Courtyard House: I'm an engineer, and a fairy godmother transferred me to a different position.

Liu Guangqi came to pick up his wife from get off work as usual. Zhao Mengyun, with her sharp eyes, noticed an unfamiliar document in his bag.

She was always intelligent, and even now she couldn't help but smile and ask softly, "The academic committee members... have they been decided?"

"Yes, it was just announced today."

Faced with his wife's questioning gaze, Liu Guangqi did not hide anything and told her frankly.

His tone was calm, but there was little joy in his voice.

It seems like he entered the Chinese Academy of Sciences at such a young age.

For him.

It's nothing to be excited about.

Zhao Mengyun, however, was different. Her husband becoming an academician was a joyous occasion that needed some kind of celebration.

"No, we absolutely have to celebrate! Let's go buy a roast duck."

She examined the document several times before carefully putting it away, then suddenly remembered something.

"Oh, right!"

"Should we go back to the hospital and tell Mom and Dad about this? They would be so happy if they knew."

Liu Guangqi smiled and waved his hand.

"Forget it, my dad already has a very straight back. If he knew this, he'd probably hold his head high even more and become even more unrestrained."

"He's already so well-off, it's best to let him avoid unnecessary trouble."

A few lighthearted jokes made Zhao Mengyun smile.

Liu Guangqi then straightened his expression: "Besides, he doesn't even understand what the Chinese Academy of Sciences does, so explaining it would be a waste of breath."

Upon reflection, Zhao Mengyun realized that this was indeed the case.

Given her father-in-law's flamboyant nature, if he truly understood the significance of the words "academician," he would probably have to set up a feast at the entrance of the alley that very night.

The noise became known throughout the entire hospital.

That's enough!

Such good news should be celebrated quietly by the two of them.

Back home in the ministry compound.

Before the aroma of roast duck could even fill the room, the phone on the table rang. It was my well-informed mother-in-law calling.

As soon as the call connected.

Then, Wu Shuang's mother-in-law's cheerful voice came over:

"Xiaoyun, your dad and I have brought Ruixue and Fengnian to the General Logistics Department compound. You two can focus on your work and don't need to worry about the children."

"Just come over after the New Year."

"Okay, Mom."

Zhao Mengyun smiled and agreed, then chatted for a few more minutes about everyday matters, without mentioning the matter of becoming a member of the academic committee.

I hung up the phone.

She then turned to Liu Guangqi and said, "Mom and Dad should be on holiday too. Mom said she's brought the children over."

Liu Guangqi paused slightly as she was setting out the bowls and chopsticks.

A smile immediately spread across his eyes.

A warm feeling flowed through my heart, making me feel even more at ease than when I learned of my election earlier in the day.

During the call just now.

He also heard some noises and knew that his parents-in-law worked in the General Logistics Department and were always well-informed.

Although his wife didn't mention it at all.

But obviously.

The two elders probably already knew about this, otherwise they wouldn't have called at this particular time.

Even though he knew, he didn't ask any more questions on the phone.

Such tacit understanding is the most comforting.

There's no need for deliberate explanations or elaborate flattery.

And as an elder.

They always provide the strongest support with the most appropriate actions.

Just like when Zhao Mengyun gave birth last year—

Without saying a word, the two elders stuffed a lot of tickets and certificates that were hard to find on the market into their hands before they left, but they didn't say a word of praise.

With the Spring Festival approaching, they have just returned from their military leave.

They also took the initiative to pick up the child so that the young couple could focus on their work.

Such parents-in-law are truly rare.

While I was silently reflecting on this.

Zhao Mengyun suddenly moved closer.

She lowered her voice, with a hint of mystery.

"Oh, Mom just mentioned something to me..."

Liu Guangqi was slightly taken aback.

He turned to look at her, his eyes filled with a hint of inquiry.

Zhao Mengyun's eyes shimmered under the lamplight, like the surface of a lake reflecting the moonlight in the dark night: "She asked me to tell you that she did a good job."

"You've caught the attention of the higher-ups, and an important leader even praised you personally." She deliberately pronounced the words "important leader" clearly and slowly.

As soon as she finished speaking, she gently nudged Liu Guangqi beside her with her arm, her eyes full of urgency, wanting to hear him tell her the whole story.

"An important leader?"

"Do you think my mom would lie to me? Guangqi, you're really something, that's a big shot from above."

A ripple of emotion stirred in Liu Guangqi's heart.

He was indeed somewhat surprised, not expecting to enter a higher level of perspective so quickly. However, his expression remained unusually calm, showing little surprise or desire to ask further questions.

Which leader it was? That wasn't really important to him.

Because in his heart, the names of those in high positions were all etched in another memory.

Each and every one of them is a pillar supporting this sky, and all deserve the utmost respect.

Seeing his calm demeanor, Zhao Mengyun became anxious: "Guangqi, how can you be so composed? This is such an honor!"

Liu Guangqi simply smiled slightly and offered no further explanation.

Time flies by silently, and in the blink of an eye, it's the last two days before the Spring Festival holiday.

The auditorium of the First Ministry of Machine Building was brightly lit and packed with people, where the annual general meeting of all employees was being held.

The atmosphere at this year's event was more enthusiastic and vibrant than ever before.

The reason is self-evident—the heavy debt that had just been borne.

This year's summary report from the ministry leaders was even more moving, with every word carrying warmth and resonating deeply with everyone present.

"……all in all!"

"In the past year, the total foreign exchange earnings generated by our First Ministry of Machine Building have surpassed those of all our sister units, including the Ministry of Foreign Trade, ranking first among all ministries!"

As soon as he finished speaking, thunderous applause erupted from the audience and lasted for a long time.

All the cadres and staff of the First Ministry of Machine Building straightened their backs unconsciously at this moment, their faces beaming with undisguised pride.

Who would easily believe that a department specializing in industry could surpass a department specializing in foreign trade in terms of foreign exchange earnings?

Many cadres from other ministries who came to observe had a mixture of envy and amazement on their faces, their eyes burning with intense emotion, almost as if they were trying to solidify their complex feelings.

"Incredible! This year, the Ministry of Machine Building is taking the lead?"

"That's right. Which ministry can compare to the export volume of CNC equipment from their dozen or so subordinate machine tool factories?"

The facts have proven that this year, the First Ministry of Machine Building has undoubtedly become the most dazzling presence among all ministries, like a dark horse that has emerged out of nowhere.

An industrial sector actually surpassed the foreign trade agencies in foreign exchange earnings. One can only imagine how much foreign exchange income those dozen or so machine tool factories brought to the Ministry of Machine Building, enough to make countless other units sigh in envy.

Therefore, the year-end bonuses issued by the Ministry of Machine Building this year were exceptionally generous, with the abundant supplies enough to ensure that every comrade in the ministry had a comfortable and prosperous New Year.

After the summary was completed, the most anticipated part, the awards ceremony, began.

"Comrades!"

"The remarkable achievements our department has made in the past year are inseparable from the joint efforts of every department and every colleague..."

"Many outstanding individuals and groups have also emerged."

As expected, Liu Guangqi's name appeared prominently on the list of award recipients, and he received both the honors of "Model Worker" and "Advanced Collective".

At the same time, several black ZIM sedans quietly arrived at the gate of the Ministry of Machine Building compound and smoothly stopped in front of the gate.

The security officer on duty at the entrance, who had been looking solemn, was about to step forward to ask a routine question.

However, when he saw the license plate number and the model of the car in the lead vehicle, he froze on the spot, his pupils dilating slightly.

In the compound of a ministry, Volga cars are not uncommon.

But these more advanced Jim cars, especially the Jim-3HM leading the way, are extremely rare in the entire city. What kind of person could ride in such a car?

He felt a buzzing sound in his mind, and his mind went completely blank.

The guard in the car in front had already gotten out of the car smoothly and handed over an ID card with practiced ease.

The security officer only caught a glimpse of the golden national emblem on the cover, and his hand trembled slightly involuntarily. He immediately stood at attention, saluted, and prepared to open the gate to let people in.

Just then, the rear window of the car in the middle slowly rolled down.

A gentle, refined face with a friendly smile appeared, and the man smiled and said to the young security officer:

"Young comrade!"

A cold wind swept through the courtyard, causing the withered branches to tremble slightly.

The car door slid open silently, and a composed figure stepped out. He gazed at the faint glow of the auditorium in the distance, a gentle ripple appearing in his eyes.

"Go and see," he whispered to the person beside him. "I also want to meet the young man who helped us pay off our debts to the North three years ahead of schedule."

The excitement inside the auditorium hadn't yet subsided. People were gradually leaving, still discussing the year's impressive foreign exchange earnings. Liu Guangqi moved with the flow of people; the certificates and enamel mug in his hands were nothing new to him. What might be glory to others seemed like a quiet end to the year for him.

Just as I was about to step out the door, a cold wind rushed towards me.

"Director Liu!"

The minister's assistant hurried forward and whispered, "The minister requests your immediate visit to his office; an important guest has arrived."

Liu Guangqi remained expressionless, only smiling slightly as he handed the item to a familiar colleague beside him. "Please take this back to the office first."

"Okay!" the other party replied naturally. All eyes turned to him, filled with envy and admiration but no surprise—it was no longer news that Liu Guangqi had been summoned alone by the Ministry of Machine Building.

He and his assistant walked quickly toward the office building.

However, upon reaching the floor where the minister was located, his steps involuntarily slowed.

The corridor was unusually quiet. Several strangers dressed in Zhongshan suits stood along the wall, their postures as straight as pine trees, their gazes calm and serene. They were neither ordinary cadres nor ordinary guards; they simply stood there quietly, and the entire corridor was filled with a solemn atmosphere.

Liu Guangqi paused slightly in breathing.

He knocked gently on the door.

"Come in," the minister's voice came from inside.

The moment Liu Guangqi pushed open the door, his gaze fell on the figure on the sofa—

Wearing a gray Zhongshan suit, with a gentle face and a warm, approachable demeanor, he exuded a spring-like kindness.

He had never seen that face in person, yet it was as familiar as if it were etched into his blood.

It wasn't just him.

In this land, everyone knows this person.

Yesterday, Zhao Mengyun's words suddenly echoed in my ears: "You were praised by the big boss."

Who would have thought that today, ** would come here in person.

Time slipped away quietly during the conversation.

When Liu Guangqi stepped out of that door again, his steps were still somewhat unsteady. The corridor was filled with the sounds of people coming and going, his colleagues busy as usual, but he remained lost in that daze.

It wasn't excitement, but something deeper—like a heavy burden, or a bright torch, quietly falling on my shoulders.

Back in his office, he didn't look at the gold certificate on his desk, but simply placed a brand-new book lightly in front of him.

On the title page, there is a line of warm and vigorous calligraphy.

That is the real reward that belongs to him today.

Liu Guangqi could practically trace the cover of that book with his eyes closed—"Computer Fundamentals and Future Applications." It was the very textbook he had painstakingly compiled for the Institute of Computing Technology a few days prior. After a casual conversation, Liu Guangqi realized that this high-ranking elder already knew about his work on the textbook. And that's why, as soon as the textbook was published, the first batch of sample copies were delivered directly to the elder's desk. Everyone knew that this elder from the higher-level academic committee was a lifelong book enthusiast; his famous saying had already resonated with generations.

The elder then gifted him this first edition textbook, still smelling of fresh ink. A handwritten inscription was also left on the title page.

Liu Guangqi gently lifted the cover, and a line of vigorous calligraphy immediately came into view:

"Use technology to build the nation's most important instruments, and use knowledge to pave the way for the future—a gift to Comrade Liu Guangqi, hoping he will live up to his youth and reach new heights."

The ink was thick and rich, and the strokes of the brush conveyed a profound entrustment. As Liu Guangqi's fingertips traced the paper, he could almost feel the force of the pen tip striking the paper that day, and a surge of intense emotion welled up from the depths of his heart. This was no ordinary gift of a book; it was a personal affirmation from the highest level of the academy's committee, its weight surpassing that of a thousand or a hundred certificates of merit.

Staring at these words, Liu Guangqi felt a surge of emotions, unable to find the right words to describe it. But he deeply understood that the four words "reaching new heights" were both a profound expectation and a silent affirmation.