novelaction Chapter 881: Being able to dismantle is also a kind of progress!
Chapter 881: Being able to dismantle is also a kind of progress!
With the lingering aroma of sea cucumbers still fresh, Jiang Xia wiped his mouth and turned to run towards the shipyard's secure workshop.
More than the delicious food, he missed the gas turbine that had been lying idle for months.
Professor Zhonghua has already sent someone to inform Jiang Xia that the dismantling mission is ready!
Although Jiang Xia was well aware that even with his "cheat code" involved, many aspects of this industrial gem, especially core materials, were still insurmountable gaps for China.
But as he often says, everyone needs something to strive for.
The diverse range of mechanical devices with varying performance in later generations were developed step by step through overcoming numerous challenges.
The more you think things through now, the fewer detours you'll take in the future.
"Sigh, when we actually manage to refine 'ballpoint pen tip steel' one day, I wonder what new excuse those people who always boast about 'foreign countries being better' will come up with to belittle their own people..." Jiang Xia said with a hint of sarcasm as he entered the shipyard's classified workshop.
The workshop was already a scene of high alert.
The gas turbine core was steadily lifted by dozens of manual jacks.
Jiang Xia and Professor Zhonghua stood on the makeshift command platform, where the "optical calibration ruler" and "mechanical sound and light metronome" system designed by Jiang Xia, which was a product of "making up for insufficient craftsmanship with ingenuity," was laid out before them.
At this moment, the optical ruler system is in place.
A long steel rail, precision-milled and engraved with clear millimeter-level lines, serves as the main reference ruler and is horizontally fixed to a leveled base below the core machine. On the bearing surface of each jack, a pointer with its tip sharpened is vertically mounted via a magnetic base to ensure complete synchronization with the lifting and lowering movement of the jack.
"Activate the light source!"
A row of spotlight bulbs, removed from the searchlights and fitted with long, narrow light shields, suddenly lit up, casting a uniform and intense parallel beam of light onto the scale surface.
In an instant, the sharp shadows of dozens of pointers were clearly projected onto the scale, like a set of precise optical rulers.
"Initiate reference calibration!"
The soldiers in charge of each jack immediately bent down, squinted, and carefully rotated the handwheel to adjust the height of the pointer, as if aiming.
The only sound in the workshop was the faint clatter of gears, until someone reported loudly in turn:
"Position one, aim the tip of your shadow at position zero!"
"Number three, aim!"
"Number seven, aim!"
……
With each report, the shadow tips of all the pointers finally stopped precisely on the "zero" mark of the ruler, forming a perfect initial horizontal reference.
perfect!
Jiang Xia, who was constantly scanning the parameters in front of him while walking around the workstation, couldn't help but give the soldiers a big thumbs up!
Immediately afterwards, the "sound and light metronome" was activated!
An old electric motor drives a hand-polished constant-velocity cam to rotate. Each rotation of the cam activates a flexible electric switch.
"Ding—!" A crisp electric bell rang throughout the workshop!
At the same time, the high-powered tungsten iodine lamps hanging high up suddenly flashed a dazzling white light!
"Lights on and bell rings!"
This is the order to act!
"First beat, lift!" Professor Zhonghua shouted into the microphone, his voice transmitted to each operator's position through a temporary loudspeaker.
As if receiving a military order, all the soldiers in charge of the jacks simultaneously rotated their handwheels to a fixed angle, in sync with the ringing of bells and flashing lights.
"Lights off, bells off!"
All movements stopped simultaneously in an instant, and everyone remained still, like sculptures.
"Second beat, lift!"
"Ding—!" The light came on, the bell rang, and everyone turned the handwheel in unison again.
……
The system will pause after every five beats.
"Stop lifting! Recheck the measuring instrument!"
The operators leaned forward again, their eyes fixed on the pointer's projection on the scale. The light magnified even the smallest deviations.
"Position number one, normal! Still at zero!"
"Position 2, normal!"
"Position number three... 0.1 spaces to the left!"
"Point number three, make a minor adjustment and pull back by 0.1 units!" Jiang Xia immediately gave the order.
The soldier at point three carefully reversed the handle until the tip of the shadow was aligned with zero again.
"Report! The shadow tip at position five is off to the right by half a grid!"
"Make minor adjustments to position five!"
The command was given immediately, and the soldier in position five gently rotated the handwheel until the tip of the black shadow was precisely aligned with the zero line again.
"Alright! Baseline restored! Next five beats, begin!"
The "sound and light metronome" sounded again, and the lifting work continued.
Throughout the workshop, no one made a loud noise; only the periodic ringing of bells, the flickering of lights, and the low, grinding sound of dozens of handwheels turning in sync at the beat were heard.
Light and sound intertwine, composing a unique symphony that is mechanical, precise, and full of collectivist power. Under this seemingly "rustic" yet incredibly rigorous process control, the heavy and precise core casing of the gas turbine is being smoothly and perfectly separated at an absolutely horizontal level.
Old Wang stood in the corner with his arms crossed, his gaze following Jiang Xia, who was weaving through the crowd and directing them, his body covered in fresh oil stains. An "auntie smile" unconsciously appeared on his face.
He subconsciously read the telegram he had just received again more carefully.
The telegram mentioned that Jiangxia's grandmother and two young girls were directly selected by the eldest son of the Wu family garden, who had returned to work, to accompany him to the IEC annual meeting in Switzerland. The reason given was that the grandmother's background of studying abroad in her early years and her excellent foreign language skills were just right to handle the urgent translation of technical documents.
"Tsk tsk, Grandma Jiang is both scholarly and martial! No wonder she raised such a fine grandson..."
"Hey, wait a minute, those two girls... Jiang Qiu is alright, she's definitely talented. But what's with Jiang Dong going along...?"
Old Wang stroked the stubble on his chin: "It's good that that little devil is gone. The people in Group Two who were following her are practically acting as pacification ambassadors..."
"Hey, I didn't see that family on that big ship. Looks like they went by plane..."
Thinking of this, Old Wang glanced again at Jiang Xia, who was banging on the jack with a wrench.
"This kid is at a crucial juncture in his research and development. If he finds out about this, it might distract him. It's not too late to tell him after this most critical disassembly phase has passed smoothly. It's just a trip abroad, not a big deal..."
With that thought in mind, he carefully folded the telegram, stuffed it into the inner pocket of his uniform, and subconsciously patted it on his coat to make sure it was secure. His gaze returned to the bustling work area, his eyes regaining their resolve.
"As for those rumors that have arisen from this, or those who want to make a fuss about it... Hmph, they don't even know who invited them to come out of retirement!"
Have the big guys been too idle lately?
It's time to give them a chance to get moving and thoroughly investigate whether some people's actions are truly clean! ..."
"Five more beats! Give it your all!" Jiang Xia's shout interrupted Lao Wang's thoughts.
Inside the workshop, the iodine-tungsten lamps lit up again, the bell rang crisply, the handwheel turned in sync, and the gap between the gas turbine core casing and the base grew larger and larger. Finally, as the last bell rang, a soft "click" was heard.
The core casing detached steadily from the base and was supported in mid-air by eight jacks without tilting at all.
"It's done!"
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Looking at the jubilant crowd, Old Wang smiled like an aunt. Although he didn't understand what the point of taking that thing apart was, he just couldn't have more of this kind of victorious scene.
……
"Comrade Wang Kui! Go and fetch Comrade Jiang Xia!"
"Urgent message from the boss!"