A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Chapter 1022 Jiang Xia's Fame

What should I do if my vest is lost?

If it were a popular novel, then Xiao Jiang would smirk wickedly, causing everyone to bow down in worship.

pity……

This novel isn't popular. The kid's mouth is crooked, but it's not because he's smug. It's because the factory managers are too strong and he's being pinched!

Of course, there are people even more anxious than the little guy.

(?｀?Д?′)!!

Old Wang, who had been leaning against the door frame looking relaxed, suddenly straightened his back, his eyes sharpened like an eagle's as he swept over the factory managers, his hand unconsciously reaching for his waist.

Jiang Xia had always intentionally kept his identity low-key within the system, but this sudden revelation caused him to reflexively enter a state of alert.

His secretary, Xiao Liu, standing beside him, noticed the subtle change and took a barely perceptible half-step: "Relax! Those who come are all from the Fifth Ministry of Machinery Industry's own list of affiliated factories with impeccable credentials. Although they are remote and small, their file review process is cleaner than that of outsiders. It's normal for them to have a reputation as 'capable people' within the industry."

Those kinds of "mess" that only exist outside are much less prevalent here.

The implication in his words made Old Wang's tense muscles relax. Old Wang gave a self-deprecating hum, scratched his head, and muttered, "Damn it, it's all because of that lousy 'travelogue,' everything I read seemed like there was a whirlpool underneath... I forgot that I'm still standing on my own land."

"Tsk, still thinking about North China, huh!"

"Go check on what's going on. I'll keep an eye on things here!"

"Hmm? Could things be taking a turn for the better?"

"It's hard to say. Isn't investigating cases your forte? Give me some professional advice after you've seen it. I just think that the boss's actions this time... were a bit hasty!"

"it is good!"

Old Wang didn't leave either, still leaning against the door frame. One eye was fixed on the printing paper, while the other remained on Jiang Xia.

Big Old Wang has undergone a super evolution!

Owl form!

……

In the center of the warehouse, Jiang Xia, under the intense gaze of everyone, scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly. This kid had always considered himself a junior in front of these pillars of the Republic.

Yes, they are also the backbone. Success doesn't have to be achieved by me, but I will definitely be a part of it!

It is these many unknown predecessors who formed the backbone of the Republic, which is unyielding and indomitable!

Compared to these predecessors who groped their way forward in the dark, Jiang Xia felt that his achievements, based on the experience of later generations, were truly not worth mentioning.

“It’s me. Hongxing Factory, Jiangxia. I don’t deserve to be called a ‘capable person.’ I’m just like everyone else, wanting to do more practical things for the factory and for the country.”

"Hey! It really is you!"

"No wonder! That makes sense!"

Hey!

Coming? Coming?

I could hear these praises from my predecessors a thousand times and never get tired of them!

The factory directors immediately became excited, their faces showing excitement and even more trust. The reputation of the "capable person" of Hongxing Factory had long been circulating in the small circle of subordinate enterprises, especially the magical "second generation of yellow beans." Although most people had only heard of it but never seen it, it was enough to give its inventor a halo.

At this moment, this halo overlapped with the young technical presenter who was clearly explaining the CCT curve, causing their last trace of doubt to vanish—if it was him, then these ideas, which sounded somewhat futuristic but were logically sound, might actually be possible!

However, this trust and excitement quickly turned into more direct expectations and a little bit of "debt collection" urgency. Zhou Anmin from Jin'an Factory and Chen Ming from Hongfeng Factory stepped forward almost simultaneously, one on the left and one on the right, their four eyes looking at Jiang Xia eagerly.

"Jiang Gong!" Zhou Anmin said expectantly, "Since you have the ability to develop such high-precision single-board computers, you must have a better idea for how to measure curves, right? Don't keep it from us!"

Chen Ming nodded repeatedly: "Yes, Engineer Jiang, you've explained the theory thoroughly and drawn the diagrams clearly, but how do we actually measure these 'diagrams' in practice? If you can point us in the right direction, we'll definitely follow your lead!"

Jiang Xia opened his mouth, about to say something modest like "Let's brainstorm together," but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by an even louder shout.

Zhao Weiguo from Yanbei Machinery Factory suddenly stood up from his seat, walked a few steps to the conference room door, and blocked the door completely with his burly body, even locking the door latch.

He turned around, arms crossed: "Don't get too excited yet! Listen to me, Lao Zhao! This young engineer Jiang is truly skilled, I admire him! But I've also heard in the ministry that this 'capable man' is also one of the best at digging holes! He often points out a direction, paints a picture of a bright future, and gets people itching for something, and then... hehe."

"If we don't get a viable idea out of him today, and make him draw up a plan, we're not letting him leave this house! Otherwise, this pit will surely bury us all alive!"

The other factory managers also realized what was happening and joined in with smiles:

"Yes! Old Zhao is right!"

"Jiang, we need a definite answer today!"

"We can't let you dig a hole and then expect us to jump in!"

"Jiang, if you don't pull out some real, practical 'skills' that you can get right to do right now, and explain to us in detail how to combine the 'traditional methods' and 'modern methods' for measuring this curve, hehe, you can forget about leaving here smoothly today!"

"You absolutely must fill in this pit... no, I mean this golden road for us, make sure it's solid and leveled! Otherwise, we won't feel at ease!"

Jiang Xia, being "held" by Lao Wang and Lao Li, was completely dumbfounded as he looked at the group of factory directors in front of him who had suddenly "turned on him," their eyes gleaming with greed, like hungry wolves eyeing a piece of fat meat.

Where's the promised praise?

What happened?

Haha, I'm so stupid, really.

All I know is how to dig pits for foreigners and set traps for my opponents. I also keep nagging with a straight face that digging pits and not filling them is a bad habit, and that doing things properly is only respectable.

I never knew that if you dig too many holes, they can sometimes bounce back and hit you in the face!

I thought that with the name of the Red Star Factory, I could easily guide everyone to come up with a solution, but I forgot that these factory directors were all seasoned veterans who had long since figured out my tricks.

People are tough, so who exactly spread the rumor that I'm a master at digging holes?

Fatty Jiang Xia Bu Xixi...

……

Old Wang, who was leaning against the door frame, was stunned to be locked out. He almost pulled out his large revolver and used it to "charge into the meeting and save Jiang Adou".

Old Wang, whose owl form was still not up to par, climbed onto the window to make sure his brother didn't need his rescue before finding another spot by the window to open the second half of the travelogue.

Last time we talked about...

Uh, where were we?

Never mind, let's just keep watching.

Seeing that Secretary Liu was still in the room, Old Wang felt a little more at ease and began to review the records again:

Twenty years ago, a senior's daughter was sent to study at the Alliance.

War, like a torrent of steel, shattered the peaceful campus. The evacuation order was hasty, and she missed the last train. The city fell, and she became a prisoner in the German-occupied zone.

The commander of the POW camp was a monster with a twisted artistic fetish. Not content with ordinary torture, he was passionate about leaving his "masterpieces" on "living canvases." The skin on the girl's back became his stage for displaying power and distorted aesthetics. The cold needle tip, mixed with the stinging pain of specially made paint, accompanied by the chilling pronouncement in German: "You will forever bear the mark of the Empire, remembering your place of origin."

Resistance will only invite more cruel treatment and more elaborate "refinement." Attempts to dig out or rub off the colors will be seen as vandalism of the "work of art."

Some of those deep scratches are self-destruction born of despair, while many more are wounds left from endless cleaning, disinfection, and subsequent "maintenance."

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