eurekapd Chapter 905 The prize at this time is not a water bottle!
Chapter 905 The prize at this time is not a water bottle!
"Oh? How do you say this?"
"Hey, with the current level of chemical processing and wire drawing technology in China, we simply can't produce this kind of black adhesive cable with this kind of wrapping process and material!"
"Our generation of 'Big Yellow Doppelgangers,' including the export versions, mostly used high-performance, low-cost enameled wire, with ordinary rubber-sheathed wire used in key parts at most. But this wire..."
"Teacher Xuhua, please open it and take a look!"
Upon hearing this, Teacher Shih-E reached out and pinched the rubber of the bundle of wires; the texture was indeed different.
Without further hesitation, Teacher Xu Hua drew a gleaming triangular bayonet with three blood grooves from the leather scabbard at his waist.
"Old Huang! You..."
"Teacher Xuhua, where did this military dagger come from?" Unlike Teacher Shi'e, who was frightened, the boy with the dagger had his eyes shining as he looked at it.
"Oh, militia training! I won second prize!"
Teacher Xu Hua's words were concise and to the point.
He used his left thumb to precisely press down on the bundle of black rubber cables, securing them to the edge of the cabinet. With his right hand, he held a triangular military dagger, aimed its extremely sharp tip at the rubber, and without hesitation, pierced it firmly, then slashed downwards!
"Sizzle—" The tough black rubber sheet was cleanly and neatly sliced open like a hot knife cutting butter, revealing the wire core wrapped inside.
Wow, the backbone we've cultivated here today has a unique efficiency and fierceness that comes from being tempered by war when solving practical problems.
This is totally to the liking of the little guy.
As the rubber sheet was cut open, Teacher Xu Hua gently pried it open with the tip of his bayonet, and a thin, silver-gray thread, barely thicker than a child's little finger, was peeled out from the tear. Upon closer inspection, the thread core consisted of seven copper cores as thin as hair twisted together, with a thin, cicada-wing-like metal shield tightly wrapped around the outside.
"Fine-core shielded wire!" Teacher Shih-E took a closer look and gasped again. "The craftsmanship is so exquisite! This is definitely not an ordinary industrial product!"
Jiang Xia looked at the cable swaying at the tip of the bayonet and muttered to himself, "These bald eagles are really willing to spend money to cause trouble in the Far East... They even provided this level of shielding cable manufacturing technology? Aren't they always guarding against the Japanese like they're thieves?"
Little did they know that this thin line, quietly exposed to the cold gleam of the triangular bayonet, was, in a sense, subtly drawing back a corner of the curtain on a grand strategy.
Across the ocean, some strategic decision-makers, based on complex global game considerations, are cautiously trying to loosen some of the technological shackles and rearm their notebooks into "breakwaters" and "forward bases" against a certain camp in the Far East.
This small shielding wire is but a tiny, yet profoundly significant piece in this grand game, the very first drop in the torrent of technology transfer.
Just as the trio began their pilgrimage within the submarine, following this thin thread...
Junichiro was also reviewing his actions from the day.
The cold moonlight shone through the iron bars of the window, casting pale spots of light on the concrete floor. Junichiro was curled up on a simple cot, covered with a thin quilt. Despite his physical exhaustion, his mind was racing, and past scenes flashed uncontrollably through his mind.
As he thought about it, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch upwards, and he almost burst out laughing in the quiet cell. Luckily, he covered his mouth with the blanket in time, preventing the smug sound from being heard.
Your performance today was absolutely perfect!
It perfectly illustrates the reckless words spoken by a family head when he is at his wit's end!
Wonderful!
He was so happy he felt like fireworks were going off inside his head, each explosion a testament to his own triumph.
"The mascot prince secretly visited China... to purchase 'Miss'... Heh!" Thinking of his confession during the day, Junichiro's lips curled into a smug smile in the darkness, his heart filled with self-satisfaction.
"This rhetoric, to use an old Chinese saying, is simply a brilliant plan that kills three birds with one stone!"
One of these points, of course, is the secret visit of the mascot prince to China. Junichiro wasn't lying; the mascot was indeed considering this idea, and this was absolutely true information.
As for the matter of purchasing the young lady, that was a certainty – the mascot had personally proposed this idea to the Lobster Country when he visited them, but unfortunately, it was blocked by the Lobster Country's overly nosy and unfilial son, Bald Eagle.
Can it be considered a lie if he reveals this now?
Of course not!
Since it's all about confessing anyway, a mix of truth and lies is used to keep people guessing.
What if—and he meant what if—someone on the naive rabbit's side suddenly had a brain fart and actually agreed to sell?
Then Junichiro must have accomplished an unparalleled feat.
At that time, not only will the mascot treat him differently, but he will also be a figure of great importance in front of the White Eagle Emperor!
Who knows, he might become the most favored person under the Emperor Emeritus of the Bald Eagle!
They don't even care about the big mascot!
My thoughts drifted to this point, and another unpleasant memory crept in: the scene of the Bald Eagle's people coming to "demand an explanation."
That day, Uncle Jin and Anderson came to our door with unfriendly expressions.
The reason for this was simply that Anderson, the Bald Eagle's logistics manager who made a fortune smuggling air fryers, discovered that Junichiro's family was secretly investigating the origin of the air fryers.
This really angered Anderson, who immediately bristled, cursing inwardly, "Hmph! What? You little bumpkin, you dare to meddle in your bald eagle father's business? You're asking for trouble!"
Anderson was furious, but fearing he couldn't handle the situation alone, he dragged Uncle Jin, who was busy with the import list and working hard to earn foreign exchange for his country, into the fray.
Uncle Kim had no intention of getting involved in this mess, his mind preoccupied with the numbers and terms on the list, but Anderson's words changed his mind: "Hey, Old Kim, you know what? This Junichiro family seems to have been involved in the construction of the Hayashio-class submarines..."
"Hey, do you think using submarines to transport our goods would be a better way to avoid scrutiny from the IRS? Lately, those bastards have been hanging around our West Coast bases, I don't know what they've heard!"
At that one sentence, Uncle Jin's hands, which were fiddling with the list, immediately stopped, and his eyes sharpened.
Submarines? Submarines are great! Our comrades in China are still using those outdated Union submarines. The noise they make is almost like setting off firecrackers at sea!
The Hayashio-class submarine seems to be highly regarded by the US strategic department!
if……
Uncle Jin put down the documents in his hand, adjusted his glasses, and said in a deep voice, "Let's go take a look."
Thus, the two, with different purposes but equally hostile attitudes, barged into Junichiro's house.
Junichiro, naturally, dared not be negligent in front of his retired emperor.
He still knelt down in the classic pose, bowing deeply at a 90-degree angle, his forehead almost touching his knees.
"Shenし訳ございませんでした!"