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

Outside, the clouds were pressing down even lower, and a blizzard was brewing.

Lin Xi looked up at the sky, feeling as if a countdown was ticking in her heart.

He needs to see that data record sheet.

But how should we view it?

That's confidential.

At the launch site, even a piece of waste paper must go through a strict confidential destruction process; it's impossible for an intern to see it casually.

Let's get ready first!

He tried out the perspective of the live stream.

Simply put, whatever he sees, the camera in the live stream will also see.

Supports super long zoom from 12 to 1000mm.

A human-eye version of Go-Pro?

[Long Five-Screw - Retirement Version:]

That drawing should be in the interpretation room.

[This airtightness test has just been completed, and the data certainly hasn't been archived yet; it should be on the person in charge's desk.]

Lin Xi looked around, trying to find an opportunity to sneak in.

Suddenly, he saw the canteen chef in the distance carrying two huge military green insulated metal buckets, walking towards the command area.

It's dinnertime, time to deliver the food!

opportunity!

Lin Xi's lips curled into a smile as she quickly stepped forward, her face instantly breaking into the diligent smile characteristic of a "good student."

"Master Gao! This is so heavy, let me help you!"

"You little rascal, trying to shirk work again, huh?" the head chef chuckled, but didn't mince words, handing over the bucket.

"Alright, the leaders are all hungry, hurry up and send them over."

Lin Xi turned around, greeted Li Jianguo, took the insulated container, and walked towards the command area.

The bucket was warm, and inside were steaming hot cabbage stew with glass noodles and steamed white flour buns.

In a resource-scarce base, this is a "high-energy fuel" that only core technical personnel are entitled to enjoy.

As he approached the entrance to the command area, the sentry stopped him again.

"What are you doing?" The sentry's gun gleamed coldly.

"Deliver the food!" Lin Xi straightened her back, trying her best to look confident and assertive.

The sentry checked the identification, then pulled out the long metal probe and poked around in the pile of steamed buns in the rice bucket a few times.

After confirming that no smuggling had been carried, they waved for them to pass.

"Let's go in, hurry up, everyone's starving."

"yes!"

Lin Xi took a deep breath and went inside.

......

The small building in the command area houses various departments.

The launch control hall and the general command center are both located in this building.

Lin Xi walked down the corridor and found a sign that read "Interpretation Room".

He reached out and lifted the heavy cotton curtain.

A restless atmosphere, a mixture of the smells of dry tobacco and ink, hit me.

The inside was brightly lit.

Dozens of desks were pushed together, covered with densely packed blueprints and data tapes.

Dozens of technicians were hunched over their desks, the abacus beads clattering loudly.

No one looked up at him.

Everyone was immersed in a sea of ​​data, making a final sprint for the launch three days later.

Lin Xi took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed her racing heart.

"Dinner's ready! Everyone, eat it while it's hot!"

He carried two buckets and walked from table to table.

While serving rice and dishes to everyone with a spoon, he quickly glanced at the table out of the corner of his eye.

The live streaming room became his "high-tech prosthetic eye".

[The third table from the left! No, that's for track parameters.]

[Right rear! The guy with glasses is rolling up blueprints! Look at the number!]

[Look at that red stamp in the bald man's hand!]

[Long-screwed - Retirement Version: Note the leader's position. This kind of core data is usually within the director's reach.]

Lin Xi moved her feet imperceptibly, muttering to herself:

"It's cold, everyone should eat it while it's hot."

Finally, he arrived at a large desk at the far end of the room.

Next to the mountain of documents on the table, there was a long roll of recording paper.

One end of the paper strip dangled over the edge of the table.

A line of lead type was clearly printed on it:

RB-2 First Stage Power System / Section B / Static Pressure Test / January 20, 1980

found it!

To everyone else, the straight and smooth black ink line on the paper strip was a symbol of perfection.

But in Lin Xi's eyes, it was a one-way ticket to hell.

He placed the thermos on the open ground next to the table, using his body to block the view of the people behind him.

He pretended to clear the clutter off the table with his right hand, but actually quickly reached for the roll of blueprints.

No need to take it.

It only takes three seconds.

By simply having the camera in the live stream scan the waveform of this drawing, the technology of 2025 will provide irrefutable evidence.

This proves that the rubber seals in the first-stage engine are faulty!

The instant your fingertips touch the rough paper.

A chilling feeling, like being watched by a ferocious beast, shot up my spine and straight to the top of my head.

"Snapped!"

A large, calloused hand with knuckles as thick as tree roots suddenly slammed down, pressing down firmly on the blueprint.

Like an iron clamp, it remained completely still.

Lin Xi's hand froze in mid-air.

He followed the hand and met a pair of bloodshot, piercing eyes.

He was a man in his fifties, wearing a faded Zhongshan suit, with three pens tucked into his left breast pocket.

His eyes were sharp, as if they could see right through people's hearts.

Wang Bin, Director of the Power Department.

At that moment, the noisy sounds of abacuses around us seemed to be cut off instantly.

The world was so quiet that only the pounding of Lin Xi's heart could be heard.

[Holy crap! We've been caught red-handed!]

This guy has such a strong presence; I feel like standing at attention even through the screen.

[Stay calm, streamer! Don't back down!]

Wang Bin did not react immediately.

He simply followed the scroll of blueprints, his gaze sweeping over Lin Xi's face.

The voice was deep and hoarse, carrying an air of authority:

Which department are you from?

"Just deliver the food, why are you staring at the raw pressure data of the first-stage engine?"

That was a unique intuition of the older generation of aerospace workers.

Their vigilance, honed through countless failures and rigorous training in secrecy, is sharper than radar.

Lin Xi's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

Lying at this point is suicidal.

If you can't give a reasonable explanation, not only will you not be able to get the data on the sealing ring, but you might even be treated as a spy and handed over to the security department!

If that's the case, then Red Star 2 is completely beyond saving.

[Run, streamer! This guy looks like he's got some martial arts skills!]

[Oh no, I'm already feeding kills right from the start. I've read this script before; it's called "Tears Behind Bars."]

Don't panic! Make up an excuse! Say you're looking for the restroom!

While the comments section was still offering random suggestions, Lin Xi's brain was working at full speed.

Looking for a restroom?

Looking for a toilet in the interpretation room is just plain stupid.

A solution that aligns with the logic of technical personnel must be provided.

But the reasons were so outrageous that they made him ignore his own identity.

It's time to show off our acting skills.

Lin Xiqiang remained calm.

Instead of withdrawing his hand, he calmly extended his index finger.