Siheyuan: Heavy Industry Revitalizes the Country

"Where did the problem occur?"

Fang Xiang looked at this extremely aggressive Third Miss and was filled with admiration.

I didn't expect that I could be involved in this project. I couldn't help but feel excited.

“The design thrust needs to reach 110 tons to meet the demand.

But now, no matter how it is modified, the thrust can only reach more than 90 tons.

The questions I just asked you are not even appetizers in front of her.

So, do you regret taking on this mission? "

Mr. Huang looked up at the missile standing in the cave.

Although she couldn't see the sun for the time being.

But he firmly believed that the world would soon be shocked by her birth.

"Of course I regretted it. When I saw her beautiful figure, I fell into deep regret.

I just regret that I couldn't see her earlier.

So, where are the blueprints?"

Fang wanted to take a deep breath. He had no chance and no qualifications before.

But today, now that I am standing in front of her, I can't let this regret continue to accompany me.

"Boy! You are so arrogant!"

Mr. Huang smiled, turned his head and looked at Fang Xiang.

Although he didn't understand the other party's thoughts, he had the courage to face the challenge head-on.

It can be considered useful.

"You won't know until you see it."

Fang Xiang also smiled and said, I’m afraid you won’t give me this opportunity.

"Okay, come with me."

Mr. Huang withdrew his gaze, turned and walked towards an office.

Fang Xiang also quickly followed under the curious and surprised gazes of the people around him.

"Take a look at the simple diagram first. If you don't understand it now, there's still time to leave."

He opened the door of an unassuming office and pulled the light cord.

The lights in the room came on.

It was a small room like the previous one, less than ten square meters.

A desk, two chairs and several metal cabinets.

Mr. Huang took out a key, searched carefully, and then took out a few design drawings.

After unfolding it, it was placed on the desk.

Finally, I gave a reminder.

After saying that, he sat down on the chair, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one, struck a match and lit it.

He took a puff with great pleasure.

“Moving the instrument compartment between the alcohol tank and the liquid oxygen tank will save the weight of the cooling equipment.

The liquid oxygen tank is made of stronger material, which can increase the density, reduce the storage space requirements and reduce the takeoff weight.

The design of the power unit here is not very good, wasting space and materials. With slight changes, the reliability can be improved.

The fuel tank does not have to be stubbornly round. It can be of the opposite shape and the saved space can be filled with fuel.

Here in the engine compartment, connecting more fuel pipes can provide preheating and a certain cooling effect at the same time.

Finally, there is thrust. With the current fuel, there is still room for improvement.

Adding more additives can make combustion more efficient while reducing fuel consumption.

Or increase the range without changing the volume of the fuel tank.

As for the engine, some minor modifications here, here, here, and here.

The compression ratio can be increased a little bit, and the combustion efficiency can also be improved a little bit.

The thrust can be increased by about 15%.

However, correspondingly, the precision of the processing technology has been improved to a higher level.

But I think, after all, there is no need for mass production, so even if it is a bit more difficult, it is acceptable.

In this way, the take-off weight can be reduced by 5%, plus the power can be increased.

It should be able to meet the basic requirements for takeoff.

However, if you want to improve further, the price you pay will be even higher.

Mr. Huang, what do you think?

Fang Xiang picked up a pencil and drew circles on the several locations mentioned on the design drawing.

"hiss!"

As soon as Fang Xiang opened his mouth, Mr. Huang's attention was drawn to him.

Every time a question was asked, Mr. Huang nodded involuntarily.

As Fang Xiang talked more and more, Mr. Huang had forgotten that he was still smoking a cigarette.

By the time Fang Xiang finished speaking, the cigarette had already burned Huang Lao's fingers.

Only then did he wake up from his obsession with the drawings.

"Do you really understand?!"

Mr. Huang quickly put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray.

His eyes kept moving between the drawings and Fang Xiang.

It seems that I still can’t understand why this kid who looks only 20 years old knows so much?

But he didn't know that Fang Xiang did this kind of work in his previous life.

When it comes to his own specialty, Fang Xiang can do it with ease. It's so easy.

"I understand a little bit, I understand a little bit."

Fang Xiang smiled reservedly.

The Mr. Huang in front of him was the character in his textbooks when he was in school.

In front of others, even if Fang Xiangxiang wanted to be proud, he couldn't feel proud at all.

"You kid, you're not being honest!"

Mr. Huang was amused by Fang Xiang's appearance.

He took out another cigarette, lit it towards Fang Xiang, and then struck another match to light it.

Take a deep breath.

"Are you interested in joining us...

But the price is a bit high..."

Mr. Huang blew a smoke ring and looked at Fang Xiang's still slightly childish face. The more he looked, the more he liked her.

I finally understood why this kid was praised to the sky during that phone call.

“I’d like to, but I don’t think it’s possible.

I have several projects on hand and a factory that depends on me for its livelihood.

But if you have any questions, you can always come to me.”

Fang Xiang had no idea how many times he had heard this kind of talk, and his ears were already callused from it.

"The country has successors..."

Mr. Huang sighed and took another long puff of his cigarette.

"How long can you stay this time?"

Seeing Fang Xiang didn't know how to respond, he asked a question that he was very concerned about.

"Ten days or half a month should be no problem."

Fang Xiang touched his chin, which was beginning to get hairy, and thought that his absence for a while would not affect the factory's affairs.

"Then I'll leave the improvement work of the area you just circled to you, how about that?

By the way, can you draw?"

Old Huang pursed his lips. Ten days or half a month is not a long time, but it is not a short time either.

If time is used wisely, many problems can be solved.

"Look at what you said. As an engineer, I can't draw. Aren't you making fun of me?!"

Fang Xiang was amused. Did Mr. Huang habitually treat him as a student?

"Oh, I forgot, you seem to be a level 7 engineer?

In this way, the problems you pointed out this time, if I try them and they are indeed effective, I will be able to solve them.

I will give you credit.”

The smoke from Mr. Huang's fingers kept rising, slowly covering Mr. Huang's face.

“I’m not that interested in asking for credit or anything like that.

If I can participate in more projects like this in the future, it will be the greatest reward for me.”

Fang Xiang shook his head. He had already won the third-class merit and the second-class merit.

My job title was also promoted two levels during the National Day.

In the short term, there should be no opportunity or possibility for promotion.

When seeing Miss DF today, Fang Xiang suddenly felt.

Those so-called material possessions and rewards no longer have any appeal to him.

In other words, the attraction is no longer that great.

But if you can really participate in these projects that have left a deep mark in history.

On the contrary, it feels like taking a long puff of cigarette, that satisfying feeling.

Who understands?!