A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

"This...this isn't in accordance with the rules, is it?"

Old Wang was dumbfounded, wondering what Jiang Xia was up to.

Jiang Xia tapped Old Wang's chest: "Your very own Mona Lisa... I, the most handsome man in Jinzhou, will protect her for you!"

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bunch of loose bills.

“Comrade, please count, we promise to tour properly. If it really doesn’t work, a few of us will wait outside and let this brother in, okay?” He gestured towards Old Wang with his chin, then added in a low voice:

"Comrades! You're all getting impatient with those guys too, aren't you...?"

These words seemed to strike a chord with the two ticket sellers. They exchanged a glance and then burst out laughing.

"There are 100 tickets in total, and we need..."

"Fifty, comrade. I'm a genius at math, I can't be wrong." Jiang Xia counted out five big black tens while making a soft, sarcastic remark.

"What a lousy school! They even charge for a visit."

"No, it's because the principal..."

Before he could finish speaking, a figure rushed out of the rehearsal room, shouting in a low voice, "Shuxiang! Xiaodao! Hurry, hurry, a leader is coming to inspect today, and the principal wants us to be fully made up!"

"Ah, senior sister? Oh, senior sister, we have something else to report to you. Today's observation tickets were taken by this comrade..."

"Forget about tickets, let's go!"

A woman rushed out of the rehearsal room and pulled two young girls selling tickets at the door into the room.

The bookish young girl was pulled away unsteadily, but she didn't forget to turn back and give him a smile.

"Hehehe, you go first, I'll be right there..."

Old Wang shielded Jiang Xia behind him, enjoying this tender moment alone.

"Pah! The stench of romance! I'm just curious, you're always following me around, where did you find the time to get to know this girl?"

Jiang Xia, dissatisfied, stretched out his foot and kicked...

"Hey, when I gave you that whale that you could never finish eating..." Old Wang didn't blush or skip a beat, and when he raised his head, he looked quite proud.

"So, I'm your matchmaker?"

"(⊙o⊙)... What matchmaker? It's not even official yet!"

Oh ho, Old Wang can be shy?

Jiang Xia regretted leaving the camera in the car.

"Never mind, I've already given you the gift money. Just don't ask me for it again when I attend your wedding..."

Jiang Xia joked, but secretly wiped his face as he turned around—he was really regretting spending those fifty yuan.

But when the five of them occupied the best spot in the middle of the huge rehearsal hall, and saw those young men in military uniforms being stopped at the door by the guards, and how they tried to cause trouble but were scolded and left looking disheveled, Jiang Xia couldn't help but laugh again.

On stage, the girls were so trying not to laugh that their shoulders were shaking; the scene was even more entertaining than the performance itself.

Yes, this place called the rehearsal room is actually just a small stage.

Perhaps to save space, there were originally some horizontal bars or similar equipment on the stage for everyone to stretch their legs, but now, it seems that in order to pass an inspection, the girls on stage are busy moving these pieces of equipment to the side.

Hey, Old Wang is such an idiot, can't he ever show any skill or ability?

Jiang Xia kicked out, and Old Wang, with a footprint on his backside, happily led two men in leather jackets to help. Fortunately, he wasn't blinded by love and left 'Big Guy' to protect Jiang Xia.

As soon as the music started, Jiang Xia wondered why the show had started before the leaders arrived, but the dancers on stage were already moving like fluttering butterflies.

His attention was immediately drawn to the graceful figure on the stage.

He, who originally considered himself "completely immune to art," was deeply attracted by the actors' solid skills despite the somewhat simple stage set. The high-difficulty spins and flexible movements made up for the lack of props with their strength, making this "straight man" with a head full of mechanical blueprints watch intently.

Especially the classic "Big Sword Dance," when it spins, it's just like the rotor of a "Flying Cat Car." Jiang Xia has no doubt that if the big sword were replaced with rotors, the actor could really fly...

But why isn't there another classic one? It's the one where the hand holds the lower leg flat, as if the leg is being used as a gun to fire at the enemy.

Hmm? Could you give me a suggestion?

As the game ended, Old Wang excitedly stood up and clapped his hands like a seal.

Hey, this eye-catching bag.

Excited? Thrilled? ...You'll be my shield in a bit!

Jiang Xia turned his head to look at the officers and soldiers gathered in twos and threes outside the rehearsal room.

"Hey big guy, how many can you take on?"

"Tsk, what are you worried about? With Boss Wang around, they shouldn't dare to cause trouble!"

Following Jiang Xia's gaze, the big guy looked at the group of officers and soldiers, his eyes filled with indifference.

"Uncle, do you know what's in those glass bottles?"

Jiang Xia stretched out his hand and pointed at the young man surnamed Shen.

"It's all dark and black, is it Chinese medicine?"

"Hmm, if it weren't for those few English letters on the bottle, I might have actually believed it..."

The big guy examined it carefully, and it read, "C~~o~~~c~~"

"Oh! I remember now..."

"Cola Dew, a foreign product, is hard to find. I only saw it once in the Grand Hotel Beijing... but the people there said it was exclusively for foreign guests."

The big guy suddenly realized, but the more he spoke, the angrier he became.

"Yes, it's specially for foreign guests. They can just hold it and drink it. When they're bored, they can come and watch the performances and listen to the music. Poor me, all I do is draw and write project proposals. My eyesight is failing. What's the point of all this?"

"So many predecessors sacrificed their lives, and this is what they get in return? Drinking imported soda, giving imported military salutes, and living a imported lifestyle?"

Jiang Xia covered her face, feigning a wronged expression. But recalling her recent experience of being tormented by a certain dark force, she couldn't help but feel sorrowful.

Enough, enough, enough. It seems this big pond can't accommodate someone like Little Dumb Hair, even if it's called a courtyard house.

Forget it, forget it, I might as well go home, I might as well go home.

Ah, I wonder what a senior's poem would think if it were attributed to another big shot and it was claimed with certainty, "This is him..."

Unfortunately, that big shot never showed up. When someone wants to find fault, they'll always find a way to commit it!

The breeze cannot read, so why does it distort the truth?

In the end, even those few words couldn't appear anymore?

You're amazing! Truly amazing! Aren't you afraid that you'll wake up in the middle of the night and have your filthy soul and spirit severed by the great sword of your predecessor?

No mistake, I know it's three souls and seven spirits, but some people are born lacking them.

They can't stand to see us doing well, and they can't see the hard work and dedication of our predecessors.

But is that all?

Pooh!

Then Jiangxia's trip back was in vain.

Jiang Xia's eyes grew increasingly hostile. If he couldn't stand something, he would break it. But before that, he would beat him half to a pulp!

"Hey, big guy! I want to beat up that guy from the Shen family!"

"Whether you help me or not, I'm going to crush these guys who abuse their power and abuse their little bit of authority under my feet!"

If you're too lazy to explain, then let's just perform a physical ritual to help them pass on to the afterlife!