A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Jiangxia spoke casually, as if he were talking about the weather.

But if anyone could glimpse his true thoughts at this moment, they would probably find a fact that is both laughable and saddening:

Comrade Jiang Xia, the "digging maniac" who was highly anticipated by everyone and painted a magnificent blueprint for the digital platform, is essentially still a complete "machine dog".

He genuinely doesn't know much about things like cross-industry data standards, platform architecture, and software protocols.

He's good at drawing engine structures and optimizing hull lines, but what about a giant system that combines hardware and software and involves cross-domain collaboration?

That was truly beyond my capabilities.

However, this kid was just lucky!

His grand platform concept, based on a vague impression of the future and half a vision and half a "hype," contains the core ideas of "large-scale collaboration" and "data-driven decision-making," which perfectly hit the nail on the head for these two super-big shots.

One of them is Professor Qian, who already harbors a grand vision of "Spiritual Realm" and firmly believes that digital simulation will profoundly change the way scientific research and engineering are conducted. The platform proposed by Jiang Xia is simply an excellent testbed for implementing some of the concepts of "Spiritual Realm" in the engineering field.

This bigwig practically jumped into this pit on his own initiative, and began to plan the platform's "top-level architecture" and "human-computer interaction vision" with great enthusiasm.

Another is Professor Guo, who is working tirelessly to build the National Strategic Defense System (CNMD). The challenges he faces—large-scale, multi-source information processing, real-time response, and collaborative decision-making—resonate deeply with the underlying logic of the "general-purpose digital platform" envisioned by Jiangxia.

If this platform is built, its experience and technological accumulation will have immeasurable reference value for CNMD.

Professor Guo also showed great interest in this "pitfall" and began to inject military-grade rigor and robustness into the platform from the perspectives of "large-scale system reliability" and "real-time data flow control".

Then, a dramatic scene occurred.

Jiang Xia, the "pit digger," had just sketched out the outline of a large pit with his shovel and hadn't even had time to wipe his sweat when two "super engineering team captains" who were truly skilled at "moving mountains and filling seas" came over, took the blueprints, and began discussing how to build the foundation, how to arrange the steel bars, and how to plan and coordinate the different functional building modules.

This delighted our slightly nervous, clueless kid.

He almost felt "saved," and smoothly went along with it. On the list of those in charge of the platform preparation team, he respectfully and confidently filled in the names of these two titans for the positions of chief designer and chief consultant, then quickly signed his name in a place like "coordinator," and then…

Leisurely, we stepped out from the edge of this bottomless sinkhole.

Give the center stage to the true giants.

So, after all this, Jiang Xia, unusually, found himself in the mood to hold a bowl of seaweed jelly and stroll around this exotic and vibrant city like a true young person.

After all, the sense of accomplishment from successfully "tricking" a bunch of national treasure-level bigwigs into willingly jumping into the pit he dug and taking on the heaviest burden is enough to brighten the day for several days.

Hiding one's merits and fame?

No, it's mainly about self-awareness, plus a little bit of "cunning".

After successfully escaping like a cicada shedding its shell, Jiang Xia felt a sense of vastness and even the sea breeze felt exceptionally refreshing.

The anxiety I had felt for days about "how to handle things if I blow my own horn too big" vanished, replaced by a lighthearted and joyful feeling, as if I had successfully pulled off a prank.

They're still young at heart; once the pressure is gone, their playful side comes out.

So, he had the leisure to sit here with a bowl of refreshing seaweed jelly, dragging Old Wang along, and come to this quiet street with its green trees and red walls, ostensibly to "receive historical edification," but in reality...

I'm in a good mood and want to go for a walk.

The two walked slowly forward for a while, the bluestone path under their feet worn smooth by the years, and occasionally they could hear the idle chatter of old residents coming from the alley.

Finally, they stopped in front of a quaint red brick building. The building was made of brick and stone, and the green wooden window frames stood out against the red bricks. Although it was not particularly eye-catching and was surrounded by other houses, it exuded a calm and profound strength.

A brand-new square stone tablet stands in front of the small building. The tablet is polished smooth, and the characters carved in vermilion are particularly eye-catching in the sunlight:

Former site of the Chinese Institute of Technology in Dalian.

"here it is……"

"I heard that decades ago, right here, the workers united to fight against the reactionaries and even led a famous general strike. Let's go take a look!"

Old Wang lowered his head and thought for a moment, then turned around and answered.

Jiang Xia nodded, his gaze sweeping over the monument and landing on the wooden door of the small building. Above the door was a number—658 Huanghe Road.

This place was once the birthplace of the early workers' movement in Dalian, bearing witness to a turbulent era. It was here that members of the Workers' Association organized and led a massive strike that lasted for 100 days and ultimately forced the owners of the small factories to submit.

In those days, this small building was frequented by pioneering workers who cared deeply about their country and refused to be oppressed. It once housed night schools to enlighten the people and was also an important stronghold for the Party organization to lead the workers' movement.

At that moment, faint voices could be heard from inside the door. Pushing the door open, one discovered that an exhibition of deeds was being held inside, a traveling exhibition entitled "The Great Ordinary Soldier".

The name featured in the exhibition, one that resonates throughout the country, I can't write down, but everyone will recognize it at a glance...

Yes, this is the story of that young soldier who became a household name for "serving the people and helping others."

The exhibition hall was decorated in a simple yet solemn manner.

There was no noise, only the soft footsteps of visitors and the low voices of explanations.

Jiang Xia and Lao Wang moved slowly with the crowd, their eyes sweeping over black and white photographs: photos of the hardships and rebirths he experienced in his hometown of Wangcheng, Hunan during his youth.

There are glimpses of his dedication and hard work during his youth as a bulldozer operator at Anshan Iron and Steel Group in Northeast China and as a truck driver in the army.

Countless moments of "doing good deeds all the way on business trips"—ordinary acts of volunteering during rest time, helping the elderly, caring for comrades, and quietly donating to disaster areas—are captured forever by the camera. The display case shows socks patched again and again, a simple savings box, and a notebook filled with densely written study diaries.

Each diary entry is handwritten in neat handwriting and written in simple, unadorned language.

"Human life is finite, but serving the people is infinite. I want to dedicate my limited life to the infinite service of the people."

"Love what you do, master it... Doing all ordinary things well makes you extraordinary; doing all simple things well makes you extraordinary." The guide's clear voice echoed in the quiet exhibition hall, revealing the core spirit of this young soldier.

Jiang Xia stood in front of a photograph for a long time.

In the video, the young soldier is leaning over the steering wheel, intently reading a book in the dim headlights.

That spirit of seizing every second and "being good at squeezing and drilling" seems to perfectly overlap with the lights that burn all night in the research institute's computer room and the figures racking their brains to overcome technical difficulties, transcending time and space for a certain moment.

Old Wang also put aside his usual roughness and sighed in a low voice, "This kid... is a pure person. He cares about others and the public good, but rarely about himself."

Jiang Xia nodded silently.

This chance encounter was less of a visit and more of a meaningful "recharging" experience.

how?

Are you suggesting that Jiang Xia felt ashamed as a result and immediately developed the idea of ​​actively participating in the platform's development?

Tsk,

You're overthinking it!