A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

The engine roared, and passersby witnessed another astonishing scene.

A small locomotive belching black smoke slowly pulled a flatbed cart several times its own size forward.

Jiang Xia picked up the waiting reporter and pulled him to sit beside him. He recounted how the master craftsmen at the steel rolling mill had worked tirelessly and overcome numerous difficulties to deliver this "first hand-held tractor" as a gift to their motherland before National Day!

"That's amazing! You guys are awesome!" The excited reporter ignored Jiang Xia's advice, jumped out of the car, and started snapping photos with his camera.

"No, comrade! This won't do!" The reporter, who had taken a few photos, seemed to remember something and quickly followed Jiang Xia, gesturing to him.

After obtaining Jiangxia's consent, the reporter hurriedly ran away from the car. A short while later, he returned with a small bucket.

Jiangxia understood and slowed down, so the reporter took a large brush, dipped it in lime water from a bucket, and wrote a few lines of words on both sides of the cart.

"China's first hand-held tractor!"

"Developed independently by Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill!"

"Salute to the steel rolling mill workers!"

……

A series of slogans appeared on the cart, making Jiang Xia's eyelids twitch. What was this strange sense of familiarity?

"An advertisement for coconut juice?"

The slogans on the car body that Jiang Xia found incongruous greatly pleased Yang Youning and his team.

"I always felt like something was missing, but I just couldn't quite put my finger on it. Now it's just right!"

The reporter, who had won the approval of the crowd, was invited to board the vehicle and stand on the cart to sing along with the master chefs.

"We march on the main road, full of vigor and high spirits..."

The tractor continued forward, panting heavily, until a straight road suddenly appeared.

The shouts from the street crashed down on Jiang Xia like a wall, making him squint.

When I came to my senses, I realized that a large number of pedestrians had gathered in the middle of the road, some holding red flags and others holding flowers.

Jiang Xia, along with the master chefs, blended in seamlessly.

Perhaps the engine's sputtering sound was too abrupt, causing people on the road to involuntarily make way for it.

The tractor at this moment resembled a small boat, navigating a turbulent river—slow, yet steady.

As the crowds on both sides looked at the words written on the cart, cheers erupted once again.

Like a tsunami, the entire tractor shook.

"My God! Is this the steel mill that developed the hand pump well? That's amazing! They've even managed to build a tractor!"

"Long live! Long live!"

Long live the motherland! Long live the workers!

Amidst the fervor of the crowd, Jiang Xia felt as if he were floating in the air—it was an amazing feeling!

Yang Youning was so excited that he couldn't say anything, he just waved the red flag frantically.

Li Changfu, abandoning his usual refined demeanor, roared until his voice was hoarse, still desperately shouting, "Long live China!"

The other craftsmen were also extremely excited. Some had red eyes with tears welling up in them; some hugged each other and patted each other's backs vigorously; and some burst into laughter, their hearty laughter echoing in the air for a long time.

Master Qin and Master Lin, both over fifty years old, hugged each other and wept bitterly.

"Congratulations to the new China! Congratulations to all the people of all classes!"

Someone threw out their flowers first, and the people on the cart were then showered with a shower of flowers.

As Jiang Xia continued forward, he turned his head to look at the city gate, and in the dim light, he seemed to hear a voice:

"The Chinese people have stood up!"

Tears flowed freely...

Just as Jiang Xia was enjoying the shower of flowers with the master chefs.

Steel rolling mill, factory manager's office.

Liu Shunlin, the newly appointed secretary to the factory director, was extremely busy.

I had just finished a call saying the factory manager hadn't returned yet when another leader came to inquire about the situation.

Liu Shunlin could only write down the leaders' origins one by one, saying he would reply as soon as the factory director returned.

Some leaders, seeing that Yang Youning was not present, went directly to Li Huaide. Li Huaide had been preoccupied with the matter Yi Zhonghai had asked him to handle these past two days, and had always assumed Jiang Xia was tinkering with well-drilling machines. When the leaders inquired about the tractor, he was completely baffled.

Fortunately, being adept at social maneuvering was Li Huaide's forte, and he managed to evade the situation with some versatile and easy-to-resolve remarks.

Li Huaide, who had just hung up the phone, wanted to get some water.

"Ring ring~~" The phone rang again, as if it were a matter of life and death.

Li Huaide rubbed his head, feeling a headache coming on. He used to love answering the phone, but today he felt like unplugging it.

"Zhao Dezhu! Get me a glass of water!" Li Huaide called out habitually as he answered the phone.

"Haha, Brother Huai De, I didn't expect your steel mill to make such a big splash! You've got a tight tongue!"

Thanks to the quality of modern communication, the severely distorted voice made it difficult for Li Huaide to identify the other party, so he could only laugh it off.

"Haha, not at all. It's all thanks to the leader's guidance!"

"Hey, what's with all this talk about leaders? By the way, Huaide, you helped transfer my son, right? But my old man found out and said young people should go to the front lines to learn."

You have to help your little brother out! I'll have Shuxin come to see you in a couple of days, okay? Don't forget!

Li Huaide put down the phone blankly.

Are you fucking walking back and forth through the city gate?

Comfortable? Comfortable my foot, more like miserable.

At that moment, a horse-faced man with a bandage wrapped around his head walked in carrying a teapot.

"Factory manager, here's some freshly brewed Zhang Yiyuan tea, please have a taste!"

"Xu Damao? What are you doing here?"

"Hehe, factory manager, I was just about to come and report to you when I heard you wanted some water, so I went and made you a pot."

Li Huaide then remembered that Zhao Dezhu had already been sent to the Northwest to eat sand by that cold-blooded Wang Kui.

Ugh, my head hurts, my head hurts. I guess I can't go to Xihutong.

However, in that case, could Zhao Dezhu's workstation be accessed?

Thinking of this, Li Huaide smiled gently at Xu Damao: "Damao, you've come at the right time. It's National Day, so you, as a film projectionist, should get to work and show a couple of movies for the masses!"

"By the way, He Yuzhu is out, right?" Li Huaide said, pointing to the phone. "You heard it too, some leaders will probably come down in the next few days and tell him to show his skills and deal with those two tables properly."

"Understood, I'll go inform Sha Zhu right away!"

"If it weren't for you, the police station would have detained Sha Zhu and insisted on charging him with assaulting a police officer. They even said my letter of leniency was unrelated. But in the end, it was all thanks to your word!"

Li Huaide smiled smugly. That wasn't just a matter of a few words; it took a lot of effort and favors to get it done.

Of course, this is something that cannot be told to outsiders.

"Alright, go ahead and get busy. Come and consult me ​​on work when you have time!" Li Huaide pointed to the ringing phone again and waved to Xu Damao.

"Alright, you're busy! I'll definitely consult you more often in the future!" Xu Damao sensed the deputy factory director's attempt to win him over, his mustache twitched, and he backed away with a big smile on his face.