Returning to 1949, I decided to hand it over to the state.

Of course, Jiang Fan could not possibly claim to be a science popularization blogger from the 21st century, let alone talk about short videos, traffic, commercial orders, or watch reviews.

I studied computer science in college, so I can't just apply formulas directly.

Forget about building Ansteel, you'd be considered crazy the next second, or even a spy.

His mind raced for a moment, and he managed a fairly natural smile.

"Reporting to the commander, what I studied outside was mainly mechanical engineering. I also read a lot of industrial books and had a lot of contact with machines. I know a bit about blueprints, structures, and basic repairs."

"Oh?" A cadre wearing round-framed glasses and a suit looked up at him from one side of the long table. "Which school?"

Jiang Fan's heart skipped a beat; it seemed he was also a student who had studied abroad.

He coughed calmly, deliberately revealing a hint of youthful embarrassment and caution:

"You leaders may not have heard of the school's name. Besides... all these years I've been working part-time while studying, and most of the time I've been learning from others, reading books on my own, and figuring things out on my own."

This answer is a bit slippery, but not outrageous.

The official frowned, seemingly wanting to ask more questions.

Chief Li raised his hand and pressed down, preventing him from continuing.

"So where do you live?" Chief Li asked casually.

Jiang Fan's heart tightened immediately.

Again!

He had already given a vague address when he registered.

Now that we're in this room, I'll say it again. If the beginning and end don't match up, that would be a real problem.

He steadied himself and repeated what he had said before:

"In the Tiedong District of AS City, not too far from the factory area, my old house is in a row of bungalows. The exact address... has changed so much over the years, and I was in a rush on my way back, so I can't really say for sure right now."

"The bungalow area?" someone asked. "Which area?"

Jiang Fan's Adam's apple bobbed, and he could only brace himself and try to speak as naturally as possible about the surrounding landscape he had seen when he first transmigrated and the approximate location of Aunt Su's house.

He spoke with a hint of hesitation, as if afraid of misremembering.

But as soon as he finished speaking, an older cadre next to Chief Li suddenly exclaimed "Eh?"

"Is the place you're talking about... the area where Chiang Dai-chi lived?"

There was a half-second of silence in the room.

Jiang Fan's head buzzed.

Jiang Daiji?

Who?

But he dared not show any unusual expression, and could only suppress the unease in his heart, continuing to pretend that he didn't quite understand.

The cadre turned to look at Chief Li:

"Commander Li, isn't Jiang Daiji an old worker in the factory? He lives nearby, if I remember correctly."

Chief Li nodded, his gaze returning to Jiang Fan, his tone still gentle:

"In that case, it'll be simple. Someone, go and call Jiang Daiji over so he can identify him."

As soon as he finished speaking, sweat poured out of the back of Jiang Fan's neck.

Holy shit.

This is really going to be a disaster.

He had managed to get by with Aunt Su's Northeastern accent and smooth talk, along with his two aunts' own imagination.

But now they're directly calling people over to recognize their faces!

If he really grew up in that area, the neighbors would recognize him somewhat.

The problem is, he's not from this era at all!

No one spoke in the meeting room; everyone knew that during this sensitive period, it was essential to thoroughly investigate the situation first.

Jiang Fan stood there, barely managing to maintain his composure, but his mind was racing.

Jiang Daiji... Jiang... Daiji...

Could it be "Uncle Jiang" that Aunt Su mentioned?

That should be it, then things will be much easier.

Footsteps soon came from outside the door.

A middle-aged man wearing gray overalls with black ash still stuck to his trousers was led to the door by the guard.

The man was tall with broad shoulders and a thick back. His face was tanned from the fire and the sun, and sweat was dripping from his forehead. He had clearly rushed over from the workshop.

"Reporting to the commander, Jiang Daiji has arrived," the guard said.

"Come in," Chief Li waved his hand.

The middle-aged man stood at attention as he entered; his movements weren't perfect, but they were very earnest.

"Greetings, Commander! Greetings, fellow leaders! I...I've arrived."

He spoke with a strong Northeastern accent, but his voice wasn't loud, clearly indicating that he had been suddenly summoned and was a little unsure of himself.

Chief Li pointed at Jiang Fan and got straight to the point:

"Old Jiang, look at this young man, do you recognize him? He says he lives in your area."

Jiang Daiji was taken aback upon hearing this, turned his head, and his gaze fell on Jiang Fan's face.

Jiang Fan also looked at him.

The moment their eyes met, for some reason, Jiang Fan felt a slight tremor in his heart.

The man in front of me was a complete stranger.

But his brow bone, nose bridge, the slightly forward-leaning posture when he stood, and that silent yet somewhat stubborn temperament inexplicably reminded him of his grandfather standing at the gate of the courtyard smoking a pipe when he was a child.

Like.

It's not that they look exactly alike, but their expressions, bone structure, and breathing are like they were slowly molded from the same mold.

Jiang Fan's heart skipped a beat.

Jiang Daiji frowned and looked him up and down several times, his frown deepening with each look.

The young man was decent-looking, but his outfit was too strange. His hair, clothes, pants, and shoes all looked weird.

And speaking of his face, he looks very young, only in his early twenties.

He pondered for a long time, and finally shook his head hesitantly:

"Sir, I've lived in that area for so many years... This young man looks a bit unfamiliar."

As soon as he said those words, Jiang Fan felt a tingling sensation on his forehead.

The atmosphere in the meeting room, which had just relaxed a little, instantly became tense again.

Some people raised their eyelids, some tapped the table lightly, and others stubbed out their cigarettes in the jar before looking at Jiang Fan again.

Jiang Daiji seemed to realize the weight of his words and quickly added:

"I can't guarantee it. There are many people coming and going in that area, and some of the young people are out there, so I can't be sure I know everyone."

But this supplement is clearly not enough.

Jiang Fan cursed inwardly, knowing that if he didn't respond, the situation would fall apart.

He immediately took half a step forward, a smile that was both anxious and a little aggrieved on his face, and spoke with a thick Northeastern accent:

"Uncle Jiang, take another look! I was always running around outside when I was a kid, so it's normal that you don't remember me."

"My name is Hu Zi! My dad is Tie Zhu, he lives in that village next door. He used to go to work with you all the time!"

"Tiger?" Jiang Daiji was taken aback.

Seeing that the other party had stopped because of his shout, Jiang Fan quickly seized the opportunity and poured out all the information he had gleaned from Aunt Su and Aunt Li:

"Didn't my dad go to Shenyang for construction work a while ago? My mom's health hasn't been very good these past few years. I was always away from home when I was little, and then I went away to study, so I didn't come back often. Isn't that normal?"

"Besides, how could I be the same as I am now when I was a kid? Back then, I was always running around with a snotty nose, who could recognize me?"

This string of words was spoken quickly and densely, carrying a familiarity forced out of panic, which ironically made it seem quite genuine.