Chapter 92

"Are you Jia Hongjian?" A group of more famous and more distinguished old revolutionaries were now receiving Jia Hongjian in an inconspicuous office at the terminal. "Yes... I am. Hello, Grandpa Chief Designer, hello, Grandpa Chief Accountant..." Jia Hongjian greeted each of them like a well-behaved child.

The Sichuan-born old man, who was called the Chief Designer, was taken aback and asked Jia Hongjian, "I can understand why you call me Chief Designer, but why do you call Old Chen Chief Accountant?" "Because you are responsible for political design, and he is responsible for the economy..." Jia Hongjian explained, not willing to honestly say that the term "accountant" was a euphemism for a keyword that was censored on forums in the future...

"Ha ha! This little rascal is quite witty!" The Chief Designer said to the Chief Accountant with a laugh. After they laughed for a while, the Chief Accountant, who somewhat resembled Andy Lau, asked, "Little Jia, did you write these articles?" As he spoke, the old man had a guard hand over several manuscripts to Jia Hongjian.

Jia Hongjian took a careful look and found that they were the things he had written according to the requirements of Old Luo. He nodded and admitted it straightforwardly, "Yes, I wrote them. If you don't believe me, we can check the handwriting..." Hearing this, the old men immediately laughed, "You little rascal!"

After the old men had their fun, the Chief Designer lit a cigarette and said, "You, Little Jia, seem to have the same bold and fearless nature as your father. When I was going up and down, your father Jia Gang dared to write a book criticizing the Gang of Four. He was quite bold. I didn't expect you to be no less bold, daring to expose fraud at the age of fifteen, and even coming north to expose the water-to-oil scam!"

"Hehe, it's about liberating the mind and being practical..." Jia Hongjian said with a smile.

...

The result of this conversation with the old revolutionaries was that a few days later, a notice titled "On Learning from Comrade Jia Hongjian" was issued to all party and government agencies across the country. In this notice, Jia Hongjian's life was described as a glorious and fighting life—

"He fully implemented and embodied the spirit of reform and opening up, which emphasizes liberating the mind and being practical. He fought against unscrupulous merchants who produced counterfeit and substandard products, adhering to the law. During the struggle, Jia Hongjian was defamed and misunderstood, but he did not become discouraged, did not compromise with reality, and dared to fight against the enemy called reality. This fully demonstrated the revolutionary awareness and enthusiasm of our country's proletariat laborers.

In the current era, with economic construction at the center, adhering to the four cardinal principles and persisting in reform and opening up, when the country's focus is shifting towards the national economy, striving to develop backward productivity to meet the growing material and spiritual needs of the people, the spirit of Jia Hongjian, who persists in principles and exposes counterfeit and substandard products, is very precious. Science and technology are the primary productive forces, and while developing science and technology, we must be cautious to prevent speculators from infiltrating. It is very necessary to learn from Jia Hongjian's spirit of being practical..."

In addition to becoming a role model for the entire nation, Jia Hongjian had some other gains—he received several dozen calligraphy pieces from the old scientists, who were the pillars of the country, as well as from the old revolutionaries... When Jia Hongjian boarded the plane in Beijing, he really felt that he might need to tell the airline that the items in his luggage required special security...

In Shanghai, Jia Hongjian's parents, Wang Coulan, Old Luo, and even Jia Jingxing, Wang Danshui, and others were waiting to receive Jia Hongjian's flight. When Jia Hongjian came out of the passenger exit, the group quickly surrounded him, anxiously checking if he was missing any parts.

"It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back..." Su Ping was in tears, hugging her precious son and crying, as if her son had just narrowly escaped death. Jia Hongjian didn't mind at this moment; he looked at his father and said, "Dad, I'm sorry. I originally wanted to follow in your footsteps and go to jail, but it didn't work out. I'll try harder next time..."

"Try harder, my foot!" Jia Gang was purely amused by his son, and he reached out to tap Jia Hongjian's head, "I went to jail because I was foolish! If you dare to go to jail, I'll beat you to death!"

Seeing the playful scene between father and son, everyone around them laughed, even Su Ping, who was still crying, laughed. At this moment, Old Luo came up with a look of apology and said, "Little Hongjian, I'm sorry... If it weren't for me sending you to the northeast, you wouldn't have been in such danger this time..."

It turned out that these people who cared about Jia Hongjian didn't know that he had been delayed for a few days purely because he was exposing Wang Hongcheng. After Jia Hongjian was released from the police station, he called home and said he still had some things to do and would be back later. Although he didn't explain clearly, could these people who cared about him not know that he was going to deal with Wang Hongcheng? Considering that Wang Hongcheng had the means to have Jia Hongjian arrested across provinces, could they not worry about Jia Hongjian?

"No, no, Grandpa Luo, it wasn't dangerous at all. Didn't I say on the phone that I only stayed in the police station for half a day and then came out? Later, I went to expose Wang Hongcheng... You don't know, the heroes of the 'Two Bombs, One Satellite' project all came to see me expose him... The scene was amazing..."

"Uncle, did all those great scientists come? How did you do it?" Jia Jingxing came up, very interested.

"Alright, alright, let's take Hongjian home first. He must be very tired from the flight. We can talk more at home," Wang Danshui, who was unusually gentle and considerate, suggested. Her suggestion was immediately agreed upon by everyone, and they all got into the large minivan that Wang Coulan had arranged, driving back to Jia Hongjian's home.

On the way, Jia Hongjian recounted the process of exposing Wang Hongcheng in a very low-key manner. When they entered the house, he continued, "When I played the recording, Wang Hongcheng was completely stunned... His reaction was... Oh, by the way, I have a lot of calligraphy pieces. Let me show them to you."

As he spoke, Jia Hongjian opened his new suitcase, which was filled with carefully placed scrolls like famous calligraphy pieces. He picked one up and unfolded it, revealing a line of large characters written in ink on a meter-long piece of paper— "Future Pillar of the Nation." Below these bold and flowing characters, it read "Qian Xuesen," with a seal next to it.

"Wow—" Instantly, everyone around him gasped in unison! Even Old Luo was somewhat shocked! This was a nationally renowned hero of the 'Two Bombs, One Satellite' project! This was a person who was once evaluated by the United States as being worth five divisions! This was China's top scientist! He actually wrote a dedication to Jia Hongjian, calling him a future pillar of the nation?

Seeing the wide-eyed expressions of his relatives and friends, Jia Hongjian didn't hesitate and continued to take out more from his suitcase—

"This is written by Yu Min, a hero of the 'Two Bombs, One Satellite' project. He solved a series of problems in thermonuclear weapons physics and later led the theoretical research and design of nuclear weapons..."

"This is written by Wang Daheng, who studied optics. When the first medium-range missile was launched, he was the chief designer of the large-scale precision target range optical measurement equipment..."

"This is written by Wang Xiji, who studied satellites. He led the research on China's first Dongfanghong satellite and the subsequent returnable satellites and the Changzheng-1 rocket..."

"This is written by Zhu Guangya, a leading figure in China's nuclear power industry. He participated in the research of the atomic bomb and was one of the first members of the Chinese Academy of Engineering. He drafted the 863 Program and is currently the chairman of the Chinese Association for Science and Technology, the director of the Science and Technology Committee of the National Defense Science and Technology Commission, and a member of the Standing Committee of the Party Committee of the National Defense Science and Technology Commission..."

"This is written by Sun Jiadong, who previously studied ballistic missiles. He was the technical director of China's first Dongfanghong satellite..."

"This is written by Tu Shou'e, who was the chief designer of the Dongfeng series of intercontinental ballistic missiles and the Changzheng-2 launch vehicle..."

Jia Hongjian continuously took out these famous dedications, leaving his relatives and friends completely stunned! To be honest, could ordinary people easily obtain these dedications from such great figures? Out of ten thousand successful people, how many could obtain a dedication from one of these great figures? But Jia Hongjian was now bringing them home in bulk!

Looking at these dedications from these great figures, each praising Jia Hongjian, if they were framed, even the mayor and party secretary of Shanghai would have to be polite to the Jia family upon seeing so many great figures' dedications—no, they would have to be extremely polite, at least five or six or seven or eight parts polite, right?

If provincial and ministerial-level officials saw these dedications, they would have to be polite to the Jia family. What about ordinary people? A section-level official would probably be so intimidated that they would sit on the ground, and a university professor would probably become as obedient as a primary school student upon seeing these great figures' dedications.

At this moment, Wang Coulan, Old Luo, and the other relatives were truly puzzled. They couldn't understand how this kid managed to obtain so many great things! One or two would be enough for an ordinary person to show off for a lifetime, but how did this kid manage to bring back so many, as if he were buying them in bulk?

"How come no one is saying anything? Mom, Dad, come help, this isn't over yet..." Jia Hongjian said, starting to take out the dedications from the old revolutionaries from the suitcase. Just by putting these dedications from the old revolutionaries in the office of his future company, who would dare to cause trouble? No one would! When the Jia family held an auction to sell exclusive sales rights, they wouldn't need to say anything; they just needed to lead the interested merchants to the office and show them these dedications. These people would immediately become so intimidated that they would sit on the ground, hugging Jia Hongjian and Jia Gang's legs, begging to give them money, right?

******

Please support, vote, and collect!~

{Piaotian Literature www.piaotia.com Thank you for the support of all the readers. Your support is our greatest motivation}