A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Chapter 761 That mischievous monkey, why is he everywhere!

While Jiang Xia was thinking about taking a photo with the old man, little did he know that someone else was also thinking about him.

At this moment, in the old city of Beijing, in that flower hall where the lights never go out.

Several elderly people sat around a long table covered with a green velvet cloth, the air thick with the aroma of smoke and tea, creating a somber atmosphere. Documents and foreign telegrams were scattered across the table.

An elderly man with a resolute face, weary yet sharp eyes, was tapping a document with his fingers: "...The situation in Laos can't be delayed any longer. Commissioner Smith is making a huge fuss, and we need someone to go and have a proper 'talk' with Rusk face to face! This time, I'll go myself!"

"There are no small matters in diplomacy! We must combine firmness with flexibility to strive for an agreement to the greatest extent possible!" another person nodded in agreement.

"Yes! I've decided to schedule the telegram to be sent in the morning Geneva time, so that the relevant requests and reports can be delivered to you promptly that night!"

As he spoke, the resolute-faced old man shook his head:

"Too troublesome! It's nowhere near as convenient as the 'Big Yellow Clone' we use now! Just type a few words, tap here, and it's received instantly there! This network system that little brat Jiang Xia created is truly a treasure!"

As he spoke, his tone became exaggerated, carrying a sense of frustration, like "having a treasure at home but not being able to show it to others": "Oh dear, you have no idea, sometimes when I deal with those people outside, seeing their slow way of communicating, I get so anxious!"

We have such good things at home, but we have to hide them like they're precious gems, not letting them know! It's really making me feel awful!

Upon hearing this, the elderly people present all let out understanding but also somewhat helpless laughter.

The gentle old man rubbed his eyes and chuckled, "That makes sense. It's like wearing fine clothes and not being able to use them; it's really stifling. But for now, it's best to keep a low profile and make a fortune."

Another kind-faced, senior comrade in charge of the economy nodded in agreement: "Yes, 'Big Yellow' is our trump card, it can be very useful in critical moments. Now that we've revealed our true colors, it makes others wary, which is not good. This time, besides engaging in verbal battles, your goal is to keep them guessing about our true strength."

At this moment, the elderly man who had been listening with a smile stubbed out his cigarette before slowly speaking. His voice was not loud, but it naturally attracted everyone's attention:

“I understand your feelings. You always want to show off your good stuff and impress those who look down on you.” He paused, then added humorously, “But it’s like the Heart-Piercing Nail in ‘Investiture of the Gods’. It has to be effective once it’s used, and you can’t show it off easily.”

His expression turned slightly serious as he glanced at the crowd. "We have some treasures now, but it's far from the time to celebrate and flaunt our wealth. Knowing our treasures and biding our time is more important than anything else. Let them guess, explore, and remain in the dark, unable to see clearly. This is most advantageous for us."

"The 'Big Yellow' system is the 'nerve' of our communication and command. We only need to know when things are about to get better. We must always keep our trump cards in our own hands and not easily reveal them to others. At this stage, 'concealing' is the greatest 'advance'."

Everyone nodded in agreement. After this brief but efficient discussion, the plan was finally decided that the delegation would be led by the resolute-looking old man.

With the decision made, Old Li seemed to remember something, and carefully took out a small glass bottle from his pocket, containing a few small white pills, and handed it over: "Poet, I know you have a quick temper, and this trip will be filled with swords and shadows, so you're bound to bang your fist on the table and glare."

Take this medicine with you. If you feel dizzy, short of breath, or have chest tightness, put one under your tongue; it can help in an emergency. Just don't get really angry at the meeting; you'll make a fool of yourself in front of the enemy.

The resolute-faced old man took the medicine bottle. It was icy cold to the touch. He held it up to the light and looked at it. There was a simple label on the bottle that read "Nitroglycerin Tablets".

"Nitroglycerin? That's a good thing, it can be a lifesaver. But..."

He looked puzzled. "I remember this medicine used to be supplied to us by Hungary? Didn't they say this spring that they wouldn't export this medicine to us anymore? I heard it's extremely hard to find in China now. Where did you get this...?"

"Old Li, you...you didn't give me your share, did you?" he said, trying to push the medicine bottle back.

Old Li smiled proudly and waved his hand, "Don't worry, it's not my quota. Just because Hungary isn't giving us any, does that mean we can't make it ourselves? This is our own property! It was Comrade Fangzhou and Comrade Yuyuan who led the comrades at the Institute of Medicine to overcome difficulties and make it!"

As he spoke, he took out a thin project proposal from his briefcase and handed it to Mr. Chen and several other elderly men to read. "This is a brief report of the project. Take a look."

The resolute-faced old man didn't look at the report first, but instead unhesitatingly shoved the bottle of medicine back into Old Li's hand: "I don't need this medicine right now! You hurry up, immediately, right now! Send it to someone who needs it more! I remember the brigade commander urgently needs this! His old ailment is much more serious than my bad temper!"

Old Li was taken aback by his actions, and then a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

He quickly explained, "Don't worry, we've already sent it to the brigade commander. We can produce this medicine ourselves now, although production is still ramping up, but there's enough for emergencies! Make sure you take this bottle with you!"

Hearing what Elder Li said, the boss's tense expression relaxed. He carefully put the medicine bottle into his inner pocket and exclaimed, "Great! Excellent! If we can make it ourselves, we won't be afraid of being held back by others! These researchers are our treasures! They are remarkable!"

While praising it, he then opened the project report and began to read it carefully.

As he looked at the report, he suddenly exclaimed "Huh?" and pointed to a name in the list of participants at the end. He looked up, his eyes wide with surprise and amusement: "Old Li, what's going on? How come Jiang Xia's name is on this list? How did he get involved in medicine making again? Is this kid Sun Wukong who can be in two places at once?"

Upon hearing this, Old Li couldn't help but laugh and explained, "Oh, don't even mention it. That little monkey has a lot of ideas! This pharmaceutical process involves some special materials and precision processing requirements. When we encountered difficulties, he went to the watch factory, persuaded a few young people and an experienced craftsman, and they managed to figure it out!"

This resolved the critical equipment issue. Therefore, Comrade Fangzhou insisted on including his name in the application.

"So that's how it is..." The stern-faced old man suddenly realized, and shook his head with a smile, "This kid is a brick that can be moved wherever it is needed."

Old Li sighed, his tone tinged with a mixture of helplessness and indulgence: "The bricks are good bricks, but the scope of their operations is a bit too broad. From chips to radar, and now they've indirectly gotten involved in pharmaceuticals... Every project is desperately in need of funding. To be honest, their project funding is a bit tight right now."

"Although we gave him a special grant notification, we all know that even mice wouldn't bother going to the Treasury's coffers..."

Upon hearing this, all the bigwigs who had been smiling earlier sighed helplessly.

Wow, I'm so excited! That's all for now. I need to figure out exactly where the DF-61 can fly.