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

It's 11 p.m., in Workshop 5.

The coal in the stove was burning brightly, and the wooden box was upside down on the table.

"Splash—"

The banknotes were piled up into a small mountain.

Sun Erga squatted on the chair, counting money and grinning foolishly.

The drool dribbling from the corner of his mouth was almost dripping onto the money.

"Six hundred and eighty...seven hundred..."

Sun Erga suddenly looked up, his voice cracking:

"Brother Lin!"

"They collected 720 yuan just for the deposit!"

"Seven hundred and twenty!"

The deposit plus the cash payment for the goods that night totaled 1,100 yuan!

That's equivalent to three years' work for an average person!

In the corner, tech geek Wang Yu adjusted his glasses, his eyes filled with confusion and shock.

Looking at that pile of money, all the circuit diagrams in his mind went completely awry.

He had never seen so much money in his life, let alone earned so much money in such a "violent" way.

Only Wang Dapao was still silently wiping the lathe, his eyes filled with more affection than when he looked at his wife.

"Sister Liu, please keep good records."

"You will keep all the money in one place and report the expenses daily."

Lin Xi leaned back in her chair, twirling a pen in her hand, her expression completely unreadable.

This is nothing.

You need to broaden your perspective; this is just the first monster in the beginner village.

......

At 6:30 a.m., in the female workers' water room of the family compound.

This place is the base's intelligence center, which is even more efficient than the secret room.

A message can be sent in without needing radio waves.

It can spread throughout half of the residential area within ten minutes, and it still needs to go through at least three rounds of "artistic processing".

Liu Guihua squeezed in, carrying a chipped washbasin.

She didn't rush to get water.

Instead, he first rolled up both sleeves high, revealing a section of his forearm that was unusually rosy.

Amidst the surrounding sea of ​​bulky cotton-padded coats, this patch of rosy skin was practically a blatant display of wealth.

"Oh my, Sister Guihua, why are you dressed so scantily today?"

The coworker next to him hunched his shoulders, exhaling white breath.

"It's over twenty degrees below zero outside, aren't you afraid of freezing?"

"What's freezing?"

Liu Guihua slapped her forehead in feigned surprise, her acting completely natural.

"Oh no, oh no! I was in such a rush to leave that I forgot to wear my winter coat!"

She turned on the faucet while reciting Versailles:

"It's all because of that new stove at home. It makes the house feel like summer. Once I go out, I forget all about the season."

One sentence instantly activated the radar of seven or eight old women around him.

"A new furnace? What kind of furnace can have this much power?"

Liu Guihua slammed the washbasin on the table, lowered her voice, and spoke mysteriously:

"The cutting-edge technology that Manager Lin developed is called 'Red Star Warm Sun'."

"No coal needed, it heats up just by plugging it in."

"My husband's leg pain stopped last night."

"The kids even have to take off their padded coats to do their homework!"

"Plug it in? That would use so much electricity!"

"What's wrong with wasting electricity?" Liu Guihua rolled her eyes at the other person.

"Electricity is all-inclusive in our compound! And that warmth is practically free!"

boom!

These words are like pouring a spoonful of water into boiling oil.

Freebies? Taking advantage of public resources? Who can tolerate this?

Before eight o'clock, the broken wooden door of the service center was almost knocked apart by someone.

Dozens of people clutched their money, not caring what kind of "black technology" this was.

If you can take advantage of the public, that's the best thing ever.

……

The atmosphere in Workshop 5 was somewhat eerie.

It's exactly eight o'clock.

Besides Sun Erga and Wang Dapao, these are the core members.

The remaining seven "old, weak, sick and disabled" arrived unsteadily.

These people are all the original members of the service agency, and they are also the base's notorious "slacker squad".

Some had hair as messy as a bird's nest, while others were holding a cold steamed bun and gnawing on it.

Looking at the empty and dilapidated workshop, everyone's faces were full of disgust.

"Hey Erga, did someone fool you?"

A middle-aged man with a pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks, wearing a shiny cotton-padded jacket, leaned against the doorway.

He was still picking his teeth, his face radiating a roguish air.

"Why would you give up a perfectly good repair job to come here and starve?"

"What, this crappy machine can produce babies?"

Zhao Laizi, a seasoned troublemaker at the service agency.

He's the best at slacking off in the entire base, but the worst at actually doing the work.

Lin Xi stood in front of the C620 lathe, his cold gaze sweeping over the group of oddballs.

He didn't waste words or preach.

There is only one way to deal with this kind of person.

He pulled out a thick stack of "big unity" bills directly from his pocket.

"Snapped!"

The banknotes slammed onto the iron table with a dull yet pleasant sound.

The previously chaotic crowd instantly fell silent.

All eyes were fixed on that pile of money, unable to look away.

His breathing became noticeably heavier.

[Another money-spending spree! As always, it's awesome!]

Look at that Zhao Laizi. He was acting all high and mighty just a moment ago, but now his eyes are practically bulging out of their sockets. His face-changing speed is comparable to a Sichuan opera performance.

"I don't care how you guys used to drift through life."

Lin Xi's voice echoed in the empty workshop, cold and sharp as a knife.

"With me, there's only one rule—"

"The more you work, the more you earn."

He picked up a freshly spun aluminum alloy reflector.

"Wang Dapao is in charge of the core spinning process, and Wang Yu is in charge of the circuitry. These are technical jobs, and they take the lion's share."

"As for you—" Lin Xi pointed to a pile of parts next to her.

"Winding the resistance wire, assembling the casing, and painting."

"To assemble a complete unit, it costs four cents."

"Your group gets four cents each. We'll pay you whatever number we make."

"Settle accounts at the end of the month, with no upper limit."

Four cents?!

Zhao Laizi's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

With the current wage levels, even working yourself to the bone all day would only earn you a few dollars.

It costs four cents to assemble one?

If you're quick and efficient, you can install dozens of units a day...

That's three or four dollars a day?

One hundred yuan a month?!

That's like making a fortune!

"Let's do it! We have to!"

Zhao Laizi was the first to throw down the toothpick in his hand and rush towards the worktable.

"I'll fight anyone who tries to stop me!"

Driven by huge profits.

These people who are usually too lazy to even turn over in the mud have suddenly transformed into perpetual motion machines.

The workshop immediately erupted in a cacophony of hammering and clanging, a scene of bustling activity.

Wang Dapao stood in front of the lathe, and the aluminum sheet was quickly transformed into perfect parabolic surfaces in his hands.

Wang Yu huddled in the corner, his hands moving so fast they were just afterimages.

The assembly line is running.

However, in less than two hours, that initial enthusiasm turned sour.

The country is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change.

Zhao Laizi held the unwound resistor wire in his hand, his eyes darting around.

He kept going to the toilet, complaining of hand pain, and moving as slowly as a snail.

What's even worse is that they did it when no one was paying attention.

He casually stuffed the few pieces of aluminum alloy scraps he had cut off into the inner pocket of his cotton-padded jacket.

"Old Zhao, hurry up! There's a huge pile of stuff ahead!" The worker in charge of assembly at the back was getting anxious.

"Why are you rushing me?"

"Don't you know that the resistance wire can cut your hand?"

Zhao Laizi glared,

"I'm an old-timer, I care about quality, you guys don't know anything!"

The surrounding workers dared not speak out in anger, and their hands involuntarily slowed down.

Everyone is watching Lin Xi.

I thought to myself that this new manager was just a figurehead, and who would dare to mess with such a seasoned veteran?

"stop."

Lin Xi turned off the power to the lathe.

He walked to the worktable, not even glancing at Zhao Laizi, but simply raised his chin at Wang Dapao.

Without saying a word, Wang Dapao strode over.

A large hand grabbed Zhao Laizi by the back of the neck and lifted him up.

"Hey! What are you doing!"

"I'm an old comrade! Are you rebelling?" Zhao Laizi was suspended in mid-air, kicking his limbs wildly.

"Splash—"

Several pieces of aluminum alloy scrap fell out of his cotton-padded coat and landed on the cement floor with a crisp, jarring sound.

The entire room fell silent.