A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Chapter 1092 Original Sin!

"Damn it! If something really happens to him in Dallas, won't the whole of Washington be turned upside down? All the routine work will have to give way, investigations, hearings, power transitions... it'll never end! What about my report on the special funding for Taiwan?"

All that 'evidence' I painstakingly collected, wasn't it all for nothing? That 1.4 million in special funds will definitely be frozen and investigated indefinitely!

That won't do!

For this money, Uncle Jin went to Phnom Penh, built a complete chain of evidence, and almost lost his life at the border and the base. How can all his efforts be wasted just because the leader is going to get shot?

Uncle Jin gritted his teeth, leaned against the wall, and, despite the excruciating pain in his body, slowly made his way back to the ward.

He had to submit the application before the shot rang out in Dallas, so that the dying man could sign it in the Oval Office!

Yes!

We must make the die hard before the sky falls!

Once the report is approved and the withholding procedures are completed, the money will be officially transferred to the Asian Intelligence Center's specific account, even if it is only a portion, and that will become a fait accompli of "allocated and distributed".

Even if the president changes or the political situation becomes turbulent, it will be much more difficult to access this already "owned" fund.

The inertia of a bureaucratic system can sometimes be the best shield.

Back in the ward, he paid five dollars to the nurse to bring a typewriter to his bedside, then opened a drawer and pulled out the application materials he had already half-finished.

Roll a blank sheet of paper into the typewriter and adjust its position.

Now, it's time to write!

But his left arm was cut open by shrapnel, and several of his ribs were broken. He had just raised his hand to press two keys when a piercing pain shot through his wound. His fingertips trembled so much that he couldn't press the keys on the typewriter accurately, and he couldn't type a complete sentence for a long time.

What's most annoying is that after typing a line on the typewriter, he has to endure the pain and move the type carriage back to the front.

"Damn it." Uncle Jin cursed under his breath, irritably pulling his arm back, and couldn't help but miss his young assistant, Johnson.

Although this kid is a Muggle, this kind of document preparation is his forte. He only needs a general description, and Johnson can handle every detail flawlessly.

Unlike now, when he gets injured, even the typewriter seems to be against him.

Uncle Jin was leaning back in his chair, enduring the pain as he struggled with the typewriter. The conversation coming from the next room drifted slowly into his ears through the gaps in the lightweight partition wall.

The VIP wards at Walter Reed Army Hospital, which look like individual, enclosed luxury rooms, are actually steel frame structures with only a few layers of soundproof plasterboard used for space division.

As the CIA's Far East intelligence chief and a high-ranking officer wounded on the battlefield, Uncle Jin was assigned the best ward location, next to the hospital director's private office. The soundproofing of the wall was not very good to begin with, and with his exceptional hearing honed from years of undercover work, he could hear the conversation next door clearly.

First came a steady, yet somewhat helpless, middle-aged male voice—the hospital's director, Whitman:

“Jack, my son, I shouldn’t refuse you for your father’s sake. But you must understand my predicament. You know what’s going on in Washington right now.”

"Dean Whitman, please let me finish! This isn't just ordinary office equipment! This is a completely redesigned computer that can reduce the time and effort you currently spend on tasks like medical record archiving, material allocation, and financial accounting to just half a day! It can completely transform the hospital's operational efficiency and even drive the digital transformation of the entire healthcare system!"

"Oh, child, although I don't understand what you're saying, this product is inherently flawed!"

"Defects? No, no, no, look at its small size, but the actual computational workload is..."

"No, its flaws stem from the country where it was born!"

"what?"

"It was born in China, and that is its original sin!"

"It has absolutely nothing to do with its small size or computational complexity!"