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

This is the development path Lin Xi came up with after thinking hard all night:

Let's make money first!

Make money like crazy, and develop technology on the side!

Without money, what's the point of talking about the stars and the sea?

Why is China's space program struggling? The answer boils down to two words: lack of funding.

Provided there is sufficient funding, plus the experience and wisdom gained over 45 years.

Lin Xi is confident that he can push forward the timeline for manned spaceflight by ten years and advance the space station plan by twenty years!

When the BeiDou network is completed, the history of the "Galaxy" being humiliated will be rewritten.

The StarNet will be like a dazzling diamond necklace, suspending 12992 satellites in low Earth orbit!

This is not just his personal ambition, but also the shared "space dream" of 14 billion netizens in the live broadcast room in 2025!

......

You could hear a pin drop in the office.

Li Jianguo's face turned pale, and he desperately tugged at Lin Xi's sleeve:

"You brat, what nonsense are you spouting! Is that any of your business?"

Mr. Qian slowly put down his teacup, without getting angry:

"Young man, you've got quite the nerve."

Do you know how much a supersonic wind tunnel costs?

Do you know how difficult things are for our country right now?

"Since you know it's difficult, why don't you think about making a greater contribution in this position, and instead try to resort to underhanded methods?"

The air pressure inside the room instantly dropped to freezing point.

That was the oppressive power of those in power, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Lin Xi smiled.

To persuade this old man who has seen it all, sentimentality won't work; you have to use the kind of truth that can pierce his soul.

"Chief Engineer, I think our current approach is wrong," Lin Xi suddenly raised her voice.

"We have top-notch technology and top-notch talent, yet we live a third-rate life."

"Excuse my bluntness, but we're sitting on a golden rice bowl while begging for food!"

boom!

This statement was like a depth charge, exploding right there in the office.

The guard next to him almost popped his eyes out, and his hand involuntarily went to his waist.

Li Jianguo was so frightened he almost knelt down.

In this day and age, this is extremely "unorthodox" and even politically risky!

"A golden rice bowl?" Old Qian laughed angrily.

"What kind of golden rice bowl do we have?"

"Is it a pile of scrap metal, or a pile of gunpowder that can only make a loud bang?"

"Technology is the key to a successful career!" Lin Xi said very quickly.

"We have the best aerodynamics experts in the country, the best high-temperature alloy formula, and the most precise machining workshop."

"Since these technologies can send satellites into space, why can't they be used to improve people's lives?"

"Even if we only take a tiny bit of the technology and turn it into a consumer product, that would be a game-changer for the existing market!"

Mr. Qian frowned, clearly maintaining the vigilance characteristic of that era towards such arguments:

"Civilian use? You mean you want us, a prestigious space base, to manufacture iron pots and washbasins?"

"That's not just neglecting one's duties, it's a waste of talent!"

"No." Lin Xi's gaze was firm as she looked directly at Old Qian.

"What I want to build is something that will make foreigners want to spend foreign exchange."

He took out a sketch he had drawn the night before from his pocket and spread it out on Mr. Qian's desk.

"I want to apply to work at the 'Red Star Labor Service Center' in our base."

"Give me another workshop, I don't want a single penny of government funding."

Lin Xi raised a finger, her voice echoing throughout the office:

"I pledge my life to you!"

"Within a year, I will hand over one million yuan in cash profits to the base!"

"With this money, what kind of preliminary research can't we do? Will everyone be so poor that they can't even afford a new pair of shoes?"

"One million?!"

Li Jianguo was completely dumbfounded.

In this day and age, a million is an astronomical figure!

"Are you running a fever, kid?"

Do you know how many tons of specialty steel one million can buy?

Mr. Qian also smiled, but with a hint of disappointment:

"Xiao Lin, it's a good thing that you have a pioneering spirit."

"But whether it's scientific research or production, we must be realistic and pragmatic."

"Bragging comes with its own price."

Faced with the questions, Lin Xi did not rush to defend herself, but simply pointed to the blueprints on the table.

"Mr. Qian, you are a pneumatics expert."

"Take a look at this, and you'll know whether I'm bragging or not."

Mr. Qian lowered his head and glanced at the blueprint casually.

Once he saw it, he couldn't look away.

He quickly put on his reading glasses and leaned forward.

The drawing on the blueprint is of what appears to be an ordinary electric fan.

But the shape of those fan blades was eerily bizarre—

It is not a traditional three-bladed sheet metal.

Instead, it is a heptade design with complex curvature and serrated edges.

"This is……"

Qian Lao's finger traced the curves on the drawing paper in the air, his brain calculating at lightning speed.

"Bernoulli's equation...boundary layer suction principle?"

"The angle of attack of this blade changes..."

"Is this a variant of a transonic compressor blade?"

Old Qian suddenly looked up, staring at Lin Xi in shock:

"You're using an aerodynamic model with a Mach number of 0.8 on a civilian fan that spins at 1200 RPM?"

"You're using a sledgehammer to crack a nut!"

"Using a sledgehammer to crack a nut will ensure the chicken dies completely; that's called technological superiority."

Lin Xi answered calmly.

"Currently, domestically produced fans are noisy and have a harsh airflow."

"My design utilizes fluid dynamics principles to reduce noise by 50%, double the air distance, and produce a gentle laminar flow."

"I'm confident I can make 30 yuan, or even more, from each of these fans!"

Lin Xi's voice was full of seductive power.

"This is a money printing machine."

The live stream chat exploded again.

Holy crap! Is this Dyson's system being used to completely overwhelm the 80s generation?

[Qian Lao's eyes were shining! Did you understand? This is a scientist's intuition!]

This trend is called: Although I built a fan, the blood of a rocket flows through my veins!

This isn't just a fan; it's an aerodynamic work of art!

Mr. Qian took off his glasses, and the last trace of disdain in his eyes disappeared.

He looked at Lin Xi as if she were a monster, or as if she were a piece of uncut jade.

"What a brilliant example of dimensional reduction..." Old Qian muttered to himself.

"Delegating aerospace technology to civilian use, and they've actually managed to do this..."

He looked at the blueprints and thought to himself.

In recent years, there have been increasing calls from higher authorities to cut military spending. If we continue to rely on the old approach of waiting for funding, we may not even be able to cover basic preliminary research.

Xiao Lin's approach is unconventional, but it's methodical—converting military technology into civilian applications, which is precisely the direction advocated by the central government.

Success! It has paved a way for the base to survive.

If we fail, it's a loss for the service company, but the higher-ups can afford it. At worst, they can just bring the kid back and have him continue drawing.

He remained silent for a long time before finally slamming his hand heavily on the table.

"good!"

This single word resonated deeply.

"Since you're willing to take the plunge, the 'Red Star Labor Service Center,' which consists of just a few dilapidated houses and a group of unemployed youths, will be handed over to you."

"You'll be the deputy manager, but in reality, you'll be in charge of the business!"

"But let me make this clear from the start: First, no political mistakes are allowed; second, I will take 70% of the profits for scientific research."

"Even if it's just a penny less, I'll hold you responsible!"

Lin Xi smiled, stood at attention, and gave a perfect military salute:

"make a deal!"

"But I have a condition: I have independent personnel and financial authority. The base can supervise, but cannot interfere."

"I want that abandoned Workshop No. 5 and all the waste inside."

"I also need a single dormitory room so I can draw more easily."

"Granted! As long as it doesn't violate any rules, I'll back you up!"

"I'll have someone send you the relevant documents later."

Mr. Qian's large hand reached across the desk and firmly grasped Lin Xi's hand, with a faint smile on his face.

"Young man, this road is not easy to travel; the difficulties may be more than you think."

……

Stepping out of the command center, a biting wind swept through the area.

Li Jianguo was still in a daze, and his steps were a little unsteady.

"Kid, are you serious? You're really going to make that run-down service shop a success?"

"Pay back one million..."

Do you know how much a million is?

"The Lanzhou Textile Factory, with 10,000 employees, can only hand over 10 million yuan a year after working themselves to the bone."

"You know Huasheng Electrical Appliance Factory in Shanghai, right?"

"It is one of the most profitable light industrial enterprises in the country, paying 800 million yuan in taxes annually."

"You're talking about a million? That's absolutely unbelievable!"

Lin Xi listened to her master's rambling and looked at his slightly graying temples, feeling a warmth in her heart.

"Don't worry, Master." Lin Xi squinted, looking at the hazy sky in the distance.

Should we advance manned spaceflight by 10 years?

We must completely wash away the humiliation of being held back by the West.

100 million isn't enough.

I'm just afraid that revealing an even larger number would be too shocking...