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

The day after the appointment was announced.

Launch site, command center.

"What?!"

Zhang Zhengguo nearly spat out the tea he had just drunk. "You want to build machine tools?"

"Is it a high-precision CNC machine tool?!"

"Kobayashi, do you have a fever?"

Wang Bin was also taken aback: "Xiao Lin, why do you suddenly want to touch machine tools?"

"Do you know how difficult this thing is?"

"It's precisely because it's difficult that we have to do it."

Lin Xi stood in front of the blackboard, a piece of chalk in her hand, her eyes filled with fervor.

"We've earned so much foreign exchange, but if we don't turn it into solid industrial capacity, it's just a pile of waste paper."

Brush brush.

Lin Xi drew a precision coordinate axis on the blackboard.

"We can manufacture the Red Star fans now."

"But what if I wanted to build airplane engines?"

"You want to build a high-precision gyroscope?"

"We can manufacture high-precision parts, but that relies on the skills of an 8th-level master craftsman."

"Mass production is impossible."

Lin Xi tapped the blackboard, her voice rising an octave:

"Look at razors, even with the combined production capacity of all of China, it only produces 3 units a year."

"Don't you feel bad watching this money slip through your fingers?"

Zhang Zhengguo fell silent.

He spent his whole life working on missiles, so of course he knows the pain points of precision manufacturing.

It was like a thorn stuck in my throat; I couldn't swallow it, and I couldn't spit it out.

"But..." Zhang Zhengguo sighed.

"High-precision CNC machine tools are top-tier items on the COCOM embargo list."

"Especially those technologies from Switzerland and Germany, those are their lifeblood, they would never sell them to us."

"Moreover, the basic materials and control algorithms in China are also lagging behind."

Wang Bin added, his tone helpless, "We can't even grind a decent ball screw, how are we supposed to manufacture machine tools?"

"If we can't buy them, we'll make them ourselves."

Lin Xidao.

Everyone was stunned.

What nonsense is Manager Lin spouting now?

Old Qian, who had been silent until now, said in a deep voice:

"Kobayashi, stop keeping me in suspense and tell me your plan."

One hour later.

After hearing Lin Xi's plan, everyone fell silent.

Mr. Qian closed his eyes and pondered, tapping his fingers lightly on his knees, as if he were deducing some possibility.

Ten minutes later.

Old Qian suddenly opened his eyes, and the glint in them was frightening!

"This plan... has potential!"

"It may seem like a wild idea, but it is actually a logical closed loop."

"But every step must be taken with utmost care; the slightest mistake could lead to total failure."

Mr. Qian stood up and made the final decision:

"Old Zhang, Old Wang, give Xiao Lin your full support!"

"Budget......"

"No upper limit!"

"Oh, right, there's something else."

Lin Xi turned to Zhang Zhengguo and said,

"Red Star Technology has expanded too much. If we rely on just a few roughnecks like me and Sun Erga, things will inevitably go wrong sooner or later."

"Could you perhaps send someone to help out and lend a hand?"

Zhang Zhengguo paused, giving Lin Xi a deep look.

This kid is insightful.

If it were any other young person, suddenly in power, they would want to seize all power and enclose their territory like an iron barrel.

Lin Xi, on the other hand, came to complain as soon as Red Star Technology was listed.

This is clearly handing over the knife handle to the organization.

He wanted to "mix sand" into his independent kingdom.

Know when to advance and when to retreat, and be mindful of boundaries.

This is what it means to be capable of great things.

"Tell me, who do you want?"

Zhang Zhengguo was in a great mood, and his tone became much more relaxed.

"housekeeper."

Lin Xi didn't hide anything.

"A true all-rounder who can manage the situation, understand industrial processes, and is also technically proficient."

"My brothers are good at charging into battle, but not at defending the home."

Zhang Zhengguo pondered for a moment.

He pulled a yellowed file folder from the bottom of the drawer and pushed it in front of Lin Xi.

There is one person.

"If you dare to use it, it's yours."

Lin Xi opened the file.

The person in the photo is about 50 years old, with a neatly combed slicked-back hairstyle and eyes so sharp they seem to pierce through the paper.

He Zhenhua graduated from the Technical University of Munich in 1955, majoring in precision mechanical manufacturing.

[Formerly served as deputy leader of the assembly team for a key missile model...]

The resume is extremely impressive, filled with classified codes.

But the style changes abruptly in the last few pages of the file.

In 1968, an experimental accident resulted in the amputation of his left arm.

In 1969, due to force majeure, they were sent to the countryside for re-education.

In 1977, he was transferred back to the Northwest Base.

[Current situation: Suffering from severe chronic neuralgia, experiencing stress reactions such as fainting and tremors at work, currently unemployed at home.]

"He is a truly top-notch talent who has studied abroad."

"I lost a hand while trying to save data back then."

Zhang Zhengguo sighed, his tone regretful.

"What a pity, his body is ruined."

"Now my hands shake whenever I touch a precision instrument, and I feel like vomiting as soon as I enter the workshop."

"If you don't think it's suitable, I'll find you a more reliable political officer."

"No need to change it."

Lin Xi closed the file, tapped the photo with her fingertip, and smiled:

"That's exactly the kind of flawed gem I want."

"Only those whose hearts have been broken can be glued back together most firmly."

The live stream chat was flooded with comments:

[This is also a pitiful person. He lost his left arm in an accident and was sent to the countryside due to unforeseen circumstances. It's a pity.]

During the Third Front construction period, research and development conditions were extremely difficult.

[A tragic story of a handsome, strong, and miserable man? This guy was definitely a top student with both good looks and talent in his youth!]

"Only a broken heart can be glued back together the strongest"—this line from the anchor is absolutely brilliant; it should be submitted for UNESCO World Heritage status!

……

The next afternoon, in the temporary conference room of Red Star Technology.

He Zhenhua arrived on time.

He was wearing a faded gray Zhongshan suit, but with sharp creases from ironing.

The left sleeve was neatly tucked into the pocket.

Her hair was combed so smoothly and shiny that there wasn't a single stray hair.

He was faced with a room full of "veterans" who were lounging around with their legs crossed, smoking pipes.

He Zhenhua simply nodded slightly.

He gave a standard nod, polite but cold.

"Let me introduce you, He Zhenhua, the company's new head housekeeper."

Lin Xi gave a brief introduction, patted the table,

"Alright, let's start the meeting."

"Now that things are up and running, there are a few things we need to get right.

"First, the Spring Festival is coming soon, how should we send out the New Year's goods?"

"Secondly, the fifth workshop needs to be expanded, the equipment needs to be updated, and the site needs to be renovated."

"Third, we need to establish a management system for the two newly merged factories, which will employ several hundred people."

Fourth, with the establishment of the Red Star Laboratory, a site needs to be found.

After he finished speaking, the people below looked at each other in bewilderment.

I can understand all the words, but I don't understand what they mean!