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

Lin Xi pointed to a very inconspicuous ink stain on the drawing and frowned as she spoke.

"Director Wang, please take a look at this part."

"Although the curve is straight, there's a strange blotch of ink here."

"I noticed the pen tip on the recorder seemed to be shaking a bit. Could it be that poor ink flow is masking some kind of fluctuation?"

This tactic is called "talking nonsense with a straight face".

The core issue is using more professional questions to cover up identity problems.

Wang Bin was stunned for a moment.

He subconsciously lowered his head, squinted, and brought his eyes closer to the ink stain.

There was indeed a very slight smudging, but that was commonplace on this old-fashioned needle printer.

"What kind of weird thing is this?"

Wang Bin's tense shoulders relaxed a little.

His imposing manner subsided somewhat, and he let out a cold snort.

"The pens we're making now are like this. We'd like to use better ones, but where does the country get the foreign exchange?"

"Young man, it's good to have a keen eye, but don't get stuck on the details and waste your time."

Just then, the red secure phone on the table suddenly rang.

Wang Bin immediately straightened up and glared fiercely at Lin Xi:

"Hurry up and deliver the food, then get out of here immediately."

"If I see you hanging around the core data area again, you're in for a surprise visit from security!"

After saying that, he turned around and grabbed the receiver: "This is Wang Bin! Speak!"

It's now!

Lin Xi's heart rate instantly soared to 180.

Using his body as cover, he kept his eyes fixed on the blueprint.

"Push in the camera! Close-up!" he roared in his mind.

1 seconds left

2 seconds left

3 seconds....

[Long-5 Screw - Retirement Version: Data collection complete. Retreat quickly! Don't arouse suspicion!]

Success!

Lin Xi felt a cold sweat break out on her back.

He dared not linger for even half a second longer, and turned around with his head down.

They quickly left the interpretation room.

As soon as I stepped outside, a cold wind swept in.

The cold sweat was abruptly cut by the cold wind, leaving it icy and bone-chilling.

Lin Xi found a sheltered corner and squatted down, panting heavily.

That one minute just now was more tiring than him staying up three nights in 2025 to work on his graduation project.

At this moment, however, the live stream was filled with doubts about the record that had just been made.

[That's it? All that effort you put into creating a straight line, streamer?]

[This is incredibly stable! It shows that our technology in the 80s was amazing!]

[Let's all move on, the streamer is just here to get views, there's no real danger.]

Even the Rockets in 2025 might not be able to hit such a perfect straight shot, right? This is too unbelievable.

Lin Xi looked at the comments and a bitter smile appeared on her lips.

This is the cruel reality of space exploration; sometimes, beneath a perfect facade lies the most monstrous demon.

"Everyone," Lin Xi said.

"A perfectly straight line does not exist in this world."

"If so, then the measurement accuracy is insufficient."

[Long Five-Screw - Retirement Version:]

[The young comrade is right. That's the deceptive nature of analog signals.]

I imported the images I just collected into the spectrum analysis software and performed a Fourier transform. Please take a look.

Then a picture popped up in the comments.

The live stream went silent.

Where is that straight line anymore?

That was an electrocardiogram that was trembling wildly and fluctuating in a jagged pattern!

[Long five screw - retired version: Found it! Damn! It really was it!]

This usually gentle and refined academician actually swore in the live chat.

[Long Five-Screw - Retirement Version:]

[Look at the frequency of this waveform; it's stable at around 0.5Hz.]

This isn't instrument vibration; it's the "micro-breathing effect"!

The sealing ring has a micron-sized crack. It closes when the pressure is high and opens when the pressure is low, constantly oscillating in this manner!

This is the heartbeat of death!

Shock!

The barrage of comments exploded instantly, densely covering the entire screen.

Holy crap! That's awesome!

[My God, how could you tell that? Is this the legendary "seeing the big picture from small details"?]

[It's chilling... So this is why Red Star 2 was destroyed back then?]

[Who the hell can see that?! To the naked eye it's just a straight line!]

Is this the chasm of time? Without future technological solutions, this is simply unsolvable!

Lin Xi stared at the jagged waveform, her gaze gradually turning cold.

Given the technological limitations of 1980, there were no high-precision digital sensors available, and the only option was to use these old-fashioned analog signal recorders.

The ink bleeding, the roughness of the paper, and the thickness of the pen tip perfectly masked this micron-level fatal shock.

Researchers in this era are not lazy or unserious.

They were blindfolded by the dark veil of the times.

Now, Lin Xi has torn off this black cloth.

"We have the evidence." Lin Xi murmured to himself, looking at the light screen.

"But the problem is... how do I convince them?"

He only has one piece of "electronic evidence" in a live online broadcast room in 2025.

He can't just go and talk to the experts about thin air.

"Hey, my future online friend told me that the engine seals are cracked."

They would either send him directly to a mental hospital or shoot him.

To prevent the tragedy that will occur three days later, mere words will not suffice.

He must reveal the truth that exists in the virtual world.

This was truly recreated in 1980, a year marked by scarcity of resources and technological backwardness.

Lin Xi stood up and patted the dirt off her military overcoat.

Since we don't have high-tech sensors, we'll use a simpler method.

We Chinese are best at creating miracles when we have no other options!

"Senior," Lin Xi said silently to himself.

"Now that you've identified the lesion, could you please provide a prescription?"

"Our conditions here are rudimentary. Is there any 'homemade steelmaking' method that can reveal the true nature of these micrometer-level vibrations?"

[Long Five Screws - Retirement Version] paused for a moment, then sent out a long barrage of comments.

Yes. Go find a piezoelectric ceramic plate and attach it to the pipe wall.

It can convert this high-frequency mechanical vibration into a voltage signal.

Those veteran experts will understand what's going on as soon as they see it!

Lin Xi suddenly realized.

This is a simple "piezoelectric effect," which is easy for flight school graduate students in 2025 to understand.

Piezoelectric ceramic sheet?

This is easy to find.

Semiconductor radios and buzzers from that era all had them.

The old academician continued.

[However, it's a bit risky; you'll have to tamper with the oscilloscope right under Li Jianguo's nose.]

Also, fueling begins 24 hours before launch. The sealing rings must be replaced before then.

Otherwise... either the launch will be aborted, rendering the rocket 80% unusable; or... another tragedy will occur!

You have less than 36 hours left.

Lin Xi clenched her fist.

"An adventure?" Lin Xi glanced at the Red Star II in the distance and made up his mind.

"Since we're here, we're going to fight to the death."

......

That evening, Lin Xi busied herself with preparations, running to the abandoned warehouse one moment and scribbling on paper the next.

After three or four hours of work, I finally finished.

just now.

I'm just waiting for an opportunity!