1959: Carrying the achievement system, she rolled

"In 58, the Changxindian Locomotive and Rolling Stock Works successfully developed the first internal combustion engine. The weight of the locomotive is 60 tons. According to my estimation, the internal combustion engine should weigh at least a thousand pounds!" Qin Chulong said in a deep voice.

The smile on Wan Ping's face froze. Even a fool wouldn't do such a thing as hanging an internal combustion engine weighing over a thousand pounds on a rocket launcher.

"Tell me about your new idea first." Qin Chulong turned around and asked Du Yimeng.

Du Yimeng directly expressed his thoughts.

"Your idea is very good. You can continue research in this direction." Qin Chulong nodded in agreement.

"I am very interested in what the teacher said about the fuel engine. Do you still remember the Dongfeng-1 missile in the military parade?" Du Yimeng asked the two.

"Do you want to use the principle of the Dongfeng-1 missile's rocket engine?" Qin Chulong asked back.

They are all rockets, just in different sizes. The rocket engines they require always have similarities.

Even if it is useless, it doesn’t matter. They can change the research direction again, provided that they can take a look at the drawings of the rocket engine?

"Teacher, do you think it's feasible?" Du Yimeng asked.

"I'll go find Director Song..." Qin Chulong used his actions to tell her that this idea was feasible.

No matter whether it is feasible or not, you have to give it a try first.

If you fail, start over again. There is never a shortage of failures on the road of scientific research.

Learning from failure is the greatest asset of all scientific researchers, so they are never afraid of failure.

"Do I still need to look up information?" Wan Ping murmured as he watched Qin Chulong's back getting farther and farther away.

It’s okay to work overtime to look up some information, but once the teacher leaves, he will be the only one left in the entire library and he will feel lonely.

As for Du Yimeng, he knew she would never stay.

"It's getting late, I have to go back. Goodbye, Comrade Wan!" Du Yimeng would not waste time answering such a boring question.

She wanted to go find Yu Lang, but she didn't know if he had finished his work.

……

On the other side, Director Song, who had just lay down, heard someone knocking on his gate and did not dare to delay for a second.

He quickly got dressed and opened the door. He had already guessed who it was. When he opened the door, it was just as he expected.

No wonder he always couldn’t fall asleep in bed. It turned out that he and Lao Qin had a telepathic connection.

Ugh…

There is a tacit understanding...

After learning about the other party's intentions, he really wanted to return the "You must be kidding me" he said during the day.

Dongfang 1 is the most powerful long-range lethal weapon that the country currently possesses. Can a small director like him get the blueprints of the rocket engine?

"Old Qin, this matter has to be reported layer by layer. I can't guarantee whether it will succeed or not." Director Song still gritted his teeth and agreed.

As the director of the institute, he is naturally favored by his own scientific researchers.

"Okay, thank you Director Song." Qin Chulong did not make things difficult for Director Song. He left this sentence and went home directly.

They would look up information from time to time, and he knew very well whether there was any relevant information in the library.

Before, he was just hoping for luck, but now that he has a new idea, he doesn't want to waste time staying in the library anymore.

Besides, it’s getting late, so he should hurry home to be with his wife!

Wan Ping, who was waiting eagerly in the library, ended up waiting in vain.

After returning to his room, Director Song couldn't sleep anymore. He tossed and turned, and was finally kicked hard by Mrs. Song, and then he calmed down.

He lay straight in bed, trying to think about how to write this application. His mind was almost in a knot, and he had no idea.

Director Song sighed deeply in the darkness, his forehead became brighter and brighter, and he felt so sad!

……

The next morning, Director Song left the institute. If he went in person to write the report, it might be faster.

His superior gave him a look that was difficult to describe, turned around and continued reporting.

The trio of teachers and students were not idle either. In addition to the engine, the rocket launcher also had other parts.

After some research, they decided to use the Type 56 rocket launcher as a basis, retaining its advantages and eliminating its disadvantages, and make improvements.

As for the rocket engine, they did not put all their hopes on Director Song.

Cross the river by feeling the stones, groping step by step, there are always more solutions than problems.

Who knew that two days later, things would take a turn for the better. Although they could not see the blueprints, they could talk to the chief engineer of the rocket engine on the phone.

"Only one of you three can answer the phone. Before that, you have to sign a confidentiality agreement, and the other two cannot participate in research and development in the later stage." Director Song said to the three teachers and students with a serious face.

It’s not that the requirements are too harsh, but the rocket engine drawings are too important and cannot be leaked.

This is already the greatest support from the higher-ups. You have to know that the chief engineer at that time is very busy every day.

It is not easy to spare some time to solve problems for other units.

Of course, there is another outcome if they do not adopt the principle of the Vostok 1 rocket engine.

These harsh demands can be ignored as if this incident never happened.

"I quit..." Wan Ping said in a flat tone. He knew his own strengths and weaknesses best. He couldn't be the main player and could only play a supporting role.

"Then I'll leave this question to Mr. Du." Qin Chulong said with finality.

Whether it is Qin Chulong or Wan Ping, it doesn’t matter to them who benefits the most.

As long as they can develop a new type of rocket launcher, it will be their greatest success.

"Yes, teacher!" Du Yimeng would be lying if she said she wasn't nervous, she was more excited.

"Xiao Du, come with me." Director Song said, and then took people back to his office.

After returning to the office, Director Song took out a confidentiality agreement. He watched Du Yimeng sign it and then carefully locked the agreement in a drawer.

"Go out first, and come back in when I call you," said Director Song.

Du Yimeng was already nervous, and she became even more nervous when she thought about which big boss she was going to talk to on the phone.

Before leaving, she couldn't help but take another look at the phone.

She stood at the door of the office, her mind empty, her eyes staring blankly into the distance. In her heart, she kept telling herself not to get nervous.

Excessive stress can cause the cerebral cortex to shrink and the hippocampus to decrease in size. To put it bluntly, it will make people think slowly and have difficulty concentrating.

This was not conducive to what she was going to do next, so she could only try her best to calm herself down.

After a while, her heartbeat returned to normal. She really wanted to give herself a big thumbs up. She didn't expect that she had such a strong ability to withstand pressure.

Twenty minutes later, Director Song walked out of the office and saw that Du Yimeng had returned to normal. He nodded with satisfaction.