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

This young man is not manufacturing consumer goods.

He is forging the heart of the nation's defense industry.

"President Lin!" Lao Zheng suddenly changed his address, calling him with utmost solemnity.

"This technology is top secret!"

"Top Secret!"

"Even if the entire Factory 702 has to beg for food, we will protect this thing!"

"Rest assured, this is our biggest trump card before the patent barriers are established."

Lin Xi patted Lao Zheng on the shoulder, then looked past him to the other end of the workshop.

"We have a heart."

"Next, it's time to put teeth on this beast."

"You mean... the net of blades?"

"Yes, ultra-thin, strong, and capable of capturing whiskers from any angle with its geometric mesh."

"How thin?"

"0.04 millimeters."

Lao Zheng gasped.

Before he could speak, a loud shout came from deep within the workshop.

An old man wearing oil-stained work clothes and goggles around his neck rushed over.

"Nonsense! That's utter nonsense!"

The old man's face turned bright red as he pointed at Lin Xi's nose:

"Which unit are you from, you greenhorn?"

"0.04 millimeters? That's aluminum foil!"

Do you know the yield strength of stainless steel?

"The press crushed it into dust! Even a god couldn't do that!"

Lao Zheng gave a wry smile and introduced Lin Xi in a low voice:

"This is Master Niu, we need the workshop director."

"I've been working with stamping for thirty years, and my temper is tougher than that 300-ton stamping press."

Lin Xi wasn't angry; instead, she smiled.

You're an expert.

Only an expert could get so angry.

"Master Niu, right? Who told you I was going to use a stamping machine?"

"No need for stamping?" Master Niu stared wide-eyed.

"How do you create a hole without stamping?"

"Prick them one by one with an embroidery needle?"

"The aperture needs to be tens of micrometers. Can you make one and let me see?"

"I don't get pierced, I get 'planted'."

Lin Xi turned around, her gaze fixed on the long-abandoned electroplating tank in the corner.

A pungent, acidic smell filled the air; it was the smell of a mixture of copper sulfate and chromic acid.

"Cannon, clean out that trough." Lin Xi rolled up his sleeves.

"Go and take out all the 'junk' we brought."

The so-called "scrap" consisted of several pieces of insulating ceramic sheet salvaged from a decommissioned radar station, and a barrel of an unidentified black solution.

Master Niu stood to one side with his arms crossed, a sneer on his face:

"Electroplation? You want to chrome plate the blade mesh?"

"Young man, you've got the cart before the horse!"

"If you can't even make the base material, then plating it with gold is just scrap metal!"

Lin Xi ignored him.

Explaining at this point would be a waste of breath.

Facts speak louder than words.

He directed Wang Yu to carefully attach the ceramic piece to a cylindrical metal mold.

The ceramic shards were cut into extremely fine hexagonal patterns, densely packed, like a miniature honeycomb.

"This is a mask," Lin Xi explained in a low voice, not caring whether the people around her understood.

Immediately afterwards, the power was turned on.

But the way the electricity was connected was rather strange.

Lin Xi didn't turn on the switch directly. Instead, he held a modified knob in his hand and stared intently at the scrolling comments in the live stream.

[Chemical Engineering Expert: Set the current density to 4A/dm² and the pulse frequency to 1000Hz! Never use DC!]

[Materials Science PhD: Duty Cycle! Pay attention to the duty cycle! Nickel ions need time to 'rest' for finer crystals!]

Lin Xi's fingers danced rapidly on the knob.

The current was intermittent, and the pointer swung wildly.

Master Niu frowned, "Playing tricks!"

"Electroplating requires constant current and constant voltage; what are you doing, shaking like you have Parkinson's?"

"Not even a peep, are you kidding me?"

There are indeed no air bubbles.

The liquid in the tank was as still as a stagnant pool, with only the occasional, extremely subtle ripples.

Time passed second by second.

half an hour.

One hour.

The temperature inside the workshop was getting higher and higher, and the acid fumes made people's throats itch.

Sun Erga squatted on the ground, his legs were numb, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"Manager, if we fail, we'll lose face completely. That old man looked at me like I was an idiot."

"Shut up." Lin Xi didn't even turn his head, sweat dripping from the tip of his nose into the liquid tank.

This is called electroforming.

In 2025, this will be the standard process for manufacturing precision filters and holographic anti-counterfeiting trademarks.

No need for cutting with a knife, no need for fire tempering, and no need for violent stamping.

Under the influence of an electric field, the metal ions are made to line up obediently on the mold, stacking at the atomic level.

It's not about subtraction, it's about addition.

"stop."

Lin Xi suddenly cut off the power.

The entire workshop fell silent instantly, with only the whooshing sound of the exhaust fans remaining.

Master Niu snorted and stepped forward:

"All done with the work?"

"Let me see what kind of crop you've grown."

The mold was pulled out.

It was covered with a layer of grayish stuff.

It's neither like metal nor like plastic; it has no luster.

"this one?"

Master Niu shook his head in disappointment, a disdainful look on his lips, and reached out to pick at it.

"After all that work, all it's looks like a layer of oxide scale. What a waste of electricity..."

"Don't move!"

Lin Xi shouted and slapped Master Niu's hand away.

With a crisp "snap," Master Niu's hand turned red.

Before the old man could explode, Lin Xi picked up a specially made soft-bristled brush and gently swept away the surface dust as if it were a rare treasure.

Then, use pointed tweezers to grasp the edge of that layer of gray skin.

Take a deep breath.

Up!

tear-

A very faint sound, like silk tearing, rang out.

A thin, translucent metallic film, shimmering with a cold, silvery light, was completely peeled off the mold.

It trembled slightly on Lin Xi's tweezers, its luster shifting with the movement of the air, as if it possessed a life of its own.

"this……"

Master Niu's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

He instinctively reached for the vernier calipers, but his hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't grip the thin film that seemed to break at the slightest touch.

"Don't bother, the calipers won't measure accurately."

Lin Xi placed the "cicada wing" under the light.

Light is translucent.

Countless tiny holes, too fine to be seen with the naked eye, let out starlight-like points of light.

Arranged so neatly, it possesses a geometric beauty that human handiwork can never achieve.

"0.04 mm, pure nickel material, Rockwell hardness 55."

Lin Xi recited a series of data,

"Its toughness is three times that of ordinary stainless steel, and as for the precision of the aperture..."

He looked at Lao Zheng, who was completely stunned.

"Director Lao, I remember there's a Zeiss microscope from Germany in our factory's final assembly workshop that's used for testing missile gyroscopes?"

Lao Zheng nodded blankly.

"Move here."

Lin Xi gently placed the knife net on the oil-stained workbench.

"Let Master Niu see what 'God's beehive' really means."