A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Chapter 707 Hello, "Ghost Hand"

"Oh dear... I didn't think that much about it, I was just passing on the message to you!"

Old Wang rolled out from under the sofa, rubbing his back as he tossed Jiang Xia a dark pear.

"I also suspect that the old man noticed me a long time ago, otherwise he would have stayed in one spot on the sofa without moving an inch!"

Old Wang, who had rolled out, lay on the ground, rubbing his lower back vigorously with both hands, looking distressed.

"Hey, you're supposed to be his soldier, so you shouldn't be excitedly shouting 'Commander' when you see him, right? Instead, you're acting like a rabbit seeing a square-faced fox."

Jiang Xia tossed the big, dark pear in his hand. "Hey, a frozen pear. I've only ever heard of it in my past life, but I've never actually eaten one." He then held it in front of him, wondering where to start eating it.

"Hehe, not before. But recently... it seems I've offended them a bit..." Old Wang said sullenly.

"Oh! The 'shame of the Navy' comment couldn't be from you..."

"Seeing through it but not saying it, that's what good brothers do!" Old Wang rubbed his kidneys and awkwardly changed the subject again: "When we went to retrieve that 'ghost hand' earlier, I saw Professor Zhonghua's name on the street office's list, so I just mentioned it casually!"

"Yes! That was well done! Thank you for your help!"

Thinking he could pull Teacher Zhonghua out of the mire, Jiang Xia grinned and took a big bite of the frozen pear. The cool, sweet juice burst open, spilling all over his hands. He didn't care about appearances and quickly sucked the juice from his fingers. Seeing that Old Wang didn't respond, he asked again:

"Hey, by the way, why are you so sensitive to Professor Zhonghua's name?"

"Back when this guy was returning to China, I helped him carry his luggage at customs! Seeing him get those little notes stuck on his luggage, I..."

Old Wang waved his hand, unwilling to continue the topic.

"Alright, let's not talk about that anymore. Here's the itinerary for the next few days. Is it okay? If it is, we're leaving in three days! Also, that 'Ghost Hand' is still waiting in the reception room!"

Old Wang pulled out a travel itinerary and handed it to Jiang Xia.

"Three days... I wonder if I can make it to visit Aunt Lan Ying..." Jiang Xia casually flipped through the itinerary and then tossed it to Lao Wang without a second thought.

"I trust you to handle things. Just make sure the final step is taken at the Darian Shipyard..."

"If you really want to see it, it's not impossible. It's just the part about docking the mission..."

"It's alright. As long as the product is out, that's all that matters. Let's go see what Ghost Hand is capable of!"

Jiang Xia opened his palm and gave Lao Wang a hug. He didn't insist that Lao Wang change his itinerary. Xiao Dai Mao knew that this trip was completely different from his previous trips with Tie Junwo's driver team. If there was a sudden change, it would be the field crew who would suffer.

Just then, Old Wang, who was half-squatting, stood up and saw Jiang Xia beckoning. He then stood up straight next to Jiang Xia.

"Hey, do you still have any frozen pears? They're really delicious... I'll share some with that Ghost Hand."

"No, we found one under the sofa!"

"Old Wang..."

"Huh? Don't thank me, it's my duty to take care of you!"

"Damn it..." Little Doe gritted his teeth.

No wonder the factory gave out pears before the New Year and it felt like one was missing...

"Go to the Academy of Sciences and bring me back two LEDs!" Jiang Xia wiped his paws clean on Old Wang, then took two circuit boards out of the drawer and stuffed them into his bag.

"If that 'Ghost Hand' person lives up to his name, you can compete with the kids in the mental arithmetic competition!"

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Machinery factory, reception room.

Pushing open the door to the reception room, a figure wearing faded work clothes with several neat patches, thin and hunched over, but with a large belly, immediately stood up somewhat flusteredly.

He was around sixty years old, with graying hair that was somewhat disheveled. Deep wrinkles were etched like ravines on his dark and somewhat haggard face. In particular, his evasive eyes and slightly pursed lips beneath his lowered eyelids revealed a cautiousness that had been suppressed for a long time.

"Hello, esteemed sir/madam... Comrade Jiang!"

Weng Dehai's voice was not loud, but slightly hoarse and trembling. He unconsciously rubbed his hands on the faded seams of his trousers, as if trying to wipe away non-existent dust or grease.

He bowed slightly, his posture so respectful it was almost humble.

Seeing the old man like this, Jiang Xia felt as if a large hand had squeezed the soft spot in her heart.

This must be swelling...

"Master Weng, please sit down, don't stand." Jiang Xia greeted him with a smile, but her gaze couldn't help but fall on Weng Dehai's large, well-defined hands.

"Okay, okay..." Weng Dehai responded, sitting down somewhat stiffly, only sitting on half of his buttocks, his back straight, his hands neatly placed on his knees, like a student waiting to be reprimanded.

He glanced at Jiang Xia quickly, then lowered his eyes again, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Haha, Master Weng, why did you come alone today? Didn't Comrade Lu accompany you?"

"No... oh, no, no, he's here. He just didn't come in..." Upon hearing Jiang Xia speak, Master Weng subconsciously stood up. However, his eyes lit up when he heard Jiang Xia address the gatekeeper, Uncle Lu.

Jiang Xia quickly waved his hand to make him sit down again: "What, are the guards preventing them from coming?"

"No...no..." Master Weng looked up at Jiang Xia, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes. He mumbled a few words and then fell silent.

Well, Master Weng's nervousness and restraint are too obvious. Even when Jiang Xia tried to chat with him using his political-level eloquence, he couldn't make him relax.

how to say?

He always speaks slowly, his wording is extremely simple, and he even seems a little embarrassed by his inability to express himself clearly, as if he has to carefully consider every word before he dares to utter it.

Forget it, let’s get straight to the point!

Jiang Xia didn't want to make things difficult for Master Weng, so he simply went straight to the point:

"Master Weng, have you found the answers to the 'exam questions' yet? You don't know, I made a fixed-range sample and sent it over, but the teachers there scolded me terribly, saying I was just making empty promises... Hahaha!"

Upon hearing the words "being scolded," Weng Dehai lowered his head even further, his hands on his knees clenched slightly, and his knuckles turned white from the force. He remained silent for a few seconds, as if gathering his courage, before finally letting out an almost inaudible "hmm."

Then, as if he had made a great decision, he slowly and even cautiously pulled a small bag wrapped in layers of a faded old handkerchief from his pocket.

He untied the handkerchief slowly, his fingers even trembling slightly. Inside was another small square carefully wrapped in oiled paper. He peeled off the layers of oiled paper one by one, his movements gentle to the point of reverence, as if it contained fragile glass.

Finally, a tiny gear set, no more than two centimeters in diameter and gleaming with a cold, hard metallic luster, quietly appeared in the oil paper package.

Weng Dehai didn't dare look at Jiang Xia. He simply pushed the oil paper package containing the gear set forward very slowly and hesitantly, the meaning of which was clear: Please take a look.

Jiang Xia leaned forward and exclaimed, "Wow, you've already assembled it! Eh? I didn't give you any assembly instructions..."

"I...I can dismantle it!" Upon hearing this, Master Weng immediately panicked.

"No rush, no rush..." Jiang Xia took out a magnifying glass from his bag.

Wow...it actually got assembled? I only needed to make the parts.

Under a magnifying glass, this gear set appears to consist of several tiny planetary gears surrounding a central gear, forming a miniature planetary deceleration system.

But this is the core reduction gear set inside a precision pipette!

The essential tool in the laboratory in my previous life, its internal gear mechanism that can precisely convert the tiny pressure of the thumb into the minute linear displacement of the piston, has extremely demanding requirements for machining precision!

Moreover, Jiangxia did not provide the assembly drawings according to his own habits. Did Master Weng assemble it based on his own experience?

I thought about my somewhat clumsy processing skills.

Jiang Xia inwardly screamed:

Are there any more master craftsmen like this? I'd like a dozen!