Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

"The high and low voltage switch must replace the pipe, right?"

Zhou Qi had already walked around to the side of the equipment, tapping the metal casing covered with pipes with his knuckles: "If this U-shaped valve is changed to a rotary type..."

He casually picked up the experiment notebook and drew a valve structure with a right-angle turn with a red pen.

The air suddenly became stagnant.

Yi Fangzhe's pupils contracted violently, and the pencil slipped from his fingers, bouncing on the concrete floor and rolling towards the vent.

The answer to this problem that has troubled the industry for a decade lies in the simplest mechanical principle?

“Foreign standards are not designed this way!”

A researcher wearing silver-framed glasses suddenly interrupted, the oscilloscope probe in his hand still trembling slightly.

When Zhou Qi turned around, he knocked over the mug on the table, and the brown coffee stains spread across the valve design drawing.

“Three years ago they said full hydraulic drive wasn’t feasible.”

He smiled and used a tissue to dry the blueprint. The red valve pattern on the damp paper became clearer. “Do you know why your concrete pump truck can only climb a 30-degree slope?”

The laboratory ceiling light refracted a spot of light on Yi Fangzhe's lens, and only then did he truly understand what Zhou Qi meant by "not understanding technology".

This is not an expert in a certain field, but a breaker who can tear down technological barriers.

On the console, the drag pump assembly that had been neglected for two years was flashing a cold metallic light in the shadows.

The technical seminar was filled with tension. Zhou Qi tapped his fingers on the projection screen: "The traditional hydraulic system is like using an abacus to do aerospace calculations. Look at this..."

He pulled up a three-dimensional simulation diagram: "After combining the intelligent control algorithm with hydraulic transmission, the error rate can be controlled to 0.03 microns."

Yi Fangzhe adjusted his glasses, and the reflection from the lenses obscured his suddenly contracted pupils.

As the chief engineer of the hydraulic system, he is well aware of the disruptive nature of this data - the accuracy ceiling of traditional hydraulic valves is 0.5 mm.

“So we need to create this.”

Zhou Qi switched the screen, and a three-dimensional valve group shaped like a molecular structure rotated on the screen: "It's not an improvement, it's a reconstruction of the entire pressure distribution logic."

There were gasps in the conference room.

Chief Engineer Zhang Limin took off his helmet, revealing his graying temples: "Mr. Zhou, that... faucet-like model in your hand, is it the key?"

“To be precise, it was the inspiration for the topological structure.”

Zhou Qi pulled out a hand-drawn draft from a folder. The carbon ink still showed traces of modification: "When the traditional conical valve core becomes a honeycomb diverter, combined with a dynamic compensation algorithm..."

Yi Fangzhe suddenly stood up, and his specially made steel-toed safety shoes from the military factory sparked on the ground.

His action of snatching the blueprint made several technicians step back instinctively. This expert, who was known for his rigor, was now like an explorer who had discovered a new continent.

"Six-way pressure compensation chamber, nonlinear flow gradient..."

He muttered to himself, making virtual assembly movements with his right hand in the air.

Suddenly he grabbed a red pen and scribbled formulas on the edge of the drawing, with the tip of the pen almost piercing the paper.

Zhou Qi handed over the calculator at the right time: "Do you think this pressure curve function is valid?"

"Established?"

Yi Fangzhe suddenly laughed so hard that dust fell off the ceiling: "This should appear in the application form for the National Science and Technology Progress Award!"

He turned around abruptly, his work clothes brushing against the corner of the table and knocking over the thermos cup: "Three days, give me three days! I want to see the dynamic simulation data!"

Technician Xiao Wang shrank his neck. He had never seen Yi Gong behave so out of control.

Only Zhou Qi noticed that Yi Fangzhe's hand holding the blueprint was shaking slightly. That was the instinctive reaction of a technology fanatic when he saw a revolutionary breakthrough.

Zhou Qi scratched his nose and said, "But the specific structural parameters need you to perfect them, after all..."

He pointed to his temple and said, "All I remember here is the prototype that I caught a glimpse of at the German exhibition."

Zhou Qi's knuckles tapped on the metal table unconsciously, and his eyes swept back and forth over the silver-gray drag pump equipment.

Suddenly he said, "Take the pump apart and have a look."

Before Yi Fangzhe could make any move, two technicians immediately walked out of the crowd, wrenches and screwdrivers clinking as they skillfully disassembled the lump of iron.

When the hydraulic cabin was completely exposed under the fluorescent light, Zhou Qi's brows became more and more furrowed.

The intricate pipeline layout before him was obviously different from the original German factory drawing in his memory. Every chrome-plated component was mocking his lack of expertise in the reflection.

He could only rely on vague memories and gently use his fingertips to move the metal blocks that were shining with cold light.

"The arrangement of this spring group and the position of the hydraulic diverter..."

Yi Fangzhe stood closely behind Zhou Qi, his eyes following his every move like a scanner.

Whenever Zhou Qi paused at a certain place, the chief engineer's pupils would shrink slightly, as if he was performing precise three-dimensional modeling in his mind.

After half an hour of repeated comparisons, Zhou Qi suddenly grabbed the drawing board.

The tip of the carbon pen drew a rapid track on the sulfuric acid paper, and the originally neat paper surface was soon covered with crisscrossing lines.

The engineers who were watching stretched their necks, looking at the drawings and glancing at the equipment. Some couldn't help scratching their heads - these seemingly random geometric shapes didn't match the real objects at all.

Only Yi Fangzhe's breathing became more and more rapid.

When Zhou Qi threw away the fifth scrapped draft, he suddenly pressed the edge of the drawing: "Here! Double-circuit buffer structure!"

His voice was trembling with the discovery of a new world: "Mr. Zhou, although the proportions of this asymmetric valve group you drew are distorted, the topological relationship is completely correct!"

The scene suddenly fell into an eerie silence. Under the blank gazes of the crowd, Yi Fangzhe had already taken out his pocket calculator and was typing away frantically, with beads of sweat oozing from his forehead:

"Give me five hours... no, three hours! I can derive a standard drawing based on this schematic!"

His trembling fingers stroked over the twisted ovals and crooked straight lines, as if he were touching precisely carved crystal artworks.

Several young technicians looked at each other in bewilderment. They really couldn't understand how those scribblings could make the chief engineer so excited.

But seeing Yi Fangzhe putting the draft into the dust bag almost reverently, no one dared to question it.

Yi Fangzhe, a domestic authority on hydraulic technology, is concentrating on studying the equipment drawings.

When Liang Tingshan heard the technical director's judgment, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: "Engineer Yi, are you sure that the plan proposed by Mr. Zhou is feasible?"

"At least 70% sure!" Yi Fangzhe answered firmly.

He tidied up the scattered workbench, put the pencil behind his ear, picked up the triangle ruler and drawing pen and started to draw a new drawing.

This senior engineer was completely immersed in the world of technology, sometimes measuring the dimensions of parts, sometimes quickly marking on drawings, and calculating parameters while muttering to himself.

Liang Tingshan was about to ask for details, but Zhou Qi gently pressed his arm and said, "Let Yi Gong focus on his work."

Everyone understood and lightened their footsteps, filing out of the workshop.

Only after walking out of the factory gate did Liang Tingshan turn around and say, "After the plan is finalized, there are still key adjustments to be made. Everyone, take this time to recuperate."