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

Victor watched from the side, frowning.

He couldn't understand the code, but he could see the composure of this Chinese man.

It's not like the first time I've touched this machine.

It's more like they already knew where to start.

Behind that rapidly scrolling interface, a deeply hidden Trojan program is silently tearing open the cache of the Toshiba machine tool.

The transmission compensation table, five-axis interpolation algorithm, and underlying servo drive logic, which had been locked down by the Japanese, were sucked into the depths of Great Wall Microcomputer's hard drive, skin and bones.

The live stream chat was flooded with comments.

Hold on! Don't lose power!

The compensation table is out!

The five-axis interpolation logic has also been revealed!

Two minutes later, Lin Xi pressed the last Enter key.

An "OK" message appeared on the screen.

"The underlying logic has been rewritten."

Lin Xi unplugged the data cable, snapped the computer screen shut, and turned to Victor, saying...

"Put it back in."

Yuri snorted.

As a top technician, he has his own pride.

He had already memorized the installation order and gaps of all the parts when he was taking them apart, so he didn't need anyone to teach him.

He put on white gloves and began to methodically restore the parts.

The progress was extremely fast, with the electrical cabinet, lead screw, and rotary table being placed in sequence.

But when he picked up the most crucial component, the "spindle oscillating head harmonic reducer," and prepared to align and install it, a problem arose.

The teeth of the flexible and rigid gears can never mesh completely.

Not much difference.

Just a tiny bit.

However, in such precision components, even a tiny difference can be an insurmountable barrier.

Yuri tried three times, and a fine layer of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.

If you force it, this micron-level high-precision component will be completely scrapped.

Victor watched from the side, his face tightening with tension.

"Uncle Yuri."

Lin Xi's voice rang out in the workshop at just the right moment, her tone remarkably calm.

"Harmonic gears are subject to interference from thermal expansion and contraction."

"Although the temperature in this room is constant, the warmth of a person's hand will be conducted to the metal."

Lin Xi walked over and pointed to the tool table next to her:

"First, spray the flexible wheel with liquid nitrogen and let it cool for a full two minutes."

"Put it in after it shrinks."

"When installing the outer flange, the bolts must be tightened strictly in a diagonal sequence, and the torque wrench should be locked at 45 Nm, not a minute more."

Yuri hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and decided to do as he was told.

With a hiss, white liquid nitrogen mist shot out and rolled away along the metal surface.

Two minutes later, Yuri, wearing insulated gloves, gently pushed the flex wheel in.

"Click".

A crisp, perfect metallic clanging sound rang out in the workshop.

Without any obstruction, perfectly fitting together.

Yuri let out a long sigh of relief.

He took off his gloves, wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his calloused hand, then stepped back two paces and raised the wrench in his hand.

"Expert Lin."

The proud old Soviet technician lowered his head, his tone one of complete submission.

"You take charge now, and I'll do the assembly."

The subsequent assembly proceeded smoothly.

Guided by Lin Xi's precise torque and clearance parameters, the last bolt was tightened thirty minutes later.

The machine tool was powered on again.

Lin Xi walked to the control panel, skillfully entered several lines of unlocking execution codes, and finally pressed the Enter key heavily.

"drop--"

After a clear, long beep, all the fault red lights on the machine tool's control panel went out, and the spindle status light switched to a solid green light, indicating normal operation.

The lock is unlocked.

Lin Xi took a half step back and looked at Victor.

"You can now import the design drawings of the seven-bladed large skew propeller and start trial manufacturing."

Victor looked at the green light, his excitement no longer concealed.

He was convinced that this group of Chinese not only understood machine tools, but also possessed an extremely terrifying core logic.

But he is no ordinary person after all.

The excitement had barely begun when the old KGB's vigilance immediately prevailed.

His gaze fell on the Great Wall computer that Lin Xi had just used.

Next up is the live-fire production of top-secret nuclear submarine propellers.

The computer that was connected to the machine tool's data cable was left on site, posing a huge safety hazard.

"Thank you for your excellent skills, Dr. Lin."

Victor pointed to the suitcase, his tone seemingly polite, yet carrying an unyielding resolve.

"However, the next trial production involves our equipment parameters."

"Your computers... I'm afraid we'll have to ask you to leave first."

He thought the computer Lin Xi brought was a listening device, and he was afraid that Lin Xi would take the opportunity to intercept the propeller blueprints and data.

Lin Xi was taken aback when she heard this.

He then exaggeratedly patted the back of his head, revealing an apologetic expression of sudden realization.

"Look at my brain."

"Sorry, I know the rules."

Without saying a word, Lin Xi picked up the suitcase and handed it to Zhao Qiang, who was standing next to her.

"Mr. Zhao, please send our computers out first."

Lin Xi loudly instructed, and even added a special sentence,

"Give it to Master Li who is waiting outside, and tell him to keep it safe and not let it fall."

Zhao Qiangqiang suppressed his heart pounding in his throat, clutched the suitcase tightly with both hands, and nodded forcefully.

The steel door opened again, and Zhao Qiang quickly walked out carrying the box.

Lin Xi, who remained where she was, watched the air pressure door close again, and a barely perceptible twitch appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Chairman Victor blocked the blueprints for the seven-bladed skew propeller.

However, they let go of this "golden goose" that contained the core parameter library of Toshiba's five-axis machine tools and could nurture the future top machine tool industry in China.

......

For the next five days, Lin Xi and Zhao Qiang never went into the third basement level of the Kurchatov Institute again.

The Soviets arranged for them to stay in a separate guesthouse.

Despite being called a reception, two Ministry of Internal Affairs guards stood at the entrance 24 hours a day.

The person who serves tea is the same person, and the person who cleans is the same person.

Even the light at the end of the corridor was broken, and no one dared to change the bulb.

They are very strict about it.

Every morning and afternoon, Yuri and several Soviet CNC experts would come over on time.

They painstakingly broke down the technical difficulties encountered in machining the seven-bladed large skew propeller into hundreds of scattered geometric and tooling fragments.

They would only ask about one or two parameters at a time, never letting the Chinese see the complete drawings.

When discussing blade path optimization, the blade profile is not mentioned.

When asking about the depth of cut, do not include the radius of curvature.

When asked about coolant flow rate, they meticulously covered up all the part numbers.

Like guarding against a thief.

Lin Xi, however, didn't care at all.

He sat in the overheated room, explaining each question that came his way in detail.

From matching the spindle speed and feed ratio, to compensating for tool thermal deformation by 0.02 mm during titanium alloy cutting, to eliminating redundancy in C-axis rotation code.

Answer whatever you are asked.

Speak freely and without reservation.

The Soviet technicians were initially very wary, taking notes in pencil and being ready to erase them at any time.

But by the third day, the young engineers were completely impressed by this technical ability. They not only changed their pens to take notes frantically, but also found the questions to be increasingly complex.

The question has changed from "Can this parameter be used?" to "If a more complex spatial surface is used, how should the compensation logic be modified?"

Yuri sat beside him, growing more and more silent as he listened.

He originally thought he was dismantling the problem to prevent the Chinese from spying on the core blueprints.

But as he listened, only one thought remained in his mind.

They don't even need to look at the blueprints.

This system was alive in Lin Xi's mind.