May 15th.

Business trip to Shanghai.

The security officer assigned to Ji Wanqing was a man in his forties. He used to be a special forces soldier. After retiring, he joined the Ministry of State Security and served as a bodyguard for important leaders or scientists.

The reason why Ji Wanqing was able to get this honor, besides the fact that she was Fu Laoshou's last disciple and developed a portable tank missile, was the most important reason - she was young.

A 20-year-old researcher can already independently develop and design domestic first-class standard weapons.

It is not difficult to imagine that she will definitely be the mainstay of our country's weapons field in the future.

Before getting on the train, Yuan Wei said to Ji Wanqing: "Ji Gong, we can set up a body signal. If you notice something wrong around you, you can hint to me through the signal."

Ji Wanqing nodded, "What body language signals are usually used?"

"You can do it by touching your lower body, rubbing your forehead, or pinching your nose. Facial movements are best. If they are too subtle, our security personnel will not easily notice them."

Ji Wanqing thought for a moment, stretched out his left hand to lift the hair behind his ear, "I usually use my right hand to fix my hair. If I use my left hand, it means that I feel something is wrong with the people or environment around me."

Yuan Wei nodded, "I understand."

Special personnel will guide you through a special channel to enter the train station, and the quality of the train rides is getting higher and higher.

The last time before that it was a hard seat, the time before that it was a four-person berth, and this time Ji Wanqing was directly assigned a single soft berth.

There are tables, chairs, and beds inside, and the door can be closed, so the privacy is really great.

Joining Ji Wanqing in the competition were two of her old subordinates, Zhang Zhihe and Wang Yimei.

When it comes to being in the limelight and making a name for yourself, how can you forget your capable employees?

There is also a young girl from the Human Resources Department who is in charge of external liaisons and is considered Ji Wanqing's assistant.

The four of them lived in another carriage, and Yuanwei would often come over to guard the door or patrol everywhere.

The treatment in the premium carriage is really good.

When it is time to eat, the carriage has a small area reserved as a restaurant where passengers are invited to sit down and eat.

Ji Wanqing was led by the flight attendant to the small restaurant, where there were already several people sitting and there were no empty seats.

"This way, please."

The train is so small that it is impossible to provide one table per person.

Seeing that she was a young girl, the flight attendant arranged for her to sit opposite an elegant scholar with gray hair and glasses.

"Our lunch for the afternoon includes green pepper and pork on rice and Kung Pao chicken on rice. Which set would you like?"

Ji Wanqing thought for a moment, "Can we have something like the same?"

"Of course, please wait."

The small restaurant was filled with passengers from the soft sleeper compartments, all of them high-ranking gentlemen, almost none of them under the age of 40.

Suddenly a beautiful young girl showed up, and everyone's eyes were drawn to her.

The elegant and handsome old man at the same table lived up to everyone's expectations and asked without hesitation: "Who did the little girl come with?"

She is really too young and too beautiful, and everyone subconsciously thinks she is the relative of some famous person.

"I'm here with a team on a business trip to Shanghai." Ji Wanqing smiled politely and had no desire to talk more.

"My name is Cen Guofa, and I'm the director of the Shanghai Municipal Education Bureau. What's your name, young lady? Are you going to Shanghai on business?"

I'm really a little curious.

Such a young leader can already be on par with the old guys who have been fighting with them for half a lifetime?

An official from Shanghai City, and also the Director of the Education Bureau.

"My surname is Ji, Ji Wanqing. I am currently a top researcher at the Ontario Military Factory, and I am leading a team to Shanghai to participate in the National Military Science Competition."

Cen Guofa is an educator, and he has always looked up to science and technology reserve talents: "Comrade Xiaoji is really young and promising! How can he lead a team to conduct research and development at such a young age?"

"Well, I just happened to choose the right direction."

The flight attendant brought over the double combo meal, and Ji Wanqing ate it leisurely, while the passengers around her clearly considered her to be in the same group.

The internal chat, which had been suspended due to her arrival, now resumed.

"...Yes, there is definitely some action."

"We are ready to liquidate."

As the saying goes, ducks know first when the river water warms in spring. Different circles have different channels and speeds for receiving information.

For example, in October 1977, the news of the resumption of the college entrance examination was published in newspapers and spread throughout the country.

But now in late May, the Director of the Education Bureau, Cen Guofa, said in an exchange with others, "There is a serious talent shortage in our country. At the Third Plenary Session of the 19th CPC National Congress last year, several colleagues and I jointly submitted a petition requesting the restoration of the college entrance examination system."

"It should have been done long ago. You don't know that the young people we recruited in our department don't know anything. We old hands have to teach them little by little like nursing children! That's what they should have learned in school!"

Ji Wanqing nodded silently. Several workers, peasants and soldiers in her team were in the same situation. They didn't learn anything real and were forced to be assigned to the position.

"Hey Xiaoji, judging from your age, you definitely haven't taken the college entrance examination. Did you learn those higher education knowledge by yourself?" Cen Guo asked.

Ji Wanqing nodded and said, "I learned some basics in high school, and then taught myself."

Shum Kuo-fat said with emotion, "Without the pressure of exams and further studies, there are not many young people like you who are as hardworking and self-motivated as you are."

"...It's okay. I'll just take a look."

Cen Guofa glanced at her and said nothing more.

He is so young but still has such a strong tone. Just look at how he can become a researcher at such a young age? Do you think you are his genius nephew?

Who knew when we got off the bus the next evening.

Cen Guofa actually met his genius nephew, but he was not there to pick him up.

Zhou Xi greeted them warmly, "Team Leader Ji! Welcome to Shanghai!" Then he looked at his former colleagues, "Engineer Zhang, Engineer Wang, nice to see you."

After all, they had worked together before, so Wang Yimei and Zhang Zhihe smiled and said, "Mr. Zhou, nice to see you. I hope I can trouble you when I come to Shanghai this time."

"As I should. You guys took good care of me in Ontario."

Cen Guofa knew his nephew quite well.

A proud genius with a high IQ since childhood, he entered the graduate school at the age of 18. Now, at the age of 23, he is already a leading engineer in the Shanghai Military Factory.

That person is extremely arrogant and, to be honest, very harsh. He acts entirely based on his own likes and dislikes and never cares about other people's feelings.

He can be described by a host of words such as insolent, unruly, rude, and lacking emotional intelligence.

But it was the first time that Cen Guofa saw that he treated outsiders with a normal attitude.

“Ahem!”

Cen Guofa started coughing violently, and Zhou Xi only then noticed what was happening nearby.

"Uncle?"

"I'm here to pick up a colleague." Cen Guofa still loves his genius nephew, even though he has a bad temper.

"Um."

Zhou Xi ignored them and turned to Ji Wanqing and his group, "The guesthouse is near the venue. I'll take you there now."

Ouch.

Cen Guo was so angry that his glasses were crooked, and his elegant face was not even stiff.

However, Ji Wanqing, who had a subtle respect for Zhou Xi, looked at him with even higher regard.

Anyone who can convince this kid is definitely not an ordinary person.