eurekapd Chapter 1077 Old Wang's Dark History. Who hasn't had a moment of clarity?
Chapter 1077 Old Wang's Dark History. Who hasn't had a moment of clarity?
After listening to Comrade Ruilin's words, Jiang Xia remained silent for a long time.
He leaned back in the soft leather seat, his gaze piercing through the bulletproof glass as he watched the Darian streetscape rushing past. The little red building, the testing ground, the beach where he had stayed up countless nights watching the waves—all were receding rapidly into the distance.
Three months.
A winged boat that has been dismantled into pieces.
An elderly person who needs to travel safely.
The heavy pressure weighed on Jiang Xia's heart, almost making it hard for him to breathe. However, a sense of participating in history and an inexplicable feeling of being trusted made Jiang Xia's thinking exceptionally clear.
I pulled out the photos of the two elderly people cooking for me that I got last time. Hehehe, after eating your cooking, I'll definitely make your travel safer!
Is this what you call a meal of gratitude in the new era?
"Jiang Xia, boss, hehehe, excuse me!"
Just as Jiang Xia's gaze shifted rapidly from initial solemnity to an almost burning focus, the small partition door with an observation window between the front driver's cab and the rear cabin was carefully opened a crack, and Lao Wang's face, with a fawning smile, squeezed in, looking like a big-faced cat squeezed through a small window.
It turned out that when Lao Wang noticed the voices behind him fading, he remembered the technical documents the shipyard had asked him to pass on.
Fearing he might miss something, Old Wang took advantage of a break in the conversation to try and hand the documents over to his brother.
Old Wang sat in the passenger seat for a long time, and seeing that the voices in the back seat were gradually fading, he guessed that the two had finished talking. So he carefully opened the small window on the partition door, clutching a bulging leather document bag in his hand, and hurriedly stuffed it inside.
"I have a bag of documents here, I forgot to give it to you, I just didn't want to delay your business..."
result……
The document bag was too bulging, and the small window was too narrow. It got stuck after I had only put half of it in, leaving me in a dilemma.
Old Wang's smile froze instantly, his eyes widened, and his hand remained frozen in mid-air. He tried to push the file bag in, but it didn't budge; instead, it became even more firmly stuck.
"Ahhh Σ(⊙▽⊙a!!"
"It's stuck!"
"What's going on? Yesterday I could stuff a steamed bun in, but today this document is stuck?" As he spoke, he tried to pull hard, afraid of tearing the document. He reached out his hand and then pulled it back. His embarrassed appearance was just like a clueless young man who had done something wrong and was at a loss. Even the tips of his ears were bright red.
"You son of a bitch! You're good for nothing but causing trouble!"
Comrade Ruilin was already annoyed by the ship's affairs, and Lao Wang's outburst instantly ignited his anger. He yanked open the isolation door, grabbed Lao Wang by the back of the neck, and began pounding Lao Wang's forehead with his knuckles. The force was neither too light nor too heavy, but it made Lao Wang shrink back, groaning and begging for mercy, but he dared not dodge.
"You idiot! Back in recruit training, weren't you the one who tripped over yourself while practicing left and right turns in formation? Weren't you the one who almost aimed at the squad leader the first time you handled a gun? Weren't you the one who clung to a wooden raft during swimming training, refusing to get into the water and crying until snot bubbles were coming out of his nose?!"
As Wu Ruilin tapped, he recounted Lao Wang's embarrassing moments from back then, clearly very familiar with them.
"You son of a bitch! You haven't improved at all over the years! Back in recruit training, when you were asked to hand over some documents, you handed them into the company commander's teacup! When you were asked to stand guard, you fell asleep behind the cookhouse stove! When you were asked to pack your backpack for an emergency assembly, everyone else had already run three miles away, and you were still fighting with the backpack straps!"
Old Wang hunched his shoulders, covering his head with his hands, and muttered, "Old Chief, Old Chief, be gentle, be gentle... that happened decades ago..."
"Decades?" Comrade Ruilin's fingers kept moving. "I think you've been stupid for decades! Back in basic training, my squad leader told me, 'Old Wu, this Wang Kui in your unit is a good guy, but he's just not methodical.' I didn't believe him! I personally trained you for three years, three years!"
Jiang Xia watched from the side and couldn't help but chuckle.
Old Wang, who was so reckless as to throw grenades at the deputy minister, became a docile cat in front of Comrade Ruilin.
"Still stuck! Still stuck!"
Old Wang's head was ringing from the knocking. He hunched his neck and drooped his head like a scolded quail, muttering to himself, "I'll remember, I'll remember, I won't do it again. Please have mercy, old leader, or your head will be as hard as a wooden fish!"
After knocking for a while, Comrade Ruilin finally calmed down, let go of his hand, and glared at him: "Hurry up and get the documents out! If you delay important matters, I'll skin you alive!"
Old Wang nodded vigorously and reached out to pull at the file bag, but the documents were stuffed too tightly. After several pulls, he not only failed to pull them out, but also deformed the file bag.
He was sweating profusely, his face flushed red, and he scratched his head with a wronged expression: "Old boss, it's no use, it's stuffed too tightly, I can't pull it out. I didn't dare to use force, I was afraid of tearing the document!"
Comrade Ruilin was so angry that he was about to hit him again, but Jiang Xia quickly stopped him with a smile: "Comrade Ruilin, don't be angry, don't be angry, I'll take care of it, he didn't do it on purpose."
As he spoke, Jiang Xia reached out and carefully pressed down on the file bag, gently pulled open the bag, and then slowly pulled out the documents inside one by one—all neatly bound drawings and reports, the paper still carrying a faint smell of ink.
Thanks to the smoothness of the document bag and Jiang Xia's patience, he finally managed to pull out the stack of documents intact, although the edges of the bag were a little wrinkled.
"Phew..." Old Wang breathed a sigh of relief, rubbing his head which was a little red from being knocked, and smiled sheepishly. He quickly closed the partition door again, leaving only a small window for ventilation.
Wu Ruilin sat up straight, his gaze falling on the file folder in Jiang Xia's hand. He raised an eyebrow slightly: "What file is so important? Can I see it?"
Although his tone was still a bit aggressive, it was mostly out of curiosity.
Jiang Xia shook his head: "Let me check first. That guy who likes to pull other people's umbrellas is driving..."
"Pull the umbrella?"
Secretary Liu chuckled and turned to Comrade Ruilin, waving the "Great Dictionary" in his hand.
Comrade Ruilin fell silent instantly.
After taking out all the documents, Jiang Xia put the cassette tapes in the document bag aside, quickly flipped through the paper documents, and his eyes lit up instantly.
This was actually a complete mapping and analysis report of the hull of the dismantled Bald Eagle experimental flying wing boat, compiled by the base's researchers.
Interim Report on the Surveying and Mapping of the Hull Shape of the Seized US-Made Hydrofoil Speedboat
Bow Bulbousnose Linear Data Analysis
Preliminary Study on Geometric Parameters of Fully Immersed Hydrofoils...
“(＾u＾)ノ~yo,” Jiang Xia looked up and smiled broadly.
"What I wished for has come true! Here is the mapping data for that submarine!"
Comrade Ruilin took the document, flipped through it, and handed it back. He couldn't quite understand the dense numbers, charts, and cross-sectional diagrams.
But Jiang Xia could understand it.
The more he flipped through the pages, the brighter his eyes became.
Laymen wouldn't understand, but the engineers who were passionate about shipbuilding, looking at the design of that high-speed boat, felt no less excited than Jiang Xia himself when he first saw a gas turbine.