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

"Bang!"

The woman's hand trembled as she pushed her bicycle, causing the handlebars to veer off course and slam heavily onto her foot. She gasped in pain but forgot to cry out.

Old Zhao's half-eaten sunflower seed fell out of his mouth, and his chin almost hit the ground.

The optician's glasses had slipped down to the tip of his nose, his eyes were practically bulging out, and his face screamed "Holy crap!"

What's going on?

Is this... a welcome?

Are we welcoming an unlucky guy who's going to the service center?

Lin Xi stopped and returned a somewhat imperfect but extremely composed bow, saying calmly:

"Thank you for your help."

"Of course." Xiao Wu put down his hand, took out a document and a heavy set of brass keys from his briefcase.

The keychain was enormous, with more than a dozen keys hanging from it, making a crisp sound as they clattered together.

Xiao Wu solemnly handed the keys to Lin Xi with both hands.

"This is the complete handover document for Workshop No. 5, as well as the key to the main control door."

"Professor Qian asked me to tell you: the authority to allocate resources has been delegated to various departments."

"From today onwards, you're in charge there!"

"Now, let me take you to your new dormitory!"

At that moment, the wind and sand seemed to stand still.

Those idle chatter about "good-for-nothing," "exile," and "the end of his life" just now...

This moment felt like a series of resounding slaps across everyone's faces.

It's burning hot!

That "place of exile" that they looked down upon was actually an "independent kingdom" specially approved by Qian Xuesen?

Lin Xi took the heavy bunch of keys and casually twirled them between her fingers.

"Splash—"

The crisp metallic clanging sound was particularly jarring in the silent crowd.

He didn't even glance at the crowd before opening the back door of the jeep and getting in.

"boom--"

The jeep roared to life, kicking up a cloud of dust, and sped away.

All that was left was a group of dumbfounded onlookers, bewildered in the cold wind.

It took Old Zhao a long time to find his voice; his throat felt like he had swallowed a handful of sand.

"Lin...Lin Xi?"

"Is that... the intern who saved Red Star II?"

The optician adjusted his glasses, his gaze complex as he watched the departing taillights.

"It seems like things are about to change at our base."

At this moment, the live stream chat finally reached its climax.

[Awesome!!! My whole head feels like it's flying!]

[Did you take a screenshot? Did you see the old lady's expression? I suggest watching it repeatedly! This is the legendary pupil earthquake!]

[Qian Lao's assist was brilliant! This is real prestige! Chauffeur service, top-level authority!]

[Those keys aren't just keys; they're tickets to the road to becoming the richest person! Make money! Make money!]

Is this the treatment a male protagonist gets in a wish-fulfillment novel? I love it!

......

With Xiao Wu accompanying me, the process of getting my dorm room was smooth sailing, and the procedures were completed very quickly.

After seeing the car off, Lin Xi stood in front of her new base:

The cadre building, Building 3, Unit 2, Room 103.

This is currently the best housing available at the base.

The red-brick building was hidden behind several tall poplar trees, quiet and dignified.

Room 103 is at the far east end, and there's even a small, semi-abandoned vegetable garden in front of it.

Insert the key and turn it.

"Click." The sound of the lock cylinder popping open was crisp and pleasant.

Push the door open and enter.

A long-lost warmth wafted over, instantly dispelling the chill from Lin Xi's body.

The room was small, about fifteen square meters, and the cement floor was clean and spotless.

Against the wall was a metal-framed bed with a yellowed but clean mattress.

Below the window was a dark brown three-drawer table, with an old-fashioned green lampshade on its surface.

The cast iron radiator in the corner radiated warmth, keeping the room temperature at around 10 degrees Celsius.

This is much more comfortable than the minus 20 degrees Celsius outside!

"Phew..." Lin Xi let out a long breath, closed the door behind her, and drew the heavy cotton curtains.

The world is quiet.

In this collectivist era devoid of privacy, this small space is his greatest safe haven.

He moved the heavy wooden box he had found onto the table and opened it.

Inside were more than a dozen thick volumes of "Principles of Machinery" and "Introduction to Fluid Mechanics", some English books, and several yellowed notebooks.

These books served as his cover.

A gifted genius who is fluent in foreign languages ​​and studies diligently every day.

It's perfectly reasonable for someone to occasionally come up with a "genius idea"!

After doing all this, Lin Xi sat down in the chair and instantly connected her consciousness to the live broadcast room.

[Is this the legendary "official's room"? The streamer's treatment is amazing!]

This radiator looks so familiar; my family used these when I was a kid, and they were perfect for toasting bread slices!

Stop lamenting, streamer, get back to work! The KPI of turning in a million is still pending!

"Everyone, we need to put the previous electric fan plan on hold for now."

Lin Xi said in a low voice.

[What? Didn't you just finish bragging to Mr. Qian? Where are the fan blades with Mach 0.8? I've already found the blueprints for you!]

"Yeah, they agreed to make thirty yuan per unit, and now they're quitting?"

Lin Xi breathed warm air into her palms and glanced at the howling white blizzard outside the window:

"Brothers, use your brains."

"It is now late January 1980."

"This is the Gobi Desert in Northwest China, where it's minus 28 degrees Celsius outside, and water freezes instantly."

"We'll definitely make electric fans, but not now!"

"I think we can do this first!"

He grabbed a pencil and quickly sketched on the edge of the letter.

It is shaped like an electric fan, but the blades are replaced by a trumpet-shaped metal plate.

There was a three-second silence in the live stream, followed by a burst of laughter.

[Answerer, you're so talented! You took the aerospace workshop that Qian Lao specially approved and used it to produce supermarket street vendor goods?]

[Qian Lao: I told you to use a dimensional reduction attack, and this is what you did?]

[But to be honest, I think this is feasible!]

[Long five-screw - retired version: Feasible. Xiaolin, I'll proofread the drawings for you.]

[Physics class representative: I'll check the structure and calculate the angles.]

Lin Xi picked up her pen and quickly scribbled on the letter paper.

Technical suggestions from 2025 were transformed into lines of detailed data and sketches.

Inside this enclosed little house, a 45-year-long "cloud research and development" project is proceeding efficiently.

An hour later.

Lin Xi looked at the densely filled drawing on the table and flicked the paper with satisfaction.

"That's what you call professionalism."

But he wasn't in a hurry to be happy.

Now that we have the blueprints, the next step is to turn them into a physical object.

To create this thing, he needs people, equipment, and a site.

That is the legendary "garbage recycling station" - Hongxing Labor Service Center.

Lin Xi closed her notebook, her gaze fixed on the dark night outside the window, a hint of excitement flashing in her eyes.

I wonder if tomorrow will bring me some 'surprises'.