A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Chapter 350 Ballet and Yang Youning at Full Health

As she walked out of the post office building, Jiang Xia stretched lazily.

"Oh dear, I forgot again! Old Wang, can I ask you something?"

Wang Kui looked at Jiang Xia, who looked annoyed, and asked, "What? Forgot something? Did you leave something in there?"

"No, I was so excited to see the old man that I forgot to take pictures. Oh, what a waste of that camera I got from Li Huaide. Why don't you keep it in your car from now on? You can take it with you whenever you want."

"Those big leaders are all elusive, who knows when we'll run into them again..."

Looking at the little rascal sighing and muttering, Old Wang's lips twitched slightly. "You brat, thought it was something serious. Wait until Secretary Liu takes you to eat lion's head meatballs, then you can take pictures however you want. As long as everyone agrees..."

Too lazy to pay him any attention, Old Wang tried to drive the car out on his own, but after walking halfway, he turned back and pulled Jiang Xia along with him.

"Tsk, can't I even slack off a little?"

"No way! I just watched an internal news clip, and someone in it took advantage of the moment to riddle the assassination target with bullets!"

Hmm, that seems to be the case!

Jiang Xia wanted to argue, but then he remembered that in this day and age there were still people with mortars ready to bombard the gatehouse, so he obediently lowered his head and followed behind Old Wang.

"Hey, what's an internal reference tablet? Is it that potent?"

"Tch, little brat, what are you looking at..." Old Wang turned to look at Jiang Xia: "Yeah, you're all grown up now. I'll take you to see it next time!"

"Don't say 'next time,' tell me! Since when can movies be used as internal reference materials?" Jiang Xia recalled those films from later years, which couldn't be issued a dragon seal without being reviewed.

Old Wang stopped and, with practiced ease, pulled out a pack of cigarettes from Jiang Xia's pocket: "Watching this kind of movie requires a firm mind!"

"Let me tell you, inside..." Old Wang's voice trailed off as he spoke.

"It's just a kiss! What's the big deal? Why are you making such a fuss about it!"

Jiang Xia thought it was something special, but it's just a Western art film. A mua! (*╯3╰) scene is making you so excited? If you were to see the performances of those "little Japanese teachers" from later generations, you'd probably die of a hemorrhage on the spot.

Ha, older single men, how despicable!

"Keep your voice down! We're looking at this with a critical eye!"

"Oh! Hey, Old Wang, do you know about ballet?"

Little Dumb Hair looked at Old Wang with a wicked grin.

"Hmm? You little rascal, you're pretty well-informed! What, did you sneak off to the Beijing Dance Academy and climb over the railings behind my back?!"

"Heh!" Little Dumb Hair started fiddling with his backpack. What was the point of climbing railings? Little Dumb Hair was so devoted to public service that he didn't even know where the dance school's gate was.

It was Yang Youning who mysteriously slipped him a few dance tickets a while ago, saying that young people should broaden their horizons. Jiang Xia didn't know what was so special about dance tickets, and besides, he'd been being summoned and ordered around by the big shots lately, so he'd forgotten all about them.

"Ta-da! Tickets to observe a ballet open class at a dance school in Beijing!"

Pshaw, what's the point of just observing? The real logic is to jump right in and try it out. But look at the course title: Useless Caution.

Old Wang gasped, "Brother, where did you get this thing? It's in two sheets..."

"About placing the camera..."

"You could even put in a dual-purpose (high-speed and low-speed) super BIUBIU without any problem!"

"Huh? Why did you change your mind so quickly? Something's fishy!"

Of course it was fast. Compared to Xiao Dai Mao's simple social skills, Lao Wang had a complete grasp of the situation. This "useless caution" actually opened the prelude to the development of Chinese ballet.

Just think of those swans' long legs on the rehearsal stage; how impactful that must have been for the simple, honest people back then...

The two of them were playfully fighting as they walked toward the parking garage.

"Where to next? It's getting late, let me take you home!"

"Jiang Dong and the others are still with your boss, right? Why don't we go back to the factory and take care of the centrifuge issue? Only after that will we have the energy to work on this switch."

"Okay, don't overwork yourself. After this busy period, I really will take you to see an internal reference film. I heard there's a movie called 'Women's Army' that came out recently..."

"Hmm? The Hongsai Women's Army, huh? We should take a good look at them!"

After chatting all the way, the two returned to the factory.

I first went to the confidential workshop to check on the production progress of the workpiece. Great, it should be ready for installation tomorrow.

The production speed of our steel rolling mill is simply incredible!

Alright, we can focus some of our energy on the switchboard for now. We still need to hold our ground against this country that we've defeated three times in a row!

In addition to drawing the architecture diagram of the space division switch, relevant information also needs to be organized.

After all, the system only provides printed copies. If you don't copy it out and just take it out like that, you really don't know how to explain it.

What are you copying?

Why not just copy the basic components and functions of the switching system, as well as the telephone line architecture and communication signal methods?

Since it's all theoretical knowledge anyway, I'll hand it over and a great scholar will debate it for me!

Anyway, Jiang Xia wouldn't do anything else, since Xiao Dai Mao's main profession is machinery...

Hey, I have to say, Jiang Xia's lazy method actually worked out by accident.

Isn't the problem with our researchers at this stage that they have a weak theoretical foundation?

Just like the Russian Type 47 rifle that the Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications copied earlier, they didn't even know why they adopted this architecture or why it included components like relays. They could only follow the sample and copy it exactly.

So now, by taking these purely theoretical things out and combining them with practical operation, I believe those experts can use this switch like crazy.

Having happily decided to continue copying books, the dazed boy hummed an unknown tune as he returned to his office.

Before I even entered the door, Old Wang pulled me behind him.

"What's wrong now? Haven't you finished catching all the bugs in the factory? Should I go down and get someone?"

Jiang Xia lay on the ground, preparing to slowly roll towards the stairwell.

"I don't know. I marked the spot when I left. Let's retreat..."

"it is good!"

The two, both of sound mind, didn't say much and prepared to quietly leave.

"Click..." The door opened.

Old Wang reacted quickly, kicking Jiang Xia down the stairs, while simultaneously producing a silver-white revolver and extending it diagonally.

"Don't move!"

……

In Jiangxia's small office, on this side of the desk, Old Wang was busy stuffing cotton into Little Dumb Boy's nose.

Across the table, Minister Xia, who had looked haggard, couldn't help but feel sorry for the disheveled boy. The question he'd been holding back for so long finally turned into a sigh.

Jiangxia, on the other hand, seemed somewhat indifferent.

Anyway, the injury from banging my face against the door hasn't healed yet, so a little nosebleed is nothing.

"It's alright, Minister Xia. The lightweight excavator chassis is already being handled by the relevant car manufacturers. As for the excavator's upper mechanical structure, if any factory has the capability to manufacture it, just release the blueprints; we all agree!"

"Right, Director Yang?"

Yang Youning didn't reply. He broke off a few icicles from the window frame, placed them on a towel, and gently put them on Jiang Xia's nose. Seeing that there were still Lao Wang's size 44 footprints on Jiang Xia's face, he gently wiped them off.

"The blueprints are fine, but that's a matter for later. If you give the blueprints to other factories now, not that I look down on them, but they'll be lucky if they can produce a prototype within six months..."

"Minister Xia, what do you think?" Yang Youning asked slowly, gesturing to Old Wang with the large footprint on Jiang Xia's face.