The fake heiress loves to act? The max-level boss isn't interested in playing along.

A thank-you voice could be faintly heard from the other end of the phone: "Old Yang, let me speak."

The phone has changed hands.

Xie Ci's voice came through the receiver, lower than usual: "Fu Hua, the situation is indeed urgent. If it's convenient for you... I'll come pick you up?"

Fu Hua remained silent for a few seconds.

"Wait ten minutes, the experiment is coming to an end."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Professor Yan looked at her and asked, "Is something wrong with the military?"

"Hmm, communication failure."

Fu Hua quickly tidied up the lab table. "Teacher, I'll organize the data when I get back tonight."

"Go on, business is more important."

Twenty minutes later, Xie Ci's car drove into the military compound and parked directly downstairs in front of the communications company building.

When Fu Hua went downstairs, Company Commander Yang was already waiting at the door. Seeing her was like seeing a savior.

"Comrade Fu Hua, over here!"

The jeep sped along and soon arrived at the military base.

The technicians in the computer room saw Fu Hua enter.

Their eyes lit up.

Someone quietly made way for them.

Fu Hua didn't say much and went straight to the worktable.

She didn't start immediately; she first walked around the machine to examine it.

Then bend down to inspect the interfaces and wiring on the back.

What are the symptoms of the malfunction?

She asked.

"Suddenly there was no signal, and all the indicator lights went out."

An experienced technician replied, "We've checked the power supply; it's fine."

Fu Hua nodded and picked up the multimeter from the workbench.

She opened the side cover of the machine, revealing a dense array of circuit boards inside.

Without hesitation, she directly probed a spot in the corner of the motherboard.

"here."

She said, "The voltage regulator module burned out."

"How is that possible?"

Some people wondered, "We've measured the voltage..."

"It's not an input voltage issue."

Fu Hua carefully picked up a blackened micro-component with tweezers.

"It's because the module itself is old. These old Soviet components don't have a long lifespan to begin with. The last time I repaired it, the module's performance was already at the critical point."

She took a small metal box out of her canvas bag, opened it,

Inside are various electronic components arranged neatly.

She picked out a similar small cube, deftly removed the broken one, and soldered on the new one.

The whole process took less than fifteen minutes.

After soldering the last wire, she closed the side cover and turned on the power.

One by one, the indicator lights on the dial lit up, emitting a soft buzzing sound.

On the oscilloscope screen, the regular waveform reappeared.

"alright."

Fu Hua put down the soldering iron.

There was a moment of silence in the server room, followed by suppressed cheers.

Company Commander Yang let out a heavy sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his brow: "Comrade Fu Hua, thank you so much! Really... I..."

Before he could finish speaking, footsteps came from the door of the server room.

Xu Jing stood there, her face pale.

She was holding a thick repair manual in her hand, having just rushed back from Professor Jiang's place.

Seeing the machines on the workbench already running again,

Then look at Fu Hua standing next to her; her expression twisted for a moment.

"Company Commander Yang, I..."

She spoke, her voice hoarse.

Company Commander Yang turned to look at her, his face darkening: "Comrade Xu Jing, where did you go just now?"

"I...I'll go ask my advisor."

Xu Jing gripped the handbook tightly. "Professor Jiang said the problem might lie in..."

The problem has been solved.

Company Commander Yang interrupted her, his tone curt, "It was Comrade Fu Hua who repaired it."

Xu Jing pursed her lips into a straight line.

She looked at Fu Hua with a complicated expression.

There was resentment, embarrassment, and a hint of barely concealed jealousy.

"...I'm sorry, Company Commander Yang."

She finally lowered her head and said, "It's my incompetence that caused the delay in the work."

Company Commander Yang waved his hand without saying anything, but his attitude clearly turned cold.

Xu Jing didn't linger and quickly left the server room.

His back view looked somewhat hurried.

Just then, footsteps came from the other end of the corridor.

Commander Hua arrived with his men, and his expression softened slightly when he saw that the machine had been restored.

"Is it fixed?" he asked.

"Reporting to the commander, it's fixed."

Company Commander Yang stood at attention. "Comrade Fu Hua came to help with the repairs."

Commander Hua looked at Fu Hua with admiration in his eyes: "Fu Hua, you really have a way with things."

He paused for a moment, then suddenly said, "Company Commander Yang, I think we should ask Comrade Fu Hua to help with the outsourcing of maintenance and upgrades of our unit's communication equipment from now on."

Upgrading border defense radios to withstand interference and enabling rapid repair of field equipment both require technical support.

Fu Hua raised her eyes, about to refuse.

Commander Hua continued, "The specific fees will be settled on a project-by-project basis. Each project... depends on its complexity, ranging from one hundred to three hundred. How about it, Comrade Fu Hua, are you willing to take it on?"

Fu Hua quickly did some mental calculations.

One project costs between one and three hundred. If you take on ten projects in three months, that's between one and three thousand.

With the military's backing, many things that need to be done later will be much easier.

Giving so much money, this money must be hard to earn.

However, these problems were no challenge for her.

The slow flow of energy in the space amplifies any problem, giving her confidence that she can handle it.

She desperately needs money.

Scientific research requires funding, business development requires start-up capital, and independent living requires even more confidence.

"Can."

She nodded, her tone calm, "But I have a few conditions."

"you say."

"First, I will only take on technical work and will not be involved in administration or personnel matters. Second, I will complete the project independently, with the military providing necessary support and facilities. Third…"

She paused for a moment, then said, "Sign a contract, and your salary will not be delayed."

Commander Hua smiled, surprised that the young girl was quite shrewd.

"Great, we'll do it your way!"

With the deal settled, Fu Hua packed up her tools and prepared to leave.

He thanked her and walked her downstairs; the two stood by the car.

Thank you for today.

He said thank you.

"Of course."

Fu Hua put the toolbox into the car. "I'm doing this for money. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have had such a good opportunity to make money."

"I understand."

Xie Ci looked at her and said, "I'm sorry you had to go through this today."

Fu Hua smiled and said, "There's nothing to be upset about; it's just a matter of mutual benefit."

Xie Ci helped Fu Hua open the car door.

Fu Hua sat in the back and rolled down the car window for some fresh air.

She turned around and said, "By the way, tell Company Commander Yang that it's best to replace all the voltage regulator modules on that carrier wave machine. The remaining ones are almost at the end of their lifespan. I'll send the list over tomorrow."

"it is good."

The car drove out of the military compound.

Fu Hua looked calmly at the office building receding into the distance in the rearview mirror.

Xu Jing's targeted actions, the urgent recall by the troops, and Commander Hua's invitation for cooperation...

All of this was within her expectations.

Or rather, she had been prepared to deal with all of this all along.

Technology is hard currency.

A capable person will find a way anywhere.

And Fu Hua's path has only just begun to broaden.

Outside the window, the spring sunset painted the sky a warm gold.

Xie Ci turned on the radio, which happened to be broadcasting international science and technology news.

A few days later, in the evening, Fu Hua finished her experiment and came out of the Peking University campus. It was already dark.

She rode her bicycle back to her apartment in Shichahai.

As soon as I got downstairs, I saw a familiar figure.

"Big brother?"

She parked her car and walked over quickly.

Fu Songchuan was carrying two insulated buckets.

Hearing the voice, he looked up and smiled gently: "Little sister, you're back?"

Aunt Liu made your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs and steamed fish, and asked me to bring them to you.