Live Stream 1980: Netizens Teach Me How to Make a Rocket by Hand

Jinan No. 1 Machine Tool Plant, Workshop 3.

The atmosphere was somewhat eerie.

In front of several C616 lathes that have just been modified with M1 kits.

Several apprentices who had been working at the factory for less than three months were operating the equipment with ease.

On the other side...

The factory's top-notch seventh and eighth-level skilled workers were all on high alert.

Sweat streamed down his forehead, soaking his work clothes.

"Beep—! Beep—! Beep—!"

The piercing alarms blared incessantly.

"What's going on! Did we run into a knife again?"

Cui Yushan was somewhat anxious:

"This is absolutely weird!"

"A master craftsman who can produce amazing results even with his eyes closed."

"How come you can't even compare to an apprentice?"

Lin Xi stood by the aisle, holding a large tea mug in her hands, a smile playing on her lips.

In the live stream chat, viewers were already starting to make diagnoses.

[Hahaha! This is what you call the troubles of a max-level character!]

Muscle memory is a killer!

The master craftsman's hands are too fast; before the brain can even react, the hand has already moved!

As we were talking, we came to a machine tool in front of us.

Master Wu, a level 7 fitter, is staring intently at the tool holder with rapid feed.

The blade tip was about to touch the workpiece.

That instinct, honed over decades, allowed him to make a judgment instantly—

The knife is moving too fast, it's going to crash!

His right hand almost instinctively reached forward.

He rubbed the handwheel, which had already been disengaged from the mechanical connection, hard.

The body also leans forward to "fine-tune".

This tilt is nothing to worry about.

My stomach hit the emergency stop button on the panel directly.

"Sizzle—Clang!"

The spindle is seized, the tool post is stopped, and the alarm lights are flashing wildly.

"oops!"

Master Wu slapped his thigh, looking at his right hand in frustration:

"This damn hand! Why won't it obey my commands!"

"The machine is working perfectly fine, why are you touching it like that!"

Cui Yushan sighed and looked at Lin Xi:

"Manager Lin, what... what should we do?"

"The apprentice is doing very well, but the master craftsman is not."

"This isn't a matter of skill."

Lin Xi put down his teacup, walked to the center of the workshop, and clapped his hands:

"Everyone, stop for a moment."

Everyone looked at the excessively young "Engineer Lin".

"Masters, do you find this machine difficult to use?" Lin Xi asked.

"Disaster!"

The martial arts master just now gave a wry smile.

"It's too rigid; it doesn't know how to yield or coordinate with my breathing."

"That's right."

Lin Xi solemnly raised one finger:

"The machine contains chips; that's an 'electronic brain.'"

"You're using decades-old 'human brains'."

"These two have different logics, so a fight is inevitable."

"What should we do then? Replace our brains?" someone suggested.

"You don't need to change your mindset, just change your mental approach."

A mysterious expression appeared on Lin Xi's face.

"The mental technique?"

Cui Yushan's eyes widened.

"Brother Lin, we're doing industrial work, not practicing qigong."

Lin Xi ignored Cui Yushan's complaints and turned to write four large characters on the blackboard—

【The Mindset of Resetting to Zero】.

"From now on, all masters of the sixth level or above must do one thing before going into operation."

Lin Xi scanned the entire room, his voice deep and powerful:

"Close your eyes, stand in a static posture, and take deep breaths for five minutes."

Silently repeat three sentences in your mind:

"First, I am not a senior technician."

"Secondly, I was a complete idiot when I first joined the factory."

"Third, I believe this pile of iron is smarter than me."

The entire room fell silent.

A group of master craftsmen, whose combined age was several thousand years, looked at each other in bewilderment.

This is absolutely ridiculous!

Is this some kind of technical training or a Qigong rehabilitation class?

"Try it once."

Lin Xi's gaze was firm. "Just once."

The martial arts master who had just "mischievously" touched his hand gritted his teeth:

"OK!"

"Since I've already lost face completely, I'll trust you this once!"

He walked to the machine tool, his hands hanging down, and closed his eyes.

One minute... two minutes...

At first, his eyebrows were twitching, clearly indicating that he was struggling internally.

But gradually, his breathing calmed down.

Those ingrained, decades-old hypersensitivity to cutting forces, vibrations, and sounds were forcibly suppressed deep into the depths of consciousness.

I'll be there in five minutes.

The old master suddenly opened his eyes.

The anxiety from before was gone from his eyes, replaced by a hollow calm.

He stretched out his hand.

He didn't touch the handwheel, didn't adjust the coolant hoses, and didn't try to feel the vibration with his body.

He simply, mechanically, and coldly pressed the green "Start" button.

Then, he put his hands behind his back, like a spectator.

"Sizzle—"

The motor is making a high-frequency whistling sound as the tool holder cuts in.

This time, the master craftsman's fingers twitched, but he ultimately held back.

Three minutes later, the spindle stopped.

A pin lay quietly on the chuck.

There was no alarm, and no emergency stop.

perfect.

"Holy crap..."

Cui Yushan couldn't help but swear.

"A true god?"

"This is... the Electronic Mind Technique?"

Thunderous applause erupted in the workshop.

Master Wu picked up the part with trembling hands and touched the slightly warm cutting marks on it.

My eyes suddenly welled up with tears.

He turned around and looked at the cold machine.

He looked at his calloused hands again, his voice choked with emotion.

"Good stuff is good stuff..."

"But what use will our hands be after this?"

"I've practiced my virginity training my whole life, and this iron lump crippled me in just a few minutes."

This sentence was like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the cheers that had just begun.

A sense of melancholy, a feeling of being "outdated," spread through the workshop.

Lin Xi's heart skipped a beat.

He walked over and firmly grasped the old master's hands.

"uncle."

Lin Xi's voice wasn't loud, but it carried to every corner.

"Machines can do the work, but machines have no soul."

"This M1 kit can do 99% of the work."

"But the remaining 1% of the hardest and most dangerous work still needs to be done by your own hands."

"From now on, the machines will do the hard work, and you can do the special skills."

"You weren't crippled, you were upgraded and became the 'Grandmaster'."

The old man raised his head, a glimmer of light appearing in his eyes.

"Grandmaster...hey, that title sounds cool."

The old man wiped his eyes and grinned.

"Alright! I'll be the foreman for this iron lump!"

……

A week later, the training of all personnel at Quancheng No.1 Machinery Plant was completed.

The parameter package and operation manual have also been completed.

Interestingly, the user manual also includes the "zeroing method".

It is considered a necessary action before operation.

Lin Xi thought about it and realized that this would indeed be useful for the experienced craftsmen.

Even if you're a newbie, try to operate the system calmly and patiently.

It will definitely reduce errors and improve efficiency.

Okay, let's leave it at that!

The M1 kit has been successfully verified.

Therefore, the next step in the planning must follow.

After arranging for Zhao Qiang and his team to return to the Northwest to prepare for the next stage of their research.

Lin Xi began her next task.

Guangzhou, the Spring Canton Fair.