diskusbooks Chapter 934 We'll talk about it after we catch a shark!
Chapter 934 We'll talk about it after we catch a shark!
Yes, after all that, what I've said comes down to Ai Gong's famous quote: Truth is only within the range of cannons!
I don't care what kind of demons or monsters you are, or what kind of manipulative experts you are, talk to me, I've already got the spirit of steel!
Jiang Xia said it, and he did it.
Looking back on his journey, steel and blueprints were his language; he basically relied on his technical prowess to overcome all obstacles.
If it weren't for the wise and gentle old man's strategic planning and decisive leadership, this "Huang Shiren Plan," which represents the pinnacle of the foolish boy's battle of wits, would probably not have been able to unfold so smoothly.
Hmph! Once you've reached a certain level of strength, you don't need to guess what people's fickle hearts are like.
I came, I saw, I conquered!
Don't call this kid extreme...
In those days, many of our grandparents' generation held this belief:
I don't believe in fate, I only believe in the hammer in my hand; I don't rely on heaven, I only rely on the road under my feet.
They built a steel mill on the ruins, melting down captured artillery shell casings to produce their first batch of molten iron. They strung up an electric fence across the wasteland, twisting Union blueprints and rudimentary insulators into silver wires that illuminated the night…
They laid railway tracks across the Gobi Desert, buried food bags under the sleepers, and let the wind and sand seep into the spikes. They set up radio stations in the swamps, using enamel mugs as capacitors and hemp ropes to tie the antennas, managing to send radio waves to Beijing!
In a workshop where the temperature was minus forty degrees Celsius, I was debugging machine tools. My fingers were cracked from the cold, so I dipped them in salt water and kept working!
In the days before computers, calculating ballistics by hand involved stacks of scratch paper taller than a person; a single mistake could mean starting over for three days straight...
They dismantled the wreckage of Bald Eagle aircraft, copied the blueprints of Hansmiao diesel engines, and copied formulas from textbooks, but they never copied the backbone of others!
I'd rather bend over and sweat than bow my head and beg for mercy.
For them, "I came, I saw, I conquered" is not just empty talk!
It was the crisp sound of my shoes crushing the frost as I carried my tools to the construction site every morning.
So Jiangxia's "flat attack to the end" is just the stubbornness passed down in the blood of that generation!
I don't trust sweet talk, I only trust the steel chisel in my hand! I can't stand detours, I only recognize the goal ahead.
Truth may be complex, but the path to realizing truth is sometimes...
It was created with a hammer, a welding torch, and a pickaxe!
However, there are always people who do not fully agree with this "power-only" philosophy of life.
For example, the translators of those less commonly spoken languages in the delegation attending the IEC General Assembly.
The so-called family tradition of learning is also fully reflected in them...
……
On the azure ocean, an ocean liner is cutting through the waves.
The Chinese delegation attending the IEC International Electrotechnical Commission General Meeting was on it.
The head of the delegation was the sharp old man who had returned from the Ma family garden, while the heavy responsibility of actually leading the team and handling all the tedious affairs fell on the shoulders of the deputy head, Mulan.
The shrewd old man, a veteran of countless battles, needed to recuperate, and with special permission from the elder, he flew there. Mulan silently took on the responsibility of caring for the delegation.
At this moment, she is leaning on the railing, gazing into the distance.
The sea breeze ruffled her cloud-like hair, lifting a few strands of her newly dyed black hair from her forehead, revealing her beautifully contoured profile.
It is just as bright as the rising sun at dawn, as dazzling as a lotus emerging from clear water.
The magnolia standing quietly at the bow of the ship resembles a meticulous painting of a lady by a master artist, creating a wonderful and striking contrast with the surrounding steel giants and the salty sea breeze.
However, her peerless face was now slightly furrowed, carrying a hint of distress that seemed out of place with the scenery.
She extended her slender fingers, examined herself for a moment, then suddenly turned her head with interest to her companion, who stood silently beside her like an iron tower, repeatedly raising and lowering a section of cable, and said:
"Xiaoqiang, do you think I should draw on a mustache and wear a one-eyed eye patch? That would make me look more... intimidating and deter people from doing anything rash?"
The burly man, nicknamed Xiaoqiang, remained silent, his arms steadily lifting and pulling.
At the end of the cable, a dark "thing" bobbed up and down with the spray of waves as the cruise ship cut through the water, and faint shouts and curses could be heard.
But the cruise ship was too high and the waves were too loud, so we couldn't hear anything.
Just then, a crew member in a white uniform passed by. He was visibly momentarily stunned when he saw Mulan's profile. He then straightened his collar, put on what he thought was a dashing smile, and approached.
"Good afternoon, Madam." He bowed gracefully, "The kitchen has prepared excellent lamb chops. May I, the second officer of this ship, have the honor of inviting you to..."
His words suddenly stopped.
Because Mulan turned her face away.
Mulan didn't speak, nor did she turn around completely. She simply turned her head slightly and glanced at him indifferently with her clear, cold eyes.
There was no emotion in his eyes, only a bottomless insight and... a faint indifference, as if he were looking at something insignificant.
Just that one glance.
The second mate's obsequious smile froze instantly.
He felt a chill run down his spine to the top of his head, all the eloquent words he had prepared evaporated, and he even involuntarily took a half step back, his Adam's apple bobbing and beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.
"Mom...I saw hell..."
"I'm... I'm sorry to bother you."
He gave a hasty, incoherent bow, then almost staggered as he turned and fled, as if behind him was not a stunning beauty, but some unsettling presence.
"A deadly move has appeared... one that kills anyone it glares at..."
"Big sister, if you had done this sooner, there wouldn't have been so much trouble!"
Another skinny, monkey-like boy emerged from behind the cable, patting the oil off his hands and joking with a smile.
Xiao Qiang, the burly man who had been standing silently to the side like an iron tower, repeatedly pulling in and out a section of cable, only turned around blankly after the sailor had run far away, and asked in a muffled voice, "Big sister, what was that foreigner saying? It sounded like English, but I couldn't understand a single word!"
Mulan turned her gaze back to the sea, lightly flicked her fingertips, and a mischievous smile curved her lips: "I didn't understand either. But it's okay," she paused, "when you don't understand, just scare it a little."
"what!"
The skinny kid jumped down from the pile of cables and hugged the muscular Xiaoqiang: "Didn't you see that guy with a chamber pot on his head? His curry-like English was so bad, anyone who could understand it would be a god!"
Xiao Qiang gave a vague "Oh," and continued to pull steadily with his arm. At the end of the cable, a dark "thing" rose and fell with the waves the cruise ship made, and a faint whimpering sound could be heard.
"(＾u＾)ノ~yo! I'm crying! Big sister, did you pull me up yet?"
"What are you so arrogant about? I want to eat shark fin soup. I'll talk about that after I catch a shark!"
"(⊙o⊙)..."