A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Well, there's always a way.

Why don't we just hand this thing over to Secretary Liu? IDCPC is quite strong in some aspects.

Finally understanding, Jiang Xia, whose nose was running from the howling north wind, put away his notebook and jumped back into the water.

Just as I was about to ask the instructor what problem he wanted to solve, I heard someone outside the mist shout "Report!"

"report!"

"speak!"

The group leader had accepted Lao Wang's invitation to experience the unique "Yun-Bomb" brand hot spring bath, and had already taken off half of his clothes.

Hearing the communications soldier's words, he reluctantly put his clothes back on.

"Report! While collecting markers, we discovered a long section of city wall underground..."

"Should we move these things, Commander?"

"Move it! Didn't you hear the order to recreate it one-to-one? Even an anthill has to be moved!"

As he spoke, the group leader glanced regretfully at Jiang Xia: "Hey, what's an ancient city wall? Moving this guy around would be a real restoration..."

The communications officer received the battalion commander's order but dawdled and refused to leave.

"What are you doing! All this fussing and turning will make Xiao Jiang laugh at you!"

The communications soldier cried, "We can't move it, Commander! It's so long! If we really want to move it, we'll have to dig three feet into the ground!"

"not to mention……"

"What?"

"Up on the underground city wall, there are two old men over there demanding that we not move anymore, saying that this is the best proof that Beijing has existed 'since ancient times'..."

Wow, that's strange.

Since ancient times, and throughout history, coupled with its orderly inheritance, this has been the most valued aspect of Chinese people, and even Tang Lianchang and his gang of killers are no exception.

After getting dressed, they protected Little Dumb Hair and the two bomb fanatics within a circle, and the group headed off in a grand procession towards the place the messenger had indicated.

"Hey, Old Wang, if all the stuff Old Wei got his hands on is 'since ancient times,' then wouldn't that be a crime...?"

On the way, Jiang Xia thought of this matter again and secretly nudged Old Wang.

"Tsk, this is the same old story. Haven't I told you there are no regulations for the protection of cultural relics? The dereliction of duty in the factory rules is enough. Instead of thinking about those things, you should think about how to put together an exam!"

Jiang Xia sighed. "Forget it, let's improve the regulations slowly. Let's focus on the present first."

Hearing Jiang Xia sigh, Old Wang scratched his head:

"unless……"

"Unless what?"

"Unless you can get the higher-ups to issue a regulation overnight..."

(ˉ▽￣~) Cut~~

Jiangxia, you really dare to think of that.

Even if I were a complete novice in politics, I would know how time-consuming it is to formulate a legislative bill.

Leaving aside the entities authorized to propose motions, the review process for those motions would take at least three to five years.

Moreover, after the review is completed, there's a vote... and after the vote, there's an announcement...

Hey, even the announcement process has seven major steps and thirty-two minor steps.

By the time this regulation actually comes into effect, the grass on Old Man Wei's grave will probably be two meters high.

Just like the author of SM Entertainment, this book has been censored again. Hey, is this book going to set a new record for Tomato's book getting banned?

Some people are truly remarkable; something that was just reviewed and approved is now being flagged as a violation again?

The story of Mencius' mother moving three times, the story of San Niang teaching her son, and even the story of Yu the Great passing by his home without entering—none of these are as exaggerated as these.

By going back and forth like this, aren't you just slapping yourself in the face?

If you don't want me to write anything positive, just say so. I'll write about things like school beauties, okay?

You'll want anything—fierce action, deep dives, even ruthless bandits, right? You're really losing your temper!

(However, some insiders kindly gave the idiot writer a heads-up.)

"This is their usual tactic. Have you noticed that other books on the same topic have been put on the shelves?"

"Yes! I even deliberately wrote the wrong words and waited for the other person to copy them!" the silly writer replied smugly.

"Foolish! They're just forcing you to take it down so they can take over!"

"Such an absurd thing?"

"Ha, times have changed! Do you think it's still the same as when they were here? Writing this is a thankless task! Your daily income isn't even as much as what I can earn by casually rambling on, is it? You're always researching, poor thing!"

"Haven't you noticed that you get locked up whenever your stats are rising? Coming in every month—even a big shot couldn't handle that!"

The author remained silent.

"That's precisely why I want those people to know that we were once full of passion!"

"You can't reason with a damned devil, and nobody's going to protect you anyway, what a waste of your breath!"

An insider showed me his daily income list, with five digits before the decimal point, leaving this clueless writer somewhat dumbfounded.

"Envy?"

"I'm envious... It would be a lie to say I'm not."

"Hehe, think it over yourself!"

With the insider gone, I was somewhat at a loss as I looked at the bright red rectification notice.

"Was I... really wrong?"

"Do they really not want their predecessors' deeds to be mentioned?"

……

"Hmph! I'll write the exam paper right here and then! A good mechanic can't do without methods for building mathematical models like the Laplace transform and the transfer function!"

"Phase lead correction, phase lag correction, and phase lag-lead correction are all essential for overhauling this small, powerful vehicle! If you misspell even one word, I'll make sure you don't pass!"

The group of people around Jiang Xia were all a little dizzy listening to Xiao Dai Mao's muttered words. What the hell was this amazing thing?

Even the regimental commander walking ahead smiled at Old Wang with relief: "Wang Kui, I thought you'd taken on some easy job. It seems being a soldier is more comfortable after all..."

Old Wang raised an eyebrow, took out a "dictionary" from his pocket, and placed it in the battalion commander's hand.

"Don't say I'm always bullying you, you'll see when we get home tonight..."

By the light of the flashlight, the regimental commander glanced at the words on the cover, his finger trembled, and the dictionary slammed heavily onto his toes.

"Old Wang, you've been bullying me in this compound, and now you actually want to..."

"Hehehe, you can't escape now. Who told you to come here on your own!"

The regimental commander gave a wry smile, bending down to pick up the "dictionary." "I'm just being a jerk! Why did I come up here?"

Unexpectedly, the instructor picked it up before the regimental commander could.

"Once you memorize all of this, you can discuss it with Xiao Jiang, right? Give me three days!"

"Three days my ass! We'll have to change shifts in two days!"

"Then it'll be just one day! I'll eat it, even if it means eating it myself!"

Just as the political instructor was gritting his teeth and about to make a pledge, Company Commander Tang behind him quietly took a few quick steps and pulled the political instructor into their perimeter.

The instructor was taken aback, and then saw Jiang Xia, with his ahoge (cowlick) sticking out, walk up to him: "Comrade, don't listen to Old Wang's nonsense, is there something important?"

"Yes! It's about data communication!"

"Eh!"

"Your name?"

"Hehe, Guangyi, Zeng Guangyi. He used to drive a tractor at the Grassland Factory!"

Grassland Factory, oh, no wonder they know about data communication stuff.

Jiang Xia felt somewhat ashamed. The promise of a laser rangefinder that he had made to the Prairie Eagles hadn't even been fulfilled yet. When he received a New Year's greeting call from their factory director a while ago, he had made another promise to someone else: a "communication command vehicle."

Oh no...

If this continues, won't we become "empty promises"?