A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Chapter 509 This is art! You can't stand the striving of the working class and peasantry, so ca

"The Beijing Dance School?"

"Isn't this school across from Zizhuyuan Park? How come there's one near Taoranting Park too?"

After bidding a reluctant farewell to the group of veterans who were about to return to their mission, the four drowned dogs hurriedly led Jiang Xia to a square building.

The building is not tall, only four stories high. Under the main gate, which is clearly in the Russian style, there is a white plaque hanging on the right, with black characters on the plaque indicating its extraordinary nature.

What's so special about it? It's just a vocational school!

Well, perhaps, just like in later generations, this street was lined with all sorts of cars.

Yes, a car!

The little Jeep that the little guy was sitting in drove through the cars with shiny black exteriors, which really stirred up some memories of his future life.

It's just like the scene from before when people came with high expectations but left disappointed.

"Everyone has a love for beauty; this is truly an age-old saying. Just like how there are always luxury cars parked in front of dance schools."

Just as Jiang Xia was shaking his head and feeling sorry for his own petty pride, Old Wang started talking.

"Hey, what's all this talk about special operations with those veterans?" Old Wang asked, while looking for a parking spot and combing his hair into a slicked-back style.

Hey, you know what? In winter, wet hair looks like it's been coated with hair wax, and he managed to style it in no time.

"Just showing off my limited skills. A few days ago, I happened to glance at some materials left behind by the Russians in the factory library. Didn't Hans have a very special unit called Brandenburg?"

"This unit disguised itself and went undercover, specifically to conduct reconnaissance and infiltration operations behind enemy lines, and even deliberately leaked false intelligence to mislead the enemy..."

The big guy grinned and said, "I thought it was something special! It's just the work of our scouts."

As he spoke, he pulled out a small notebook and gestured to the names of the young people from Tongmao.

"That's exactly what that kid did! I won't go into details, but his trick of luring two Bald Eagle units into firing at each other is exactly what you described!"

The man in the leather jacket, seeing that he had actually written other people's names on the list, gave him a thumbs up with genuine admiration: "Team leader, you're getting cocky. These people have made top contributions, and you still dare to write them down..."

The five people got out of the car and walked towards the school gate while chatting.

However, due to the veteran's delay, it was already time for afternoon classes. Many students got out of their cars and entered the campus, completely blocking the path of Jiang Xia and his group.

Jiang Xia and the others simply stood in the corner and continued chatting.

"It's not quite the same, team leader. Do you remember that little notebook in the archives about the unit?"

"Hmm? That one?"

"Okazaki Detachment! Back in the guerrilla war days, our force of over 10,000 men besieged their 500-man detachment, but we couldn't take them down, and they even managed to wait for reinforcements..."

"I've seen what you're saying too. That's an exception. A mere detachment has so much heavy firepower, and it's all Hansmiao's equipment!" Old Wang shook his head, neither confirming nor denying.

"Alright, let's stop talking about this, or we'll find fault with it again. Anyway, my advice to the veterans is to be an upgraded version of the reconnaissance soldier. You get the idea."

"The veterans' achievements are indeed remarkable. Just imagine what they would achieve if they formed an elite squad. Have you thought about that?"

"Well, I just imagined some things out of thin air. Maybe they seem a bit superficial to you, but that's okay. We'll refine them step by step. For example, using a 'flying cat car' to parachute directly to the back... or just using a 'cannon barrel' to bombard them down, and so on..."

Jiang Xia silenced their discussion and gave a concluding speech. "There's always someone watching," he said. "That idiot author is still revising the story, and the points he's highlighted are all things you wouldn't expect. I'll post them for you to see when I have time, of course, after it's finished."

This won't work, that won't work.

Hey, then I'll go see a ballet performance. What, you're saying that's not okay?

That's art!

elegant!

Isn't she the white moonlight in the hearts of you little immortals?

Even if your dark influence covers the sky, it cannot extinguish our urgent desire for high art!

Don't look at everything with your biased perspective, okay?

Pooh!

Jiang Xia became increasingly frustrated and couldn't help but act uncivilly.

Seeing that most of the students had left, Jiang Xia pulled out a project proposal: "Come on, sign it. We haven't discussed this for nothing, otherwise that deadly winter swimming would have been a waste of time..."

"Uh, what's this?"

"A kind of thing based on... something else?"

"What kind of weird name is this?!"

"Isn't this how all confidential documents are handled? You just sign them and that's it. Writing everything out is too much trouble."

Jiang Xia impatiently urged them to sign the papers and then led the way into the school.

Ha, it's not that I can't stand the enterprising spirit of modern workers and peasants, it's that I want to share, I want all my comrades to benefit.

That's the typical attitude of a stupid author: "We have living people on our bookshelves, and we can make sure the story doesn't fall apart even if we only spend a few dozen yuan a day."

Pooh!

..........

Once the visitor tickets are distributed, access is unimpeded...

My foot!

We weren't allowed to enter the teaching building; we could only go into the rehearsal hall in the annex building.

Even the area in front of the rehearsal hall was packed with people. A huge handwritten sign stood there straight and tall.

Upon closer inspection, well, the observation ticket is just the first hurdle to getting into the dance school. You want to watch others rehearse?

We still need to buy tickets!

One bill costs 50 cents, no credit allowed!

Damn, how can we tolerate this? Charging so much for just one rehearsal?

Goodness, it's not like we haven't been to the dance troupe's dressing room in later generations. Don't get me wrong, Little Ahoge was just changing a light bulb.

Regardless of the reason, the shoes and socks of the dazzling actors on stage all look the same when they take them off, and the smell is enough to make you lose your appetite for three months.

Jiang Xia, who was used to being frugal, turned around and wanted to leave. What could 5 cents buy? Three catties of rice or three catties of flour, seven ounces of pork, ten eggs, or even enough to give as a gift to a banquet in the suburbs.

Of course, this is just a guideline price; whether you can actually buy it is another matter.

I am not suited for elegance!

I have no affinity for art!

I'm not cut out for anything borderline!

"Hey, since we're already here... it's my treat!" Old Wang quickly grabbed Jiang Xia and pushed him towards the very end of the line.

Well, under the powerful effect of causality, Jiang Xia had no choice but to join the queue.

Ok?

What kind of queue is this? Why are all the people in front of me dressed so nicely?

Although they looked young, they were all wearing military officer woolen overcoats, with their heads held high and an air of arrogance. People around them were pointing and whispering about Jiang Xia, who was wearing a drab gray cotton overcoat.

Huh?

So this is what you call a kid from a high-ranking family? Is the author, out of desperation, resorting to some clichéd face-slapping plots to pad out the word count? Didn't you see he subtly replaced the ellipses with dots?

"Cough cough..."

Old Wang, who lives nearby, proved with his actions that the author still has integrity.

Before he could even speak, the people on both sides lowered their heads, turned their faces away, and pretended to be discussing something.

"Hey, you haven't been wasting your time, have you?"

"That's much better than some inhuman beings."