Quick Transmigration: The Pregnant Little Fairy is Pampered by the Heirless Boss

Xu Weidong's hand froze in mid-air, and the laser pointer fell to the ground with a "thud".

The entire conference room fell silent, everyone staring at the glaring black lettering.

"Click on it." Xu Weidong's voice was so hoarse it didn't sound like his own.

The young engineer clicked the link with trembling hands, and the video began to play:

Standing before the hearing, Thomas, a renowned metallurgist from Country M, admitted with a livid face: "...Over the past thirty years, our team's published data on nanograin boundary strengthening has been systematically falsified...the actual performance is only 60% of the reported value..."

"60%?" Shen Hongying's son, now a key member of the technical department, suddenly stood up. "Then all these years..."

His voice choked.

The expressions on everyone's faces in the conference room were frozen between shock and absurdity.

The "internationally leading level" that they had been chasing day and night for the past thirty years simply did not exist.

Ji Xiaosong slowly stood up and walked to the projection screen.

Her fingers traced those familiar data curves, lines that had kept countless engineers in various countries up all night and inspired so much research funding to catch up.

“So…” she said softly, “our ‘Great Wall No. 9’ has actually been…”

"We've already surpassed them."

Zhao Bo suddenly burst into laughter, tears streaming down his face. "My God! We've been fooled by a colossal lie for thirty years!"

Xu Weidong remained seated, his hands gripping the newly printed test report tightly.

On the paper, the number "tensile strength..." was deformed by his knuckles.

This number took them ten years to achieve.

Just to catch up with the data released by the United States.

Now, the other party has admitted that the data was fake.

"Dad?" Zhigang touched his father's shoulder with concern.

Xu Weidong raised his head, his eyes bloodshot: "Do you know what this means?"

His voice was soft, yet it silenced the entire conference room. "It means that our steel is now number one in the world."

These words were like a bomb, exploding in everyone's hearts.

The conference room was initially deathly silent, then erupted in deafening cheers.

Old Li ripped off his helmet and slammed it to the ground, yelling, "Damn it! I knew it!"

His calloused hands slammed against the conference table, making a loud thud, and the wrinkles on his face smoothed out, making him look ten years younger in an instant.

Lin Xue wiped away her tears, suddenly rushed to the whiteboard, picked up a marker and wrote the four big characters "World's Number One".

Her movements were so forceful that the pen tip pierced the paper.

“From this day forward,” her voice trembled with excitement, “our standards will be the world standards!”

The young men in the technical department had already huddled together, some jumping onto chairs, others tossing documents into the air.

A young engineer wearing glasses suddenly remembered something, took out his phone and started recording: "I have to film this, this is a fucking historic moment!"

Chef Wang from the canteen pushed his way to the front, brandishing his spatula: "Extra food tonight! All you can eat! I'll go back and stew the ham I'm saving for the New Year too!"

His loud voice caused everyone to burst into laughter.

In the corner, a few veteran engineers exchanged silent smiles.

Engineer Zhang pulled out an old photo he had treasured for many years from his pocket. It was a group photo taken in 1987 when they produced their first batch of steel using self-made equipment.

The young man in the photo is standing in a simple laboratory, with the words "Catch up with the international standards" written on the blackboard behind him.

“Old buddies,” Zhang’s voice choked with emotion, “we…we really did it.”

The most lively group was the young people in the lab.

They frantically dug out all the experimental data from previous years and arranged them in a row on the projection screen.

"Look! Look at this curve!" A female researcher with a ponytail pointed at the screen. "Our data from three years ago already exceeded the true value they are now acknowledging!"

Suddenly, someone started singing "We Workers Have Strength," and the rough singing voice quickly filled the entire conference room.

Some people clapped their hands on the table to keep the beat, others stomped their feet to the rhythm, and even the shyest technician started humming along.

Xu Weidong finally stood up, his expression slowly changing from shock to relief.

He walked to the window and looked at the crowd that had rushed to the factory area after hearing the news.

The workers who came straight from the workshop were still wearing safety helmets, and the researchers in the lab hadn't even had time to take off their white coats. Everyone's face was filled with unbelievable joy.

“Old Xu,” Zhao Bo walked over and patted him on the shoulder, “shouldn’t we…”

"Celebrate! We must celebrate!" Shen Hongying produced two bottles of her treasured Moutai from who-knows-where. "No one is leaving standing today!"

Ji Xiaosong quietly walked to her husband's side and found him staring blankly at the banner on the wall. It was awarded by the ministry when they first broke through 800 megapascals.

The banner has faded, but the four golden characters "Self-reliance" still shine brightly.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked softly.

Xu Weidong turned his head, his eyes still bloodshot, but a long-lost smile appeared on his lips: "I'm thinking about how much to change the R&D goals for tomorrow morning's project approval meeting."

"Wei Dong, how much longer are you going to fight for this?"

"Until the moment I die."

*

The following year, the International Materials Science and Technology Summit was held.

Xu Weidong stood on the podium, with the performance data of "Great Wall No. 10" special steel displayed on the large screen behind him.

The audience was filled with top materials scientists from various countries, many of whom were experts from Country M who had once scoffed at "Made in China".

"Regarding grain boundary strengthening technology, our research proves..."

Xu Weidong's voice was steady and powerful, not at all like that of an old man.

Suddenly, a familiar figure stood up in the back row of the venue.

It was Carl, that once arrogant professor from Country M.

His blond hair had turned gray, and the arrogance of yesteryear was gone from his face.

“Professor Xu,” Karl raised his hand, his voice pleading, “could you please explain the process parameters for rare earth doping in detail? We…”

"I'm sorry." Xu Weidong smiled slightly and gently closed the folder. "This part of the technology involves state secrets and cannot be disclosed."

The venue instantly erupted in commotion.

The head of the Western United Nations delegation hurriedly stood up: "Mr. Xu, our Krupp Group is willing to pay double the price to purchase the patent license!"

The experts from the "Red Country" even pulled out a contract: "Three times! Just let us use this technology!"

Xu Weidong did not answer immediately.

His gaze swept across the audience and finally landed on Ji Xiaosong, who was sitting in the first row.

She wore a red coat today, her white hair neatly tied up, and nodded gently to him.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Xu Weidong turned to the audience, "thirty years ago, we submitted a paper to Materials Science and were rejected on the grounds that the data was unreliable."

He pulled a yellowed paper from the folder. "Today, I would like to read this paper aloud again."

When he projected the experimental data that had been ridiculed back then alongside the current measured results, the room fell silent. Those "unreliable" data had now all been verified.

This is not a speech, but a vindication of an era.