A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Chapter 1046 This step is quite small.

Jiang Xia is all smiles, while Director Zheng is not...

“These must all be aliases! 'Raj Sharma,' 'Vijay Singh,' 'Arjun Patel'…”

"This disguise is... quite 'unique'."

Baoqiang, who was standing next to him, leaned over for a glance, grinned, and muttered, "Raj? Singh? This guy sounds just like those Indian guys from Shanghai. When they're hiring, do they just grab someone from the spice shop?"

Secretary Liu frowned as he analyzed: "'Sharma' are mostly priests, 'Singer' are mostly warriors, 'Patel' are often landlords or village chiefs... They've managed to gather all the common surnames there and paired them with popular names."

But this seems deliberate. Would a real undercover agent use such a distinctly ethnic 'alias'? It doesn't conform to the principles of covert operations.

Old Wang wasn't impressed by flowery analysis, but his opinion was more direct. He scoffed, "Who cares if he's called Raj or Dog Egg? The point is Phnom Penh! What's the use of just knowing there are a few of them, without knowing which rat hole they're hiding in? Are we supposed to issue a notice and have the Phnom Penh police arrest people by name? I'm not exaggerating, those people..."

Director Zheng rubbed his throbbing temples. He didn't want to make too many negative comments about the friendly nation's combat capabilities, so he could only remain silent, his gaze unconsciously drifting towards Jiang Xia beside him.

He wanted the kid to continue deciphering the subsequent coded messages to see if he could find any more specific clues.

But looking at Jiang Xia's weak and pale appearance, Director Zheng couldn't bring himself to say the order for him to continue deciphering the code.

"I think it's better to just go for it!"

Seeing that everyone had fallen silent, Old Wang couldn't help but speak up:

"Select the best and strongest comrades from our forces in the Southwest and send them out! We don't need many, just twenty or thirty tough guys will do! Bring them their weapons and the best reconnaissance equipment, and search every house, yard, and warehouse along this highway that might be hiding there! Search every inch of it. I refuse to believe that such a large tunnel, with all the excavated soil and people going in and out, could be completely undetected!"

Old Wang's plan was full of military-style simplicity and violent aesthetics, disregarding diplomatic repercussions and costs, pursuing only the most direct results.

The room fell silent for a moment, with only the sound of Jiang Xia munching on his steamed bun like a guinea pig. After a while, perhaps feeling embarrassed, the sound also disappeared...

Old Wang's method is clumsy, risky, and noisy, but... in the current desperate situation where intelligence is stuck and time is running out, this "brute force" approach actually carries a tempting possibility.

Director Zheng knew, of course, that this was almost impossible and involved too many things, but he did not immediately object.

In dire straits, any powerful idea is worth considering for even a moment.

He was silent for a few seconds, then finally shook his head slowly, his voice tired but firm: "Wang Kui, I understand your thoughts. But this isn't about suppressing bandits on our own turf. Cross-border operations are completely different in nature; a single move can have far-reaching consequences. It requires top-level decision-making and coordination, which we can't decide on right now."

That's obvious. Even if it's small, the other side is still a sovereign nation. If you openly send our soldiers there, wouldn't that make us... well, you know...

The higher authorities absolutely do not allow this kind of plan.

Moreover, the situation in that country is quite unstable.

If you go in today, you'll give the bald eagle a perfectly legitimate reason tomorrow.

The wind can come in, the rain can come in, even the silly white rabbit can come in, so why can't I, the bald eagle, come in!

Oh dear, if this happens, won't the peace and tranquility we've been trying so hard to maintain on the border be reignited by war again?

Director Zheng sighed, his gaze returning to the list: "At this stage, we can only provide the most accurate intelligence possible. Baoqiang, please send over this list, along with our previous assessments and location characteristics."

Even if these names are fake, the skill descriptions and overall personnel structure can still provide some reference for our colleagues on the front lines, improving the targeting of their investigations.

Old Wang wasn't annoyed that his suggestion hadn't been adopted, since he clearly still had most of his mind on Jiang Xia.

Jiang Xia asked him for advice, and he did, so now it's time for him to go back and take care of his brother.

Old Wang couldn't help but turn around and see that the other person was still leaning against the rattan chair, looking dejected and with a still unpleasant expression. He couldn't sit still any longer.

“No, that little bit of chocolate won’t do. I need to find him something more substantial to eat…” Old Wang said, getting up to leave.

Just then, a conversation could be faintly heard downstairs. One of the voices was deliberately raised, carrying an official-like enthusiasm: "...Director Chao, look, this is where our researchers are fighting! On behalf of the base, we must ensure that the organization's care is truly implemented!"

!

Hey, you son of a bitch, there really is someone trying to cause trouble!

It was Deputy Political Commissar Chang! He still brought Director Chao with him, carrying large and small bags of "gifts," and arrived at the foot of the Little Red Building.

Old Wang's eyes flashed with anger. What kind of time is this to dare to cause trouble?

Too lazy to continue the act, Old Wang reached out and took the deciphered telegram from behind, preparing to stuff it into Deputy Political Commissar Chang's pocket.

If there were any issues with the previous classified documents, let's see how you handle this thing that involves the security of the central leadership!

Just as he was about to make a move, his gaze caught sight of Director Chao, who was standing half a step behind Deputy Political Commissar Chang.

Director Chao wore a simple, honest smile, but just as Deputy Political Commissar Chang was enthusiastically pointing at the Little Red Building and expressing his admiration, Director Chao quickly shook his head slightly in the direction of the window where Old Wang was, and then secretly made a series of gestures to his side that said "Don't be impatient, let us through".

Old Wang paused, his mind racing.

That old fox in the lair wouldn't make a fuss without a reason.

He immediately understood, the fierce look on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a somewhat dazed and blank expression. He strode to the top of the stairs and shouted down:

"Who is it? Oh, it's Deputy Political Commissar Chang and Director Chao! Come on up, Engineer Jiang and the others are here! Perfect timing... Engineer Jiang wasn't feeling well, he just finished his work and is resting."

Upon hearing this, Deputy Political Commissar Chang immediately led Director Chao and the gifts upstairs.

The moment he stepped onto the stairs, Deputy Political Commissar Chang's expression changed.

"I've succeeded!"

"I'm inside the building!"

"Although it's just a small step, it's definitely a giant leap for my career!"