Bind to the collection system, I became a national treasure

Chapter 272 It’s Useful After All

Lin Xiaoxiao obediently poured some hot tea for the boss. Bai Xi took a sip and said, "After the Spring Festival, we can set up an overseas business department."

With just these short words, Zhang Yao and the others almost stood up and applauded!

The boss is finally willing to make money!

With Kaiming Intelligence’s current reputation, the overseas market is simply making money!

Bai Xi was thinking about other things.

Lingniao’s current localization rate is around 85%.

Including chips, because bionic aircraft do not require chips with too high a process. If computer chips are used as a reference, bionic aircraft can be "two generations" lower without affecting performance.

Not for playing games...

Given that globalization is at its peak, an 85% localization rate is already ridiculously high.

Most companies have not yet realized the importance of "autonomy".

But Bai Xi plans to continue increasing this proportion.

If dumping is a spear launched against foreign countries.

Then high localization is the shield.

There were so many disgusting examples in her previous life, and she would not repeat the same mistakes.

Ah.....

She is now looking forward to the day when someone wants to sanction her.

......

The next morning, Bai Xi was the first to get up.

Although the village is cold, the air is crisp and fresh. Taking a deep breath, I feel like my lungs have been cleansed.

Walking to the small forest at the back, Bai Xi saw Old Man Lu exercising inside.

The old man didn’t know whether it was because he had good hearing or was more sensitive to people coming from behind, but he noticed Bai Xi in advance and turned to look over.

"Why are you up so early, little girl?"

Bai Xi smiled and said, "I've changed to a new place. I couldn't sleep, so I just got up and breathed some fresh air."

"Have you ever learned martial arts?"

Lu San shook his head. "It's not really martial arts. We had no other options back then. The soldiers were all from poor families. To put it in today's terms, they were physically weak and malnourished. An old company commander found a Taoist priest who taught him a set of unnamed techniques to help the soldiers loosen up their muscles. I learned it and practiced it twice a day."

Bai Xi asked with great interest, "Oh? Can you show it to me?"

Old man Lu showed it...

Well, how should I put it, there are some rules, but not many...

It's really a flexible one...

"What happened to the Taoist priest later?"

"The Taoist priest said he came down the mountain to save China and drive out the Japanese invaders. He was a good man and didn't want military pay. He followed the company to many places. His shooting was terrible, and bullets were precious at that time, so he gradually became involved in logistics. He made shoe soles with fine and strong stitches, and his cooking was also acceptable..."

"But later, while carrying the wounded, he was killed by a landmine..."

Perhaps he didn't have time to write a legend or establish his achievements, but it is an exciting story of that era...

Only a few people can achieve great things, and even fewer can retire after achieving success. Many more people do not leave their names behind, but have dedicated everything they have.

Bai Xi and Old Man Lu, one old and one young, watched while the other practiced as the sun gradually rose higher.

Xiao Li, who had taken his mother to see a doctor, also came back. After Bai Xi asked, he found out that it was just an ordinary back injury.

After eating the breakfast made by Xiao Li, Bai Xi and Old Man Lu said goodbye outside the courtyard.

Old Man Lu said, "Come and sit with me when you're tired, but if you're busy, just focus on your own things. You're an important scientist, don't waste too much time on an old man like me."

Bai Xi smiled and said, "I just miss your plaque."

Old Man Lu laughed heartily: "Don't worry, everything will be yours!"

Before parting, Bai Xi said, "I think I've reissued the stamp. As usual, the stamp is yours, and I'll keep the card. I'll have them send it directly to you later."

That is the portion that belongs to "Kunpeng".

Before departure, he received news that Kunpeng was about to enter the test flight phase and the medals of honor at various levels would begin to be counted.

Of course, according to the original agreement with Yang Rubin, Bai Xi also had a huge personal income...

But to her, it's no longer important.

Old Man Lu was stunned for a moment, then said: "Okay, I'll wait for your medal."

Bai Xi waved his hand and turned to leave.

After walking two steps further, Zhang Yao said, "Boss, how old is this old man? I think he looks like he's in his nineties, but his body looks like he's in his seventies."

Bai Xi laughed and said, "He walked through a sea of ​​blood and corpses, how could he be in good shape?"

Zhang Yao was secretly amazed when he thought of the pagoda made up of honor plaques, and thought that even anti-Japanese dramas didn't dare to shoot it like this, maybe when he was young he really was a fierce man who tore apart Japanese soldiers with his bare hands.

Everything in the past two days made him feel fresh.

Looking back at the small courtyard full of age, you can vaguely see a corner of the meritorious pagoda.

He is a young man, a city dweller, and an ordinary person.

So "money" is the measure of most things, including life, work, and ideals.

But there are also people who live their whole lives for their beliefs and their ideals.

Every time he meets such a person, he feels the vastness of the world.

I will also be in awe...

When he arrived at the village entrance, Bai Xi did not drive directly, but knocked on the door of the original site of "Lao Zhao Local Cuisine Restaurant".

The person who opened the door was a woman in her fifties. She looked at these strange "city people" with a wary and strange look.

Bai Xi smiled gently and said, "Hello, Auntie. We are friends of Mr. Lu from the west end of the village. We had dinner at Mr. Zhao's before. We heard that the old man passed away, so we wanted to come and pay our respects."

Hearing the name of the Lu family at the west end of the village, the woman lowered her guard and said, "Are you Mr. Lu's friends? Come in."

Bai Xi felt that there were too many people and it would disturb everyone, so she asked Zhang Yao, Lin Xiaoxiao and the others to wait outside, and only Xiao Rui and she went in.

The front hall of the house used to be the dining area of ​​the restaurant. She and Xiao Rui had eaten here last time.

Now that Zhao Wawa’s grandfather has passed away, he has even taken away the tables and chairs. It seems that he doesn’t plan to run the business anymore.

The signboard of "Lao Zhao's Local Cuisine Restaurant" was casually stuck behind the broom and was covered with dust.

Further in is a small courtyard, and the innermost part is where people live.

In the courtyard, Bai Xi saw the little boy from yesterday, who was poking the water tank with a stick and mumbling something inaudible.

In the small room in the inner house, Bai Xi saw the portrait of Zhao Wawa’s grandfather.

However, what surprised Bai Xi was that the photo was unusually young. It was a black and white photo of Zhao Wawa when she was in her twenties.

The woman said, "My father specifically told me to use this one before he left. He said it was handsome when he was young."

Bai Xi looked at the photo of a young man in military uniform, full of high spirits.

Suddenly, Zhan Yan smiled and said, "He is indeed handsome. He is a very handsome guy."

The woman also smiled. It had been two months since her father passed away, and she had long passed the period of pure sadness. When she heard someone praising her old man, she smiled happily.

There is also a tablet next to it, with Wang Wawa's name written on it: "Zhao Weiguo"

Only then did Bai Xi know the name of Zhao Wawa's grandfather.

"How did Mr. Zhao Weiguo leave?"

"I was shot when I was young, and my right leg hurts from time to time. I fell and hit my head on the ground, and I had a cerebral hemorrhage. By the time I got to the hospital, it was too late..."

Bai Xi looked at the portrait and saw a wooden box with a glass lid. Inside were two rusty badges that were so old that Bai Xi could not recognize the words on them.

The woman saw Bai Xi looking over there and said, "I don't know what use my father left this for, so I'll just leave it next to him."

There was no incense here, so Bai Xi could only put his hands together and bow, then took out the white bag he had prepared in his pocket. It was the one he bought when he took Old Man Lu to dinner in the county last night. There was five thousand yuan in cash in it.

The woman was a little hesitant, but still accepted it. When leaving, she insisted that Bai Xi take some local specialties back with her, but Bai Xi refused.

After leaving the hut, the boy was still waving the stick around. The woman thought it was a bit rude and said, "Doudou, come here! Stop it!"

The child took off running: "I'm a tank driver! Come on! Pull my tank over here! Beep! Beep! We haven't penetrated the enemy's armor, run!"

The woman smiled awkwardly: "This is my grandson. He is very naughty. He always liked to listen to his great-grandfather's stories. Since he was a child, he has been clamoring to be a tank driver or something."

Bai Xi smiled and said, "You see, those badges are useful after all..."