Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

When Gao Qingliang left the meeting room in an almost embarrassed manner, Lin Xindie put down the teacup and asked, "Do you need me to synchronize the abnormal parameters with the Bai family?"

"Maintain observation mode for now."

Zhou Qi called up the monitoring interface: "The high-level executive's unconventional weapons procurement records can be used as verification data to feed back to the security department."

The gap between theoretical verification and practical application required the team to go through 72 hours of high-intensity computing.

Yi Fangzhe maintains a biological clock like an astronaut, while Liang Tingshan's physiological indicators have triggered the early warning system many times.

The materials science professor's eye-tracking data showed that his concentration curve had plummeted.

The fluorescent tubes under the metal dome were humming. Liang Tingshan was still lying among the pile of drawings with a fever patch on his neck and an infusion needle inserted in the back of his hand.

This is the second time this week that he has had to be rescued due to fainting due to hypoglycemia.

With red eyes, Liang Ranran, the daughter, hung the glucose injection on her father's infusion stand, but the old engineer pushed her away with trembling hands: "Go and deliver the parameter table to Unit 3..."

The blue light of the monitoring screen reflected the grayish profile of Yi Fangzhe. This specially appointed expert had been sitting in front of the control desk for 36 hours in a row.

When the seventh version of the improved solution gave an error again during the simulation test, the entire assembly workshop fell into an eerie silence;

They did break through the vertical pumping height, but encountered a fatal bottleneck when integrating the system.

“It’s like building the Eiffel Tower out of Lego. When you take each module apart, it’s perfect, but when you put them together, it falls apart.”

Technician Xiao Wang pulled his tangled hair, and in front of him, twenty-seven hydraulic valve parts were scattered like a star map.

In the corner, two interns were napping with their heads resting on the machine tools. There was a pressure curve drawn with coffee stains on the toolbox.

When Zhou Qi quietly stepped over the cables on the ground, he ran into Liang Ranran staring at the oscillator in a daze.

The girl's eyes were dark blue, and the shadow of the mechanical arm cut deep and shallow grooves on her face.

"Computer control improves precision, but actual loads..."

She paused suddenly, picked up a bearing sleeve and gestured: "It's like asking an ant to lift an elephant!"

"Maybe we should change the fulcrum?" Zhou Qi's fingertips brushed across the temperature control dial, and the 46.7c red alarm light flickered in his pupils.

Liang Ranran stared at this man who always appeared at critical moments, and suddenly remembered what he said three days ago about the "dual-circulation hydraulic matrix". At that time, everyone regarded it as the nonsense of an amateur.

Yi Fangzhe suddenly kicked the swivel chair away and rushed over, holding a calculation paper soaked in coffee in his hand: "The cross pressure compensation you mentioned last time..."

Before he finished speaking, Liang Tingshan coughed from the other end of the ventilation duct. The old engineer staggered over with an IV stand hanging on him, his cloudy eyes shining frighteningly: "Young man, tell me about your complete concept."

"If there is a way to break through, why would we be stuck here?"

A sudden whisper came from the corner, and everyone's eyes turned over.

Technician Zhou Ming pushed the frame and traced a crease on the drawing with his fingertips:

"William... that Englishman has a mature hydraulic improvement plan. Although he said some unpleasant things, the plan itself may give us some inspiration."

These words were like a stone thrown into a deep pool, causing ripples.

More than forty pairs of eyes in the conference room suddenly showed different emotions. Some people had flames of hope in their eyes, while others clenched their fists until they turned white.

"Say that again!"

Zhang Meng, the director of the general assembly workshop, suddenly jumped up, rushed forward in two steps and grabbed Zhou Ming by the collar:

"Were you deaf when that grandson pointed at our noses and called us 'the sick man of East Asia'? Now you want to kneel down and beg him?"

Zhou Ming's face turned red from being strangled: "Let go! Technology knows no borders. We are just referring to the other party's plan."

"References are bullshit! You are selling out your country!"

Veins bulged on Zhang Meng's forehead and the muscles in his arms were tense.

The high-intensity work in recent days has made everyone nervous, and several technicians who stepped forward to persuade the fight were pushed around.

"Stop it all!"

Liang Tingshan pulled out the infusion needle from the back of his hand and rushed into the crowd. The 63-year-old engineer used his body to separate the two conflicting parties.

His bloodshot eyes scanned every young face: "I know everyone has a volcano in their hearts. But especially at times like this, we must keep the backbone of our technical staff."

The conference room suddenly became so quiet that you could hear the hum of the air conditioner.

Thirty-seven hours ago, they had personally dismantled the half-finished equipment left behind by William’s team;

Twenty-four hours ago, the laboratory verified the seventh set of improvement plans; just three hours ago, the seventh pressure test still ended in a hydraulic pipe burst.

"Zhou Dong."

Liang Tingshan turned to the young man who had remained silent all the time and said, "The cross-flow design you proposed has helped us advance 60%. Now this bottleneck..."

The young man called Jay Chou suddenly stood up and walked towards the operating table.

His slender fingers stroked the scattered parts in front of Yi Fangzhe. The sophisticated hydraulic valves glowed coldly under the fluorescent lights.

"Engineer Yi, can you pull up the real-time data of the No. 3 test machine? I remember that "Mechanical Dynamics" published an article about..."

Yi Fangzhe looked up suddenly, his oil-stained protective suit rising and falling with his rapid breathing.

The hydraulic expert, who had slept only eight hours in three days, suddenly grabbed the electronic pen and drew a trembling curve on the touch screen:

"You mean the German asymmetric flow diversion theory? But the mathematical model in that paper is not at all..."

“What if we combine it with our existing dual-circuit structure?”

Zhou Qi quickly sketched out a geometric figure on the screen: "Just like the yin and yang transformation of the Tai Chi diagram, it may be able to solve the problem of sudden pressure drop."

Liang Tingshan's cloudy eyes suddenly sparkled, and his hand trembled slightly as he grabbed his reading glasses.

In the corner, Zhou Ming quietly crumpled up the piece of paper with William's contact information.

The laboratory was filled with the smell of metal and machine oil. Yi Fangzhe was pointing at the hydraulic system drawings with oily gloves.

This technical backbone was completely open to Zhou Qi who was leaning against the machine tool.

Although the other party always says that they "don't understand technology", the revolutionary hydraulic diversion solution last week is now running on the No. 3 test bench.

"Actually, this involves a closed hydraulic system..."

Yi Fangzhe drew a circle somewhere on the drawing with his pen, and when he looked up, he saw Zhou Qi's fingers tapping rhythm unconsciously on the edge of the table.

He suddenly realized that this young investor might not need to understand the displacement calculation of hydraulic cylinders, but what he really needed was a clear understanding of the project progress.

Zhou Qi is indeed capturing key words.

When he heard the familiar word "pressure loss", his eyebrows moved slightly.

The current research and development progress perfectly coincides with the timeline in his memory - except for those patent prototypes that were released ahead of schedule due to his involvement.

"What is that black square box?" Zhou Qi suddenly interrupted the technical explanation and pointed his finger at the metal component in the corner.

The technician who was debugging the circuit had his hand shaken, and the tip of the multimeter created tiny sparks on the circuit board.

Yi Fangzhe was stunned for a moment, took off his protective glasses and wiped them: "The control module of the concrete pump, but our main focus is..."