Chapter 129 1-Micron Precision in Sight

Klaus spread his hands helplessly: "The core of the hydrostatic spindle is a miniature high-pressure oil pump with extremely high stability."

"The pressure must be kept constant at 2MPa, without the slightest fluctuation."

"And because it has to be stuffed into the spindle box, the volume must be extremely small."

"The most critical factor is—vibration."

Klaus pointed to his ear: "If the vibration of the oil pump motor is transmitted to the spindle, all precision will be ruined."

"In Switzerland, this kind of motor needs to be custom-ordered from Siemens, with a delivery time of one year."

"As for China right now..."

Klaus shook his head regretfully, "Although you have granite and scraping technology, without this kind of heart, it's just a pile of scrap metal."

Even the cleverest housewife cannot cook without rice.

The previously enthusiastic atmosphere instantly cooled down.

Everyone looked at each other.

Is this the gap in basic industry?

Having clearly seen the mountaintop, are we to fall at the very last step?

"How much pressure do you need?"

He Zhenhua, who had been leaning against the wall without speaking, suddenly spoke up.

Translator Xiao Liu quickly followed up: "2MPa, why?"

"What about the volume limitation?"

"The diameter cannot exceed 10 centimeters."

Klaus frowned, "To achieve high torque at this size while maintaining absolute stability, unless..."

He suddenly stopped, as if he had thought of something.

His gaze shot towards He Zhenhua, his tone carrying a hint of disbelief: "Are you thinking of using that?"

"That neodymium iron boron motor?"

"No!"

"That is a servo motor, and this is a hydraulic pump! They are two different things!"

Klaus waved his hands repeatedly, looking at He Zhenhua as if he were a spendthrift: "And don't you know how valuable that kind of motor is?"

"Using it to make an oil pump? That's simply a waste of a precious resource!"

"There are over fifty spares in the warehouse, is that enough for you to squander?"

He Zhenhua's tone was flat as he pursed his lips towards Big Cannon: "Go, bring over that modified second-generation pump."

"The one installed on the constant-temperature oil cooler last time."

Two minutes later.

Big Cannon ran back carrying a silver metal pump only the size of a fist.

Lin Xi didn't say a word, stepped forward to take over the oil circuit, and turned on the power.

"Hum..."

An extremely faint hum, like the buzzing of a bee's wings, sounded.

The pressure gauge needle instantly shot to 2.5 MPa, then stayed pinned there, motionless.

The long speech Klaus had prepared instantly stuck in his throat.

He leaned over and touched the pump body.

Cold.

The vibration was almost non-existent.

The terrifying torque brought by that powerful magnetic steel allowed this miniature pump to handle the oil pumping with ease.

It didn't need to roar hoarsely like an ordinary motor at all.

"Madmen... you are truly a bunch of extravagant madmen."

Klaus looked at the little gadget running steadily and shook his head with a bitter smile.

But a surge of fanaticism welled up in his eyes: "But I like this kind of madness."

This was the powerful heart.

The paradox of power source volume and vibration that had plagued him for years.

At this moment, it was solved by this group of Easterners in the simplest and crudest way— "material science crushing."

"As long as we have this pump..."

Klaus stopped wasting words, grabbed a pen, and dove onto the drawings, calculating frantically: "Granite absorbs vibration, scraping locks the guide rails, combined with this zero-vibration hydrostatic spindle..."

Zhao Qiang had also long been unable to hold back, his calculator clicking so fast it was sparking.

After a few minutes of silence.

Both stopped writing at the same time.

They looked at each other.

Zhao Qiang swallowed hard, held up the draft paper filled with calculations, and roared with a hoarse voice: "Calculated!"

"In a fully closed-loop state, the overall machining precision of this machine tool..."

"Can reach within 1 micron!"

Boom!

The Fifth Workshop completely exploded.

What is the concept of 1 micron?

This is one-sixtieth of the diameter of a human hair!

This is the standard for high-precision, strategic-level machine tools that the West controls most strictly and absolutely embargoes!

Zhao Qiang hugged Li Jianguo beside him, incoherent with excitement: "A monster! We've created a monster!"

The live stream chat flooded with comments:

【Holy crap! It's on fire! Everyone stand up!】

【The West: We embargo high-precision CNC machine tools. Boss Lin: Okay, then I'll build one.】

【1 micron, this is an ultimate attack right in the face! COCOM's face is going to be swollen from the slap!】

Lin Xi looked at the drawings, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

"If this machine is released, the so-called COCOM embargo list..."

He chuckled: "Is just a piece of scrap paper!"

...

Northwest Base, General Command Room.

The afternoon sunlight streamed through the mottled window lattices, and the air was filled with the fragrance of jasmine tea.

"Old Qu, let me introduce you."

Elder Qian pointed at Lin Xi who had just walked in, a look of feigned helplessness but actual humble-bragging on his face: "This is the 'troublemaker' of our base, Lin Xi from Red Star."

"Don't let his age fool you; just last year, he stirred up over ten million US dollars for the country."

Sitting opposite was a middle-aged man wearing a zhongshan suit, Vice President Qu from the Shanghai Aerospace Eighth Academy.

Upon hearing "over ten million US dollars," Vice President Qu's eyelid twitched violently.

He sized up Lin Xi, a flash of envy in his eyes, but more of an undisguisable anxiety.

"The younger generation is formidable, truly formidable."

Vice President Qu squeezed out a smile, but it quickly sank again, and he turned to sigh at Elder Qian, "Elder Qian, the issue with 'Blizzard No. 1'..."

"If it can't be solved before September."

"This launch is afraid it will have to..."

He didn't continue, but the air pressure in the room dropped significantly.

Elder Qian withdrew his smile, his fingers tapping the table gently: "Old Qu, I know the difficulties."

"I will think of a way on my end; if it really doesn't work, I will have a few more experts transferred over from here."

Vice President Qu nodded, knowing that this matter could not be rushed.

He took another deep look at Lin Xi, seemingly wanting to say something, but finally sighed and left in a hurry.

His back was slightly hunched, as if he were carrying a mountain.

The door closed.

The atmosphere in the room changed abruptly.

"Slap!"

Elder Qian threw a stack of documents from the drawer and glared at Lin Xi: "Doing well, Manager Lin, have you gotten capable now?"

"You went to Hong Kong, did you have to poke a hole in the sky?"

Lin Xi stood at attention, composed: "Report, I was doing it to bring in talent for the country."

"Bring in talent?"

Elder Qian was amused by anger, "The Ministry of Foreign Affairs just forwarded a note this morning."

"The Swiss embassy is asking us why their country's top expert, Mr. Klaus, 'disappeared' after going to Hong Kong for a cup of coffee?"

"And they want us to assist in the investigation!"

"And the United Front Work Department, they even called me!"

"Saying that you're doing this kind of 'kidnapping-style' united front work without giving them a heads-up, leaving them in a very passive position!"

Lin Xi blinked, looking innocent: "Then... shall I send him back?"