A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Chapter 564. Review is everywhere. It always manages to happen unexpectedly…

"Huh? John?"

Uncle Jin pressed down on Johnson's hand, which was reaching into his chest again, and turned to look at the guard with a frown.

"Hehe, Larry, I wasn't talking to you. Those young guys around you, you've probably taught them a good lesson by now! I have an invitation here, the little guy can go check it out sometime!"

As he spoke, the guard named John stepped past Uncle Jin, took out a gold-rimmed card, and placed it into the bewildered hand of the young Johnson.

Finally, she even rubbed his greasy palm.

Only after Uncle Jin reprimanded him did Johnson reluctantly let go of his hand.

"Alright, I won't bother you anymore. Oh, by the way, I know a clinic that makes its own kind of lubricant, it's top-notch and works incredibly well! Want to try it?"

"Oh! Where is it?"

When the guard John heard what Uncle Jin said, he was taken aback for a moment before giving an awkward laugh: "Ha, the old neighborhood is hard to find, you definitely can't go alone. I'll bring you two bottles next time!"

Uncle Jin went along with it, ignoring Johnson's objections, and pulled him toward the parking lot.

Only after the two figures disappeared from sight did the guard, John, remove his delicate hand gestures and forcefully stretch his pectoral muscles.

Then, he pulled out a small communicator from the guard room, which looked quite like the "big brother" mobile phone of later generations.

"report!"

"speak!"

"It has been verified that the young man did not have calluses on his hands, but he did have one or two on the pads of his fingers. His arms do not resemble those of a soldier. His physical characteristics match his records!"

"Well, as for the fact that he's a drug addict..."

Guard John recalled the image of the young Johnson drooling, and hesitated for a moment: "Perhaps..."

"Yes! I just tested the waters, and Director Jin seemed particularly interested in the lubricant I mentioned!"

I don't know what was said on the other end of the phone, but guard John immediately stood at attention: "Sir! Yes, sir!"

Then, he picked up the walkie-talkie and fiddled with it for a moment, making a call to someone: "The target has entered the parking lot, keep an eye on him..."

After finishing all this, guard John carelessly tossed the intercom back into the guard room and stretched.

"Hey, intelligence operatives, doubt everything, exploit everything..."

"It seems like things are better on the other side, at least their boss knows how to use incentives to win people over. The CIA treats even newly appointed directors like this, and they still want to compete with the 'Shadow President'?" Guard John muttered to himself, huddled in a corner. "Whether or not to do that thing depends on how much they're offering..."

Ralph's impatient voice finally came from the guard room: "John! Where the hell are you! Come on, we need to come up with a new pose for the last two negatives, so that the damned party organizer will lick our toes!"

"Oh! Here it comes! I've come up with an absolutely awesome idea! It'll blow everyone's mind! We're guaranteed to get a huge slice of this shipping market share!"

Okay, let's not talk about the dirty deeds of these guards. Because of their shallow understanding of history, they've never heard of the saying "the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind."

Uncle Jin and Johnson were lying in the car, peering through binoculars in this direction!

It was just that Uncle Jin was holding a small mirror in his left hand and Cheng was holding binoculars in his right hand, leaning them against Johnson's face. After all, young Johnson was holding up his notes with both hands and didn't have a third hand to hold up the mirror.

"Oh, I see..."

"Damn it, you saw that? He was testing us everywhere. I really didn't realize that this hesitant John was actually a master."

"Luckily, when I met you, you were still a naive college student..."

"Ahhhhhh... Yo yo yo..."

Johnson voiced his dissatisfaction, but unfortunately, his objection only resulted in more spittle sticking to his shirt, and was utterly useless...

"Still objecting? Hey, if it weren't for your sister's good influence and her strong will, I would have done as you wished and made you a hero to die!"

Uncle Jin glared at the young Johnson.

Just then, guard John finished muttering to himself and went into the house.

Uncle Jin put away his binoculars: "Let's go! Protect that light bulb in your mouth, I'm going to drive fast later. Otherwise, we won't be able to lure out the next surveillance team!"

"Damn it, if I had known it would be this hard to get by in the CIA, I should have gone to work for the boss at Forbes. At least there would have been more funding, and I could have helped out the other guys!"

The young Johnson guy pointed to the roof of the car and started stammering again.

"Oh, you mean the old Ford installed a bug in my car? You knew about it, but do you think I didn't know?"

"As for how to do it, I'll teach you before you leave!"

The young man from Johnson paused for a moment, then started thinking again.

"Shut up! I told you, just nod!"

"Also, you're going to the clinic later for a full service, so you can put on a show for others. Hang in there! I believe in you!"

The young man from Johnson was stunned for a moment, not thinking about what the "full set" that Uncle Jin was talking about was, but only focusing on Uncle Jin's previous sentence.

"Leave? Where to?"

…………

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

Just as Uncle Jin was dealing with the endless internal audits, our little ahoge finally came up with a way to put the cookie on top.

"Digital radio!"

Jiang Xia, pressed by the instructor, racked his brains and suddenly remembered an old-fashioned gadget.

However, take Jiang Xia's talk of "old relic" with a grain of salt; even now, this thing is still number one!

Because this little thing is based on a modem!

"A radio station?" The instructor frowned. "I have quite a few radio stations, but Engineer Jiang, I need a secure one."

"Moreover, the chances of radio stations being tapped nowadays are almost guaranteed, which is really unsuitable for the operational plan that the commander and I have planned!"

"If you don't believe me, ask them..."

The instructor pointed to the group of "tall guys" waiting in front.

"They can even detect the signals from your transistor computer!"

The two men in leather jackets, who had initially intended to greet each other cheerfully, immediately covered their faces with their hands upon hearing these keywords.

"It's not me...it's not me..."