A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Fatty turned around and gave Jiang Xia a big, extravagant smile: "Fatty...Dun!"

"Brother...eat..."

Jiang Xia patted the chubby guy's head, wanting to chop him with his hand to see if a system would pop out.

"You haven't finished writing this yet, have you?"

Jiang Xia pointed to the scribbles and suggested that Old Wang send it to the Academy of Sciences as soon as possible.

But seeing the veterans arguing fiercely in the front yard, I decided to let it go.

Right now, in Beijing, besides Haizili, this place is probably the safest. After all, there are tons of people here who would make even the kids march in formation if they saw them!

What is this? What could possibly make Jiang Xia so nervous?

Well, the binary protocol design, after being evaluated by a scanner, can save 75% of the overhead compared to traditional text transmission commands such as "RETR file.txt\r\n"!

Most importantly, there was a series of instructions below, from which the scanner performed a long evaluation. That evaluation code is still scrolling across Jiang Xia's retina, making the little guy wonder if he'd entered a world of code.

(Hey, the world of code! Now it's completely fictional! If you still say I haven't fully fictionalized it, I'll seriously complain. Tsk...)

Fortunately, the scanner's error messages finally stopped:

Incomplete header compression program.

If the information is complete, it can reduce protocol transmission loss by 75%!

What is Baotou compression? Is it the same as ZIP in later generations?

Jiang Xia had actually been longing for this for a while, and he already had it in his spatial storage. However, the price was almost the same as the mecha blueprints at the very top of the store page.

I really don't know how this store sets its prices.

"Fatty, tell me honestly, did your system crash?"

Jiang Xia gnawed on the mantis shrimp that Fatty handed him, peeled off the shell in a few quick movements, and stuffed the shrimp meat into Fatty's mouth.

Upon hearing the word "bomb," Fatty clearly showed fear, leaning his whole body closer to Jiang Xia.

The little paws unconsciously gripped Jiang Xia's clothes tightly again.

"Explode...explode...boom..."

"Mother, Mother, she's gone..."

Jiang Xia was silent for a moment, then half-embraced the chubby boy in her arms. Was her closest person gone?

Just like me.

Having experienced the same fate, Jiang Xia felt pity for Pangdun again, peeled some shrimp meat, and continued to feed him.

"Uh, sorry to bring up your painful memories. Tell me, how did you come up with all this? Although you're really amazing, much better than someone like me who's only half-baked, where did you learn about basic programming methods?"

Jiang Xia picked up the scribbled characters again and looked at them. Hey, this guy is really thoughtful; he even wrote comments at the end of the program.

Compared to his own incomprehensible writing, this chubby guy is really thoughtful...

"Sixth Brother...look...the same paper."

"Oh, you saw it at your sixth brother's place? Have you written anything similar before?"

"Written..."

"Then bring it next time you come to visit. I want to see what other amazing things your clever brain has written!"

Jiang Xia nodded to Old Wang, who had quietly entered behind him, and whispered, "Go and find out who this 'Sixth Brother' he's talking about is..."

"Forget about investigating, his family has come knocking on our door! Well, not exactly his family, anyway, this is a really complicated situation!" Old Wang said with a serious face, "He's right at the door, but I don't want him to have any contact with you!"

"Eh? Trouble?"

"A huge problem!"

As Old Wang spoke, he pointed to the veterans outside: "If the veterans find that person, your little courtyard will explode!"

"(ˉ▽￣～) Tch~~, this is already explosive enough! Listen to their proposed attack route: take Mount Fuji, push forward, and finally drop something everyone wants to see into the Japanese mainland via the Tsushima Strait... Isn't that explosive enough?"

Jiang Xia shook his head dismissively. The veterans outside were already discussing what to throw.

Jiang Xia really wanted to share his "feasibility study plan for fuel and air mixture explosion based on secondary detonation technology" with these excited veterans.

In this way, wouldn't they have more options when arranging their troops?

Especially that Killer Star, Company Commander Tang, if he had this thing, wouldn't his nickname be upgraded again?

Wow, just thinking about it makes me so excited!

To everyone's surprise, Old Wang spread his hands: "It's not that kind of explosion, it's an explosion in a physical sense..." "Huh?"

Just as Jiang Xia was wondering, Fatty tugged at Jiang Xia's sleeve: "Sixth...Sixth Brother, he's not bad~~~, a bad guy...!"

“I told you so, my father did! But… I hate him!…”

"what?"

The person Old Wang and Fatty mentioned piqued Jiang Xia's curiosity. Someone who could make an old soldier willing to blow up his own courtyard for revenge—that was definitely a big problem!

But this chubby "sugar baby" says he's a good person, yet he also says he hates him...

This person is so complicated!

Hehe, I want to see you!

No, I absolutely must see him!

Jiang Xia still wants to bring this chubby guy back to work!

For no other reason than that 75% reduction in losses, isn't that China's "Shannon"?

If Jiang Xia's earlier "experiment to change the world" was somewhat unrealistic, then what Pang Dun wrote was something that could change the world under current technological conditions!

Who knows what would happen if the scientists working on the OGAS system on the Alliance side knew about this way of increasing the effective data transmission rate without upgrading the hardware!

Therefore, not a single note written by the chubby boy can be circulated!

However, as is our organization's usual practice, we must explain the specific reasons to the relevant personnel. Therefore, Jiang Xia must meet with Fatty's guardian!

Seeing how serious Jiang Xia was, Old Wang had no doubts. He gathered his men and racked his brains to come up with a plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain.

It's actually quite simple. They just use Jiangxia's name and say that there are important documents that need to be transported back, asking the veterans to keep things under control.

The veterans were already in high spirits, and upon hearing Old Wang's call, they immediately lined up in neat rows.

As soon as the veterans walked out, the courtyard instantly became empty.

Thus, "Big Guy" led several men in trench coats along the corner of the wall, taking advantage of the cover of night, into Jiangxia's small house.

……

"Hey! I thought it was someone else. Aren't you Director Zheng of 701? Old Wang, you're making it sound so serious..."

Jiang Xia looked at the two people in front of him, pointed at Director Zheng who was leading the group, and laughed.

"I knew it! I guess only your place could have such 'special' people. With Brother Baoqiang and Jin Zhenzhuyu already there, it's normal to have another chubby guy!"

Zheng sniffed.

"You're mistaken. Fatty's guardian is the man behind me..."

As he spoke, Zheng stepped aside, revealing the person behind him.

The newcomer lifted the hood of his trench coat, revealing a weathered face.

"Comrade Jiang Xia, hello, my name is also Zheng..."

As he spoke, the man's straight back bent slightly, and he reached into his own clothes.

"Wow..."

The big guy and the two men in leather jackets pulled out their big biubiu from their pockets.

Load!

aim!

"Behave yourself! Who's your comrade!"