A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Chapter 651 Life is a battlefield everywhere, how to solve it?

"Hurry up, hurry up!!"

Teacher Xiaopeng excitedly dragged two large boxes up the stairs at lightning speed; it was a mystery where his thin frame got such strength.

Old Wang, who was behind him, walked with a limp, carrying two more large suitcases. "Comrade Lu, slow down, Jiangxia won't fly away..."

"Hard to say! Haven't I heard there are other PET projects that are looking for him? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity..."

Hearing this, Old Wang paused for a moment: His own son is really busy...

……

It was still the same control tower. When Jiang Xia heard the naval commander say on the radio that the support fleet had arrived at the battle zone, he felt relieved: the battlefield ahead had come to a conclusion, and his own battlefield was right in front of him!

So Little Ao Mao voluntarily withdrew from the third-floor tower. Well, he didn't go far; he just retreated to the floor below.

There was no other way; this control tower had the most and best communication equipment in the entire base. Jiangxia's project required communication with multiple parties, and it simply wouldn't work in any other location.

What's even more remarkable is that this second floor also has two complete sets of "Big Yellow" printers, complete with printers and modems. Only these high-end hardware components can support Jiangxia's upcoming busy schedule.

Didn't you see the phone on the table ring the moment Jiang Xia sat down?

"Hey?"

"Commander! Xiong Huoyan, the director of Factory 112, is reporting to you!"

Huh? That fast?

Jiang Xia wanted to exchange a few more pleasantries with this old acquaintance he hadn't spoken to in a long time, but unexpectedly, a series of reports came through the receiver.

"Report! Zhongyi from the Radar Institute is reporting to you! Cough cough cough cough..."

"Reporting from Peishu, Institute of Computing Technology, Chinese Academy of Sciences!"

"Reporting, this is 'Bolong,' the chief engineer of a certain laser project, reporting to you!"

"Reporting, Zhao Bin, the director of Factory 331, is reporting to you!"

"Reporting. Liu Yang from a special alloy institute in Northeast China is reporting to you!"

"Reporting. A special materials laboratory in Northeast China is reporting to you!"

"Reporting, Factory 212 is reporting to you..."

"Report! The person in charge of the 'Green-Eaveed, Green-Tired Tiger-Shaped Building' Project 113 is reporting to you!"

"Report! The head of a CNMD defense project is reporting to you!"

……

A series of impassioned reports echoed through the small command room, filling Jiang Xia's mind with a cacophony of sound. This kid was intoxicated even before drinking; was this what it felt like to be swept away by passion?

that's nice!

Jiang Xia was also infected by that inexplicably surging atmosphere. He was determined to work hard for three days and three nights and build the framework for this digital defense!

But who was that on the phone just now? Why was they swearing? The voice sounded kind of familiar though...

Before Jiang Xia could continue to ponder, voices began to fill the "telephone conference room" hastily set up by the Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications. Xiao Peng, who had just entered the second floor of the control tower, was stunned as he listened to the names of the units mentioned by the people on the phone.

Listening to the impressive-sounding names and positions announced by some people over the microphone, Teacher Xiaopeng's hands trembled slightly: "No, no, it's just an improvement review of an aircraft architecture diagram. Why would so many units need to be involved?"

but……

Thinking of his child, who might be reborn after this meeting, Teacher Xiaopeng was overjoyed. Listening to his colleagues reporting to Jiang Xia on the phone, he put down the large box he was carrying, straightened his clothes, and stood at attention before Jiang Xia.

"Report! Lu Xiaopeng, chief engineer of the Dongfeng 106 project at Factory 320, reporting to Comrade Jiangxia!"

Jiang Xia quickly stood up to return the greeting, and just as he was about to say that it wasn't necessary, a questioning voice came from the microphone.

"Ok?"

"Ok?"

"Ok?"

After a series of question marks, the once lively microphone fell eerily silent.

Teacher Xiaopeng originally thought he would hear the cheers of his comrades through the microphone, but the doubts of his comrades made him start to lose confidence again.

"Uh, don't you guys welcome me?"

"Whether you welcome him or not is another matter. Lu Xiaopeng? Is he the old comrade from our Factory 112?" Xiong Huoyan asked cautiously into the microphone.

"Yes! Factory manager! Long time no see!"

"Hey...long time no see...how are you?" Hearing his friend's reply, Xiong Huoyan couldn't help but sigh: "There are still some parts for the Dongfeng 106 project here with me, but you haven't come to pick them up. But don't worry, those parts are well preserved; I've wrapped them all in oil paper..."

"Thank you, Factory Manager!" Hearing that Xiong Huoyan had still kept the old parts intact, Lu Xiaopeng couldn't help but sigh, "I'm sorry, Factory Manager. Although my project was nominally assigned to 320, I don't even have an assembly workshop. I'm like a rootless duckweed..."

"Eh……"

A deep sense of melancholy spread instantly, and no one spoke for a while on the other end of the line.

Teacher Pei Shu from the Computer Institute was quick to change the subject: "Comrade Xiaopeng, the orders you received are different from ours, aren't they? Although that brat is quite capable, how are you reporting to him?"

"Hey! Didn't you all report to Comrade Jiangxia? Didn't you come here for the Dongfeng 106 project?"

"no……"

"no……"

The microphone buzzed with activity again. Some people started teasing Teacher Xiaopeng, while others asked if Jiang Xia was nearby. In particular, "Bolong," who was in charge of the laser gyroscope, kept shouting into the microphone that he wanted to ask Jiang Xia some questions...

Teacher Xiaopeng looked at Jiang Xia with suspicion. Jiang Xia covered her face and squatted down...

By looking through the drawings brought by Teacher Xiaopeng, I demonstrated my own embarrassment...

Oh dear, I've embarrassed myself again. Did I really think my name was known throughout the world?

Jiangxia Buxixi...

But this project meeting was clearly proposed by me! Could it have been snatched away by some big shot? Should I also say on the microphone, "Jiang Xia is reporting to you"?

The little guy had a head full of questions, but looking at the blueprints of the fighter jet components in front of him, he focused all his attention on them. Hey, this design is really beautiful! Let you argue all you want, I'm sure I'll get a chance to speak.

It wasn't until a weak yet determined voice came through the phone that everyone quieted down.

"Ahem! This 'scheme' was orchestrated by me..."

"Haha, this conference room is pretty fun. Hey, if we develop it further, maybe I'll be able to work without leaving home..."

"Huh? What did you say? Identify yourself? Oh, yes, yes, you can't meet the person on this phone. You should talk, you should talk..."

"Where should I begin? Hmm, the former principal of the 'Green-tiled, Tiger-shaped Building'? No, no, no, just call me Brigade Commander, I quite like that title!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

After a hearty laugh, a woman's reproach came through the receiver: "I told you to rest and recuperate, why are you still..."

"Hey! Talking and chatting, can that be called work?"

"Look, I haven't even written anything, just talked. Can you call that work?" The voice on the other end of the phone sounded playful and optimistic.

"Moreover, some comrades have said that I haven't done my job well and have offered criticism! It's never too late to mend the fence after the sheep are lost. But whether to mend it, how to mend it, and whether it should be mended at all still need to be clarified."

"Right? Some young comrade? Let me tell you, if you don't produce a set of rules today..."

The person on the phone paused, then raised their voice slightly:

"Well, the tower you're in now is pretty high up. This old man is also craving some cured meat, so I've hung you on the antenna pole. Don't you dare ask your grandma for help!"