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

Lin Xi broke out in a cold sweat instantly.

That old man holds a grudge!

When Qian Xuesen asked him to join the core design office, he refused outright in order to make money.

This was a public slap in the face for Zhang Zhengguo, who valued talent above all else.

"Mr. Zhang, you've misunderstood!"

Lin Xi's mind raced, and she wore an expression as if she had suffered a great injustice.

"How could I dare look down on the design studio! It's the temple of our aerospace workers!"

"Then why don't you come?" Zhang Zhengguo snorted. "Would you rather collect scrap?"

"Because we're poor!" Lin Xi said, spreading her hands with a self-righteous air.

"We lack money, we lack wind tunnels, we lack equipment."

"If I get in, it just means I'll have to draw a few more blueprints."

"But I'll stay outside to handle logistics and research and development costs!"

Lin Xi stepped forward and lowered her voice:

"Mr. Zhang, please give me a chance. Just one year, please."

"Perhaps by this time next year, I can sponsor you to build a new wind tunnel laboratory!"

A wind tunnel?!

Zhang Zhengguo was stunned.

That money-devouring beast that burns through cash like water, this kid has such a big mouth.

Do you want to turn research institutions into your clients?

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Zhang Zhengguo suddenly burst into laughter, pointed at Lin Xi, and said to Old Qian,

"Old Qian, listen to this!"

"This kid is not only technically skilled, but also a master at making grand promises!"

After laughing, Zhang Zhengguo stopped laughing and patted Lin Xi on the shoulder with a solemn expression.

"OK."

"I'll eat this pancake."

"If you've had enough of partying outside, or if the service agency can't continue operating."

"The doors to the General Design Office are always open for you!"

That's a promise.

Lin Xi breathed a sigh of relief.

He quickly seized the opportunity and disassembled the two boxes he had brought.

"These are New Year's gifts for several leaders."

"Our service center has specially produced a deluxe edition of 'Red Star, Warm Sunshine'."

This deluxe edition was handcrafted by everyone over a whole day.

The aluminum cover is so shiny it can be used as a mirror, and the outer shell is sprayed with three layers of paint, making it look like a work of art.

"This is good."

Old Qian touched the smooth fuselage. "I heard it can even prevent tipping?"

"Yes, safety first." Lin Xi demonstrated the power outage protection function.

Wang Bin, who had been silent all along, suddenly stood up.

He picked up his hat, put it on, and gave Lin Xi a deep look.

That look in his eyes was complex. There was scrutiny, surprise, and a hint of... deeply hidden gratitude.

"Comrade Lin Xi." Wang Bin's voice was somewhat hoarse, revealing neither joy nor anger.

"Instructions from the leader." Lin Xi quickly stood at attention.

"Your power outage protection... is well done."

A nonsensical sentence.

After saying this, Wang Bin saluted Mr. Qian and Zhang Zhengguo, then turned and left.

Lin Xi was completely confused.

A power room director praised a heater for its excellent power-off protection.

This is like a Michelin-starred chef praising your instant noodles for being well-prepared.

It sounds awkward no matter how you look at it.

The door closed.

Zhang Zhengguo picked up his teacup, watched Wang Bin's departing figure, and suddenly sighed.

"Xiao Lin, don't you think what Director Wang said is a bit strange?"

Lin Xi nodded honestly: "A little."

Zhang Zhengguo glanced at Old Qian and saw that Old Qian did not object.

He lowered his voice, his tone carrying a hint of gossip and a touch of regret.

Do you know Wang Yu from your service center?

Lin Xi's heart skipped a beat, and a certain intuition began to frantically alarm her:

"I know, he's one of our key technical personnel."

"That's it." Zhang Zhengguo blew on the tea foam.

"Wang Bin studied in the Soviet Union when he was young, that was in the 1960s..."

"After returning, he was young and impetuous, and made some mistakes in his lifestyle."

"Some things can't be written in the files, and the organization can't acknowledge them."

"Wang Bin is a first-rate person in terms of both skills and ability. He originally had the opportunity to go even further."

"Just because of this 'mistake'."

"I'll only be able to stay in this position as the head of the power room until I retire."

"That Wang Yu..." Zhang Zhengguo pointed to the door.

"It's that 'mistake'."

boom--!

Lin Xi felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

All the clues were strung together in my mind.

No wonder!

No wonder Wang Yu is such a bookworm.

He spends all day tinkering with a bunch of imported electronic components that are hard to get even at the base!

No wonder he was an expert in Soviet-made circuit logic!

No wonder he's been loafing around at the service company for so many years and no one has dared to fire him!

So that's where the root of the problem lies!

When Wang Bin said "the power outage protection is good," was he actually praising the technology?

That was clearly him thanking Lin Xi for her help on behalf of his son who couldn't be brought to the light of day!

Lin Xi was so shocked that her mouth gaped open, and she couldn't close it for a long time.

This isn't just about picking up a tech geek; it's about finding an incredible network of connections!

As long as Wang Yu is taken good care of.

Wang Bin is the director of the power department, who wields considerable power.

That's Red Star Service Center's most loyal ally!

"Alright, let's keep this to ourselves." Zhang Zhengguo waved his hand.

"I'm telling you this, consider it a return gift for the heater you gave me."

"What will you do with that child from now on..."

"Take better care of them."

"Understood! Don't worry!" Lin Xi nodded vigorously.

We must cling to this powerful figure!

After the report concluded, Lin Xi prepared to take her leave.

Before leaving, he remembered something, turned to Mr. Qian and said:

"Mr. Qian, our electric fan project has been launched."

"Oh?" Old Qian's eyes lit up. "That transonic blade fan?"

"right."

"I already have a complete plan."

Lin Xi paused, her tone confident.

"After the New Year, I will bring samples to report to you!"

......

The 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, Aerospace City.

Snow stopped.

Lin Xi, wrapped in a military overcoat, rode the new "28-inch" motorcycle that the service center had just acquired.

Two nets were hanging on the handlebars.

Two cardboard boxes were strapped to the back seat.

Busily shuttling between various departments in the space city.

These days, personal relationships are not just about appearances, but also about substance.

At Zhao Gang's place at the power supply station, there were two bottles of Xifeng liquor and a pack of Daqianmen cigarettes.

Then there's Dongfeng Department Store, the Supplies Department, the Logistics Department, the Security Department...

Lin Xi spent the "public relations fee" from the 10,000 yuan profit very skillfully.

He doesn't give expensive gifts, only "scarce" ones.

In times of scarcity, this was more effective than sending money.

Every time I knocked on a door, I was greeted by a face beaming with joy.

And a heartfelt "Comrade Xiaolin, you're too kind."

In the live stream chat, the comments section was filled with感慨 (feelings of deep emotion).

This is the spirit of the New Year back then; even gift-giving had a simple and honest feel to it.

[The anchor's emotional intelligence is amazing; he managed to turn these key figures, often considered ruthless and powerful, into benefactors.]

Don't underestimate these bottles of wine; after the New Year, whether you're in the power industry or materials sector, these will be your entry permit.

After finishing the last leg of the race, it was already getting dark.

Lin Xi returned to Workshop 5.

He carefully packed away the remaining large piece of pork belly, a bottle of Moutai he had gotten from Manager Sun, and a bag of refined white flour.

Tonight is Lunar New Year's Eve.

He has no relatives in this time and space.

But then he thought of his quiet little home where only the two of them spent the New Year.

The home of Master Li Jianguo.