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

Chapter 91 Only a golden rice bowl deserves a diamond drill!

Zhang Zhengguo fell silent.

The office was so quiet that only the sound of desert winds and sand lashing against the windowpanes could be heard.

After a long while, he slowly took off his glasses and wiped away non-existent moisture from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve.

"it is good."

The old man's voice was a little hoarse.

Even if everything you say is true.

"But this is the Northwest, the desert."

"They're in Beijing, at universities."

Even if things aren't ideal, it's still a big city.

"Why should we bring our families along to eat sand?"

"Just because of this."

Lin Xi was prepared and took out another document from her bag—

Red Star Technology Special Talent Introduction and Treatment Standards (Trial)

Zhang Zhengguo took it suspiciously and glanced at it.

That one glance almost made his glasses slip off again.

1. Settlement allowance: Housing will be allocated upon employment. Those with families will be allocated a two-bedroom apartment, while single employees will be allocated a single dormitory in the cadre building.

2. Salary: A 200% increase on the original salary, plus performance bonus.

3. Medical Care: Full reimbursement for major illnesses of immediate family members (including imported drugs), with connections to top hospitals in Beijing and Shanghai.

4. Education: Children are guaranteed admission to schools from kindergarten to high school (or vocational school).

"You...you're going crazy!"

Zhang Zhengguo gasped, his hands trembling.

"This treatment is so generous!"

"This is undermining the salary system; this is favoritism!"

"Will the higher-ups approve it? Is the finance department capable? Will the auditors let us off the hook?"

"We want to be treated specially!"

"We need to do it with great fanfare and fanfare!"

Lin Xi directly interrupted the old man's concerns.

He leaned forward, unleashing a power that startled even Zhang Zhengguo:

"Mr. Zhang, what's the point of making all that money?"

Do you earn interest by depositing money in a bank?

"Isn't it all for these brilliant minds?"

"Can we live with dignity, conduct scientific research with our backs straight, without having to bow down for a few grains of rice?"

I want everyone to know.

"At Red Star, knowledge is gold, and technology is dignity!"

Lin Xi's voice echoed in the office:

"Only a golden rice bowl deserves a diamond drill!"

The live stream chat exploded once again, filled with "tears in my eyes" and "666".

Holy crap! This is amazing! This is what you call having a broad perspective!

Listen to this! Now that's human! If I had a boss like that back then, would I have ended up delivering food?

Only a golden rice bowl deserves a diamond drill! Go get that phrase tattooed on your back!

This is a real case of spending a fortune to attract talent; the streamer is clearly trying to build a nest to lure in a phoenix!

Zhang Zhengguo stared at Lin Xi for a full minute.

He saw ambition, he saw arrogance.

I also saw a long-lost flame, a flame that would do anything for an ideal.

That was something he had when he was young.

Finally, the old man sighed and picked up his pen.

He signed his name heavily on that "sky-high" compensation package.

The pen tip slices through the paper with tremendous force.

"sign!"

Zhang Zhengguo capped his pen, his eyes becoming incredibly determined:

"If anything happens, this old man will take the blame for you!"

"We'll bring back as many of these people as we can!"

Lin Xi looked at the flamboyant signature and smiled.

At that moment, he seemed to see countless invitations from the Northwest desert, as if they had sprouted wings and were flying to the boy who was still in the library, to the fitter who was being ridiculed by his coworkers, and to the father who was gripping the steering wheel with bloodshot eyes.

The wheels of history slammed on the gas here, producing a deafening roar.

......

Hefei, University of Science and Technology of China, Junior Class.

Chalk dust danced in the sunlight in the classroom.

The blackboard was covered with densely packed calculus formulas.

That was a "heavenly book" that would give any ordinary college student a headache just by looking at it.

Fifteen-year-old Liu Xiaodong sat in the last row.

The ballpoint pen in my hand spun rapidly between my fingertips, leaving a blurry trail.

He yawned, staring unfocusedly at the bare tree branches outside the window.

too easy.

This level of math lesson is like making Einstein sit in a first-grade seat and memorize the multiplication tables.

Boring and dull.

"Liu Xiaodong, come out here for a moment."

The dean of students' voice, deliberately lowered, came from the doorway.

Liu Xiaodong slowly made his way out of the classroom.

I saw two middle-aged men in dark blue uniforms standing next to the head of the teaching department, their backs ramrod straight.

"Xiaodong, these two are comrades from the Northwest Base of the Seventh Ministry of Machinery Industry."

The head of the teaching department laughed.

"The country has a key project and they'd like to have you involved..."

"I'm not going."

Before the head of teaching could finish speaking, Liu Xiaodong abruptly interrupted him.

He didn't even look at the two cadres, concentrating intently on picking at his fingernails.

"Uncle, I'm only a freshman in college, I'm still a child."

Liu Xiaodong raised his head, revealing a baby face, but his tone was extremely perfunctory.

"My mom said that my current task is to study hard, and serving the country is something for after graduation."

"Besides, the Northwest is so far away. I heard that you can't even get soda there."

The two officers from the Seventh Ministry of Machinery Industry exchanged a glance.

Not only was he not angry, but he also showed the smile he had expected.

One of them took a thick kraft paper envelope from his briefcase and handed it over with both hands:

"Liu, our manager Lin said not to rush into refusing."

"Take a look at this letter first. It was written especially for you."

"Manager Lin? Who's that? I don't know him."

Liu Xiaodong curled his lip, took the envelope with a look of disgust, and said, "Why all the secrecy..."

He casually tore open the seal and pulled out the letter inside.

The first page features handwriting that is bold and unrestrained, exuding an arrogant air:

—Stop pretending. You probably already finished all the courses from freshman to senior year in the library last month, right? If you still think this is a secret, should I tell your principal about how you were working out the Poincaré conjecture on scratch paper?

pat.

The ballpoint pen in Liu Xiaodong's hand fell to the ground and rolled a long way.

He abruptly raised his head, his pupils contracting sharply, staring at the officer in front of him as if he had seen a ghost:

"Who wrote this? How did they know?!"

What I did secretly in the corner of the library was unknown even to my classmates.

How did this weird manager, who's so far away in the Northwest, know all this?

"Manager Lin said, 'Keep reading.'"

The clerk maintained that enigmatic smile.

Liu Xiaodong swallowed hard, his fingers trembling slightly as he turned to the second page.

Sudden change in painting style.

This page contains no fluff or preaching, but rather a string of code.

To be precise, it is a logical framework written in a programming language.

At first, Liu Xiaodong was dismissive.

These days, domestic computers are still stuck in the stage of punched paper tape. What kind of amazing things can they write?

He scanned the first row.

His brow furrowed slightly, as if he had encountered an interesting riddle.

I scanned the fifth line.

He squatted down, picked up the pen, and began to unconsciously draw circles in his palm.

When Liu Xiaodong saw the tenth line, his breathing became heavy.

"This...this is preemptive multitasking?"

Liu Xiaodong's voice was trembling, a tremor brought on by extreme excitement.

"Wait, this memory management logic..."

"How could it possibly be this kind of algorithm?"

"This completely bypasses existing hardware bottlenecks!"

This isn't code.

This is clearly a divine book left behind by an extraterrestrial civilization!

In 1981, when even the DOS system had not yet appeared.

Lin Xi directly presented a microkernel architecture from later generations.

Although it's only a small part of the core.

But for a top genius like Liu Xiaodong, it's like throwing a book on the Buddha's Palm into the world of martial arts, and it's even illustrated!

Liu Xiaodong stared intently at those few lines of characters, his brain racing, trying to deduce the logic behind them.

however.

Gone.

Just as the logic was about to form a closed loop and reveal that earth-shattering secret, the letter reached its end.

That's all!

The last line, again, features that cheeky handwriting:

—[Want to know how this system works? Want to learn real dragon-slaying techniques? Come to Red Star Lab.]

"ah!!!"

Liu Xiaodong frantically tugged at his hair.

It feels like reading a suspense novel and just when you're about to find the mystery, the author suddenly abandons the story – it's incredibly frustrating.

It's so frustrating!

"What happens next? What about the next page?"

Liu Xiaodong grabbed the officer's sleeve, his eyes bloodshot.

"Let me see it! Just once!"

"I'm not going to the Northwest, I'll just take a look!"

The clerk calmly pulled his sleeve back and straightened his collar:

"Manager Lin said it's top secret."

"Only core personnel of the Red Star Laboratory have the authority to access this information."

"I...I'll go!"

Liu Xiaodong gritted his teeth.

"But...but I can't take care of myself!"

"My mom won't let me go far away. I can't even wash my socks or cook..."