Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

The fire in the stove crackled and popped, warming everyone inside.

The leader's earlier "May I ask for your advice?" made Secretary Song, who was standing to the side, gasp in surprise.

consult?

He was a core leader of a national ministry and a leading figure in charge of the country's heavy industry.

They actually used the word "ask for advice" to a five-and-a-half-year-old toddler!

If this gets out, the entire city of Beijing will probably be in an uproar!

Zhang Huaimin showed no sign of being flattered.

He simply looked calmly at the senior leader, his clear eyes devoid of any childlike naiveté.

Instead, it reveals a profound insight that sees through the long river of time.

"Grandpa Leader, please speak."

Zhang Huaimin took out another fruit candy from his pocket, unwrapped it, and put it in his mouth.

"I may not understand national affairs, but I know how to build things."

The senior leader nodded, his smile gradually fading, and a deep, unyielding sorrow settled between his brows.

He sighed, his voice heavy.

"Huaimin, you're a smart kid, so Grandpa won't beat around the bush with you."

The top leader walked to the table, took out a slightly yellowed world industrial distribution map from Secretary Song's briefcase, and spread it on the table.

"Take a look at this picture."

The top leader pointed to the dense markings on the map.

"Currently, our country's heavy industry foundation is too weak."

"Although our Soviet big brother helped us a lot, they kept their core technologies, such as the precision machine tool that you repaired, very tightly under their control."

"Not to mention those Western countries, they wish they could blockade us so much that we couldn't even manufacture a single screw."

The top leader tapped the map twice with his finger, his tone tinged with grief and helplessness.

"We are now using our own flesh and blood to bridge the technological gap!"

"If we cannot achieve breakthroughs in precision manufacturing and special materials."

"In ten or twenty years, our country's industrial lifeline will be firmly held by the neck by others!"

The words of the top leader were truly poignant.

This is the pain of all Chinese industrialists in this era, and a sword hanging over the nation's head.

Secretary Song stood to the side, her expression also somber.

It's not that they didn't try hard enough, but that they fell too far behind.

While others had already begun developing more advanced machinery, they were still struggling to figure out how to build a decent tractor.

Zhang Huaimin listened quietly to the high-ranking leader's outpouring of grievances.

He didn't answer immediately, but instead picked up a red Hero brand fountain pen that the senior leader had just used.

"Grandpa Leader, I understand everything you're saying."

Zhang Huaimin chewed on a piece of candy, speaking casually as if he were discussing what to eat for dinner.

"However, I think you and the experts in the ministry may have gone astray."

We've gone astray?!

The top leader and Secretary Song were both taken aback.

This is an industrial development strategy formulated by bringing together the nation's top minds.

How did it become "going astray" in the mouth of this five-year-old?

If the leader hadn't just witnessed Zhang Huaimin's terrifying chessboard calculation ability, he might have thought the kid was spouting nonsense.

"Huaimin, what do you mean by that?" The top leader frowned, his expression becoming extremely serious.

Zhang Huaimin did not rush to explain.

He held the red pen and flicked his wrist.

On that world industrial distribution map, with just a few strokes, several extremely eye-catching large red circles were drawn.

"Grandpa Leader, look."

Zhang Huaimin pointed to the first red circle with the tip of his pen, which marked traditional heavy machinery manufacturing.

"You are now focusing all your energy on how to catch up with the existing mechanical technology in the West."

"For example, how to build larger machine tools, how to smelt harder steel."

"That's called following in someone else's footsteps and inhaling their exhaust fumes."

Zhang Huaimin raised his head, and a surprising burst of technological light shot out from his dark, bright eyes.

"Even if we give it our all and spend twenty years catching up to their current level."

"But what about twenty years from now? How far will they have developed?"

"We'll always just be followers!"

The top leader broke out in a cold sweat upon hearing this.

He certainly knew this principle.

But what can we do if we don't catch up? We don't even have the most basic things!

Zhang Huaimin seemed to have seen through the leader's doubts.

He twirled the red pen in his hand and it landed on another blank area on the map.

That place represents the future.

"Therefore, we cannot follow the same path they have taken!"

Although Zhang Huaimin's voice was still young, it seemed to carry the force of a thunderbolt, making the ears of the top leader and Secretary Song ring.

"We need to take a shortcut and overtake!"

"We'll bypass their current industrial system and seize the technological high ground in the next era!"

Zhang Huaimin drew a closed-loop red line in that blank area.

"First, abandon the obsession with old-fashioned CRT televisions and bulky vacuum tube computers."

"Directly initiate research and development projects for 'carbon-based liquid crystal display technology' and 'micron-level integrated chips'!"

Integrated chip?! Carbon-based liquid crystal?!

The top leader and Secretary Song were completely baffled.

These two words were as foreign as an alien language in China in 1962.

Even the most advanced laboratories in the West have only just scratched the surface of these concepts.

"Huaimin, what exactly are these things you're talking about?"

The high-ranking leader swallowed hard, his voice trembling.

Zhang Huaimin smiled and explained in the simplest and most understandable language:

"Grandpa, is that how you understand it?"

"Integrated chips are about shrinking the vacuum tube computers that currently take up an entire room onto a silicon chip that is only the size of a fingernail."

"Its computing speed will be tens of millions of times faster than it is now!"

"And carbon-based liquid crystal can make bulky televisions as thin as a sheet of paper!"

boom!

The top leader felt as if an atomic bomb had been inserted into his brain and exploded!

A computer the size of a fingernail?! A television as thin as paper?!

How is this possible?!

This completely overturned his decades-long understanding of physics!

But if someone else said these words, the top leader would definitely slap him across the face.

but.

These words came from the mouth of a prodigy who could fix an imported machine tool in three minutes, handcraft a miniature generator, and forge bulletproof steel plates!

He had no choice but to believe! He dared not disbelieve!

Zhang Huaimin ignored the leader's shock and continued to trace the map with his red pen.

"Secondly, we need to establish our own closed-loop standards in specialty materials and precision manufacturing!"

"It's an upgraded version of the bulletproof steel plate I developed before—'nanoscale polymer composite material'!"

"We have chips for the brain, and nanomaterials for the skeleton."

Zhang Huaimin slammed his pen heavily on the map, his small face radiating an air of domineering arrogance.

"At that time, we won't be the ones begging them."

"Instead, the entire Western industrial system would have to kneel down and beg us for authorization!"

"We must use these groundbreaking technologies to completely blockade them!"

silence.

A deathly silence fell over the east wing.

The only sound was the crackling of the fire burning in the stove.

The top leader stared blankly at the map that was covered in red scribbles.

Looking at that five-year-old child sitting on a small stool, with eyes as deep as the starry sky.

He felt his very soul trembling!

Cold sweat poured uncontrollably down the leader's forehead and temples, soaking the collar of his Zhongshan suit.

This is hardly an attempt to point out industrial bottlenecks.

This is practically drawing a line on the fate of the nation's industry for the next fifty years!

Such vision! Such foresight!

This has completely surpassed the limits of the human brain; it's as if a god is looking down upon humanity!

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

The high-ranking leader was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently.

His weathered old eyes were filled not only with shock, but also with ecstasy and tears of overwhelming joy!

"A genius unprecedented in the founding of the nation!"

Suddenly, the top leader slammed his hand on the table, letting out a thunderous exclamation.

This voice was filled with boundless hope for the future of China.

"The nation's industrial potential is saved! China's rise to prominence is within reach!"

The high-ranking leader suddenly stood up.

He didn't say another word.

They didn't treat each other with the same attitude that elders have towards younger people.

Instead, it was done with an extremely solemn and dignified demeanor.

He was looking at Zhang Huaimin, who was sitting on a small stool.

He stood with his legs together, ramrod straight.

then.

Slowly and with utmost solemnity, he gave a standard salute!

Secretary Song, watching from behind, felt a chill run down his spine and quickly stood at attention and saluted.

The senior leader looked at Zhang Huaimin with a burning blaze in his eyes.

He made a final appointment on the spot that shocked the entire Red Star Steel Rolling Mill and even the top echelons of the capital!

"Xiao Song!" The big leader's voice was loud and clear.

"Draft a top-secret official document immediately!"