A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Chapter 438 A place with a group of geniuses.

It was an extremely ordinary courtyard, except for a row of tall pine trees at the entrance that were quite eye-catching; otherwise, it was no different from any other place.

A short man, wearing large sunglasses, arrogantly held a cigar in his mouth, puffs of smoke billowing out like a steam engine.

As the jeep approached, the man maintained his 45-degree angle as he looked up at the sky, only glancing at Wang Kui and Jiang Xia as they got out of the car out of the corner of his eye.

Hey! This guy's interesting. Jiang Xia glanced down at the pretentious guy in front of him but didn't say anything.

Dude, you've gone too far! The cigar in your mouth is practically burning your lips, hehe. I'm not saying anything, let's see if you can keep up the act then.

Oh, right, I think I still have two cigars left from the one I won from Old Li.

He handed one to Old Wang, who was nearby, and the two of them lit it together and blew out smoke rings.

Cool!

Our cigars are long, let's see who can hold theirs the longest!

Sure enough, before long, the short man wearing sunglasses was twitching in the corner of his eye from the burning cigar.

Jiang Xia suppressed a laugh. Oh well, it's their territory, we should still give them some face.

"Hello comrade, I'm from the steel rolling mill..."

With a "snap," the cigar butt was thrown away by the man. He strode into Jiang Xia's hand, stared at the cigar in his hand, and unceremoniously snatched it away.

"number 13?"

"Huh? Hmm!"

"Bastard!"

The man snatched the cigar without ceremony, then magically produced a small pair of scissors with his right hand, snipped off the end of the cigar with a snip, and then used a lighter to heat the entire cigar.

"The machine you want is in the first bungalow. Go and set it up yourself!"

The big sunglasses finally tilted his head, which was fixed at a 45-degree angle.

"Uh~"

Seeing that Jiang Xia wanted to ask something else, the man in the big sunglasses seemed a little angry and took off his sunglasses: "What, do you want tea to serve me too!"

"The moment you arrive, we have to plaster the walls. Do you know how much time that takes? And you call it some kind of intellectual marvel? Bah! I think you're not only skinny, but also a fraud!"

Damn it, I didn't do anything and you're calling me a liar?

Jiang Xia wanted to get angry, but looking at the face in front of him that had taken off its sunglasses, he thought, "Never mind, I can't get angry."

Not only could I not get angry, but I actually found it rather funny.

Brother Baoqiang?

Did you wear it too?

Recalling a movie he'd seen, especially the scene where they drank milk, Jiang Xia looked at the familiar face in front of him and couldn't help but exclaim, "What a talent!"

"Hey? How did you know I'm talented? Let me tell you, I'm a Wind Listener!"

No doubt about it, their accents are so similar! I really can't hold it in anymore.

"Uh, bro, all I know is the Wind Whisperer!"

"Hmph! To get this far, you must be quite capable. I have exceptional hearing; I can accurately pinpoint the enemy radio station's frequency among numerous radio waves. What about you?"

"I am the inventor of that masterpiece of wisdom!"

Jiang Xia straightened up and pointed to the "Big Yellow clone" that was vaguely visible inside the room.

"Ha, what kind of intellectual achievement is this? It can't even solve a simple equation..."

Hey! Baoqiang, you're not right about that. I don't know what equation you're talking about, but watch me add the instruction set and see if I can solve it!

Seeing that Jiang Xia still wanted to argue with the man in front of him, Lao Wang quickly smoothed things over, stuffed the cigar in his mouth into "Brother Baoqiang's" mouth, and pulled Jiang Xia toward the small house.

"Stop arguing and get to work. Once we're done here, we still have to get to the outer section to work on things!"

Jiang Xia thought about it and agreed. "I'll let you off the hook for now. We'll have plenty of time in the future, Baoqiang. When you have some free time, I'll definitely get you a script and have you perform a milk-drinking act on stage!"

It must be raw!

……

Little Ao Mao grumbled as he entered the small room, where he saw a dull-looking young man wiping the wall with a roller brush.

He stopped wiping for a moment, then took out a charcoal pencil from his pocket and started writing formulas.

Jiang Xia looked at it curiously and exclaimed, "Wow, that's pretty impressive!"

This is about group theory, right?

Hmm? How far has group theory progressed? This scruffy young man seems to be defining the center of the group?

What was the central definition again? It seems to differ somewhat from what this person wrote.

Hmm, let's put that aside for now and get the "Big Yellow Doppelganger" sorted out first.

Hey, this "Big Yellow Doppelganger" is pretty well-equipped! It has everything except a printer. It's just that this machine, which is usually a precious gem at work, doesn't seem to receive the special treatment it deserves here. Tsk tsk, look at all that dust!

The client program begins installation after the command is entered.

Jiang Xia, who was temporarily free, glanced at the young man, who was still writing and drawing as if no one else was around.

Tsk, did this guy make a mistake here? The step he deduced is a little different from what I remember.

Sure enough, at this point, the young man stopped writing and started spinning around.

First, he angrily broke the charcoal pencil in half, then grabbed his hair and let out a wild howl.

Ah!

The sudden shout made Jiang Xia shudder. He tugged at Old Wang and asked, "Where are we? If you hadn't told me, I would have thought we were here..."

"Have we arrived at the mental hospital?"

An elderly man with completely white hair walked into the small room. Old Wang stood at attention and saluted the old man.

Wow, it's rare to see Old Wang so serious.

Jiang Xia also stood up, unsure whether to salute or what to do, and finally simply bowed.

Hey, it's never wrong to be polite.

"Jinzhen! I told you to clean the house, why are you writing again?" The old man ignored Lao Wang and Jiang Xia, draped a coat over the unshaven young man, handed him to a young lady behind him, and then turned around.

"I'm from unit 701, you can call me Zheng..."

"Good morning, leader! I'm from the steel rolling mill..."

"Jiang Xia! Hahaha, I know you, no need for introductions..."

The elderly man, who identified himself as Zheng, waved his hand and picked up the roller brush next to him to continue the young man's operation.

"The higher-ups have given instructions for 701 to fully cooperate with you. Once the painting is finished, you can bring foreigners here for a visit..."

Jiang Xia felt a pang of pity as he watched the leader cover up the words the young man had just written. This was the spark of that young man's thought!

"Boss, shouldn't we write this down first?"

"No need! I've already copied a lot, look at this..." As he spoke, the old man pointed to a part of the formula with a roller brush.

“Every time we get to this part, the kid gets stuck, and it's just another draft that's going to be scrapped…”

Jiang Xia remained silent, unsure how to respond.

Just then, the computer beeped, and Lao Wang tugged at Jiang Xia: "The program must be installed now, let's hurry to the outer section, time is of the essence!"

Seeing Jiang Xia nod, Lao Wang saluted the old man who identified himself as Zheng, "Sir! Please keep this computer unused. Relevant personnel will arrive within 20 minutes to take over and assist with the work!"

"Alright! You can go ahead! Hey, getting foreigners to use the computers might be the biggest contribution our department has made this year..."

When Jiang Xia saw that Lao Wang was about to pull him away, he quickly took out his notebook and wrote down a formula.

Z(G) = {z∈Gizg=gz for all g∈G}

"Boss, thank you for your support. Could you please give this note to that young man?"

The old man's eyes lit up, and he took the note and held it in his palm.

"Ok, no problem!"

"Oh, right, tell that guy in big sunglasses that once he has some free time, I'll show him what the art of performance really is!"

The old man remained calm: "Good!"

……

After Jiangxia and his group had gone far away, the old man unfolded the note, looked at it, and then beckoned over the large sunglasses.

"Go and take this to Jinzhen!"

"Hehe, Director! I acted pretty well, didn't I! But is what Old Hua said true? Is this guy really that good at group theory?"

"I don't know! But he said he wanted to show you what the art of performance really is!"

"I'm afraid of him? Humph!" The man in the big sunglasses exhaled smoke again.

"Go and deliver the message!"

"That was so loud...it scared me to death! It scared me to death!"

Speechless as he watched the clown run off into the distance, the old man reached up and rubbed his forehead.

"This is the 701st Bureau, not a mental hospital!"