A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

"said?"

"Heh, you think I understand just because it says something like 'converting electrical energy into the mechanical kinetic energy of a high-speed rotating flywheel to achieve energy storage and release'?"

"Should I thank you for not using that awkward 'based on'?"

General Bu Yi smiled knowingly, slowly folded the newspaper, and then suddenly slammed his hand on the table while the little guy was relaxed.

"You little brat, are you looking down on my background?! Why is that idiot in the Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications grinning from ear to ear while holding the air separation unit and new communication cables you gave him!"

"Why should the Ministry of Railways use your thermite while simultaneously operating refrigerated trains in circles to provide welfare benefits?!"

Even the foreign trade department, which can barely squeeze out two ounces of oil from everything, is enthusiastically fiddling with all sorts of cookware!

"Our poor Ministry of Water Resources and Electric Power! We work so hard, yet we're constantly being called 'electricity thieves' by the people, or accused of just eating and not working... Heavens above! Earth below! People are being wronged to death! Do you know how difficult it is to erect a power pole these days? Do you know how dangerous it is to run high-voltage lines between two mountain peaks? Do you know how many comrades we have to sacrifice to build a dam...?"

The general in plain clothes looked grief-stricken. He was pretending at first, but the more he thought about it, the more upset he became. Especially when he mentioned the sacrifice of his comrades, his eyes reddened and his voice choked with sobs.

"Every department has product blueprints, but when they get to me, they just dismiss me with a simple explanation of the principle?"

Jiang Xia was completely at a loss when he saw the old man in front of him, who had originally been very imposing, suddenly turn into a crying and fussing old child.

To be fair, although this old man was in a different organization in the early stages, he was truly a virtuous gentleman who cared deeply for China. Otherwise, the transition in Beijing would have been far from smooth.

Jiang Xia hurriedly served tea, recalling last night, and realized that he had indeed been a bit dishonest.

Oh dear, my mouth! I should sew it up next time!

Relying on their greater knowledge compared to the older generation, they disregard the current situation and talk about flywheel energy storage generators. You should know that while these things are good, they are simply impossible to make!

Yes! It can't be done! Even if Jiang Xia could use extreme rationality to replicate the blueprints deep in his memory, it wouldn't work.

First, the material itself is subpar. Putting everything else aside, there's not even a trace of high-strength carbon fiber composite material for manufacturing the flywheel. What's the point of making it? Hmm, you say steel? Pshaw—the energy storage density is too low; it's a complete waste.

Secondly, the lack of power electronics technology and the fact that semiconductor technology was only just beginning made it difficult to achieve high-frequency, high-efficiency power control, even with Jiangxia's relatively useful brain.

Applying the kinetic energy formula E=1/2*Jw^2 to it reveals an energy conversion loss exceeding 40%. With such a high loss rate, how can you store any energy at all?

If I told you this, this commoner general in front of me might very well transform into the "Northwest Hammer King" in a fit of rage, and he'd be lucky if he didn't smash Jiang Xia down to nothing but a cowlick...

Not to mention magnetic levitation bearings and diffusion pumps and mechanical pumps needed to maintain a high vacuum environment.

Therefore, when Jiang Xia proposed flywheel energy storage at this time, it was like drawing a big pie in front of the commoner general. It looked delicious, but it was useless.

However, sincerity has always won people's hearts. After Jiangxia drew a rough diagram and marked the key points, the commoner general nodded in satisfaction.

The general slowly put the blueprints into his inner pocket, picked up his teacup, and then slowly spoke: "Are you so sure that our power supply will be plentiful, plentiful, in the later stages?"

“Of course! I’m absolutely certain of that!” Jiang Xia nodded earnestly.

Think about those mega-projects that follow. Aside from the well-known Three Gorges Dam and Baihetan Dam, we also have what is known as "the largest infrastructure project in human history"—the Yarlung Tsangpo River downstream hydropower project.

This behemoth, without going into the extra details, is expected to generate 3000 billion kilowatt-hours of electricity annually, enough to power 3 million people for a whole year!

By the way, the Yarlung Tsangpo River, after circling our border, flows into India, hehehe...

By the way, what this little idiot who didn't study history well might not know is that this grand project was proposed back in the 50s by a certain old man who was burdened with a bad reputation!

Yep!

He is another meritorious figure who, like the "commander among commanders," possesses a "strategic" vision.

Elder Wanli! Please bow to him. Some short-sighted people always attack him for opposing for the sake of opposing. But now, his ideas are becoming a reality.

How fortunate we were! In those difficult years, our fortunes were so strong that so many visionary people emerged.

(Getting carried away while writing, let's bring it back!)

“Alright! The future is there, but didn’t the old man teach us to focus on the present?” The general patted his chest, which contained simple blueprints. “I’m not going to play riddles with you anymore; you little fool, you won’t understand. I want your ‘Flying Cat Car’! Give it to me or not, just one word!”

Seeing the little boy standing there blankly without saying a word, the general in plain clothes immediately changed his expression: "I knew you still looked down on my background..."

Jiang Xia banged his head on the ground, "General, please stop playing with me, you're going to break me."

"I can't give you that cat-shaped stroller, but borrowing it is no problem at all... But what would you do with it? You don't mean to use it as a means of transportation, do you?"

"Pah! One minute you're stupid, the next you're smart. I don't even know what to say to you!"

"I want to use it as a matchmaker!"

"Matchmaker?"

"Yes! Run high-voltage power lines!"

The general in plain clothes took out a map from his briefcase: "Look, I have a power transmission and transformation project here. The difficulty lies in this: it needs to cross the ridges on both sides of this mountain. The construction difficulty is too great!"

Yes, it's really big. Even for the power giants of later generations, setting up a power transmission line in a mountainous area in the early 21st century would have been a huge undertaking.

Due to limited resources, the entire installation had to be done manually. Construction workers used their strength to pull the cables from the middle school to the power towers on the mountain peaks, and then climbed the towers, which were hundreds of meters high, to carry out the installation work...

So you can criticize the postal service, and you can criticize the railway company, and people will agree with you; but if you criticize the "electricity company," well, that really lives up to the famous saying of the Northwest Hammer King.

I'll beat you to death, you goose!

"Uh, so you're thinking of using the 'Flying Cat Car' to pull the cable?"

Having understood the old man's thoughts, Jiang Xia silently put the red string back in her hand. She was glad she hadn't taken it out; she had thought this commoner general was about to change his allegiance and become a matchmaker...

Matchmaker, tsk tsk, what a misunderstanding...

No, a traction cable?

"General!"

"Ok?"

“Oh, Minister. Your idea is good, but… the Flying Cat Car’s pitiful load capacity probably can’t pull the cable, it’d be better to use a string…”

"Can 200 kilograms fly?"

"That's no problem. Excluding the pilot, 200 kilograms is easily achievable. If we change the design of the propeller blades, lengthen them a bit, and adjust the engine's air intake ratio, we can achieve a takeoff weight of up to 800 kilograms!"

"Okay! It's settled then! I'll tow the plane tomorrow. By the way, can an ordinary person fly it?"

"It should be fine, but you'll still need some training. If you're in a hurry, I can open it for you."

"you?"

"Mmm-hmm-hmm!" Jiang Xia nodded his head like a kowtowing doll, so smooth.

"It's not impossible, let's show you how our comrades from the Ministry of Water Resources and Electric Power do their jobs. An engineer doesn't even know how to use a guide rope for pulling cables, tsk tsk, that's beneath him!"

Oh, so it's about pulling the guide rope.

Huh? What's the guide rope for? Jiang Xia, who had never participated in power plant construction before, was a little confused. As for the machinery inside a power plant, he had observed it before.

However, how dare this general say that he has lowered his status?

Little Ao Mao was holding back his excitement about being able to drive a flying cat car tomorrow.

"General, have you ever heard of gas turbines?"

Hehe, a big pie is a painting, a pile of big pie is a painting. I'll paint a pile for you, let's see if you can eat your fill!