Demon Development System

In fact, on this night, Li Zheng's loss of control was nothing compared to that of the Sixth Hospital.

If the failure of the 8.8 launch was a blow, then today’s downtime was a smashing blow.

In the past two months, the Sixth Hospital and all personnel involved in YF-87 have almost lost the ability to distinguish between day and night.

Inspections are carried out day and night in the computer room, drawings are changed in the design institute day and night, work in the factory is rushed day and night, and even the bulky transportation drivers are on the way day and night.

They don't know where the end point is and whether the front is bright.

I only feel that there is a knife behind me, chasing it day and night, stopping to take a breath and getting pierced.

In this running day and night, everyone's mental, physical, and willpower have been squeezed to the limit.

After 1,500 seconds of a successful test drive in the daytime, many people just rushed home and wanted to sleep completely.

But before the bath was finished, the phone called.

Some people cried on the spot, some people threw their mobile phones away and sat on the spot, some people crashed directly and yelled at the phone.

On the night of 8.8, perhaps the mourning soldiers could still win.

But at this moment, the disaster has struck like a flood, and the army has been defeated.

The shutdown occurred at 8:35 pm, in the 57th second of the extreme environment, it took only two seconds for the oxygen pump shaft to crack to break.

This result is even more tragic than the loss of 8.8 that night.

At 9:27, when Chen Hongbing drove back to the test center, he passed by the ambulance.

He stepped on the foot oil and drove to the center door, only to see a group of young men in overalls sitting on the steps crying.

"Isn't it a failure!" Chen Hongbing got out of the car and slammed on the door angrily. "Your Sixth Institute is so **** good?"

However, this curse did not dispel their grief, but made the boys cry harder.

"Director Chen..." An older engineer tremblingly stood up on the steps, "Chief Engineer...Chief Engineer...he...fallen..."

Chen Hongbing's brain was shocked.

Who can't, how can it be him!

"What's the situation?" Chen Hongbing grabbed it and asked, "His high blood pressure hasn't been one or two days..."

"The emergency doctor said... it may be a cerebral hemorrhage..." The engineer said, covering his face and sitting on the ground, unable to speak a word.

"Ah..." Chen Hongbing also trembled, staring into the empty hall, "Where is Mr. Zhu, is he here?"

"on the way……"

"I see..." Chen Hongbing gave a strong sigh, and stepped forward to pick up a person, "Go in and cry... Don't sit here, the influence will not be good."

At the urging of Chen Hongbing, several people finally stood up and walked into the hall tremblingly.

Chen Hongbing stood alone in front of the door, silently lit a cigarette, and watched a small white car quickly drive in and stopped in front of the door.

Shen Tinglan hurriedly got out of the car, ran up quickly, and pointed to the gate of the courtyard and asked, "Ambulance, who?"

"Zhang Zhicheng." Chen Hongbing sighed with a sigh of smoke, "If it is really a cerebral hemorrhage... it would be nice to be able to survive..."

Shen Tinglan was also dumbfounded, not knowing what to say or think.

Her first reaction was that the chief engineer of YF-87 had fallen. How could this work be carried out? Is anyone else able to top it?

But deep self-blame followed.

The one who fell was a colleague who had worked together for many years, the backbone of the aerospace industry. The first time he was concerned about his safety... It would be too cold-blooded to directly consider the gains and losses of the work.

"I will go to the hospital again to see him after the meeting. I can't help much now." Chen Hongbing said and raised his right leg. "To be honest, I also suffer from gout to death now. It's hard to walk, and I'm stuck at home. Abduction."

Shen Tinglan looked at Chen Hongbing's old knee and sighed: "Zhu Mingyue seems to be having a divorce... Recently, he has been watching him take some psychotropic drugs."

"It's **** broken across the board..." Chen Hongbing looked up in despair, "Now if I have a gun, I really want to break myself..."

"Okay... go in and sit down."

"No, that's it. It hurts to get up with a bent leg or something." Chen Hongbing stood in a daze. Although he was still upright, no matter from which angle he looked, he was more like a defeated army with lofty ambitions, "Ting Lan ...This time...maybe it's really over..."

"..."

"Huang Er, it's over."

Shen Tinglan covered his face and turned sideways, tears bursting into his eyes.

...

At 10:30, Li Zheng, who was lying flat and meditating, was woken up by the doorbell.

Opening the door, Du Songtao walked in directly carrying a dozen beer.

"You have to thank me very much." Du Songtao drew out two bottles, stuffed the rest of the beer into the small refrigerator, then lifted the bottle cap, and handed one bottle to Li Zheng, "That bunch of young eagles is hard enough. Hello."

Li Zheng hesitated for a moment, but still accepted: "I can't drink enough..."

"Can you still get drunk with beer?" Du Songtao raised his head and took a big mouthful, then slumped into a chair, "I feel comfortable..."

Li Zheng also pulled up a chair and sat down, and clinked glasses in the air: "Anyway, thank you, I really couldn't teach in my state just now."

"'Thank you' is worthless. I can get a small 5,000 when I go out and talk about it." Du Songtao smiled, "You owe me."

"Then I'll call you..." Li Zheng has to grab his mobile phone.

"No, no, no, I want a debt of favor." Du Songtao took another sullen mouth, and asked with a chirp, "How's the situation?"

"Very bad." Li Zheng lowered his head and said, "Half of the engine technical team has collapsed. The chief engineer has a cerebral hemorrhage. The deputy chief engineer is holding up a meeting for analysis. There are several backbones who can't stand it. According to the hospital inspection, it is said that there are still two divorcees, seven depression, two bipolar disorder..."

Du Songtao heard the words, "Zhang Zhicheng has a cerebral hemorrhage?"

"Ok."

"That's hanging..."

"What's hanging up?"

"Huang Erxuan."

"That's not enough... after all, it is a very mature project."

"You kid really don't understand." Du Songtao said vividly.

"The space system has always had route disputes, and factions have naturally formed based on different routes."

"The most obvious ones are the ‘technological innovation’ sect and the ‘conservative progressive’ sect. Of course, this name is my own."

"Shen Tinglan, Chen Hongbing, Zhao Zhenhua, the entire Huang Er team, and you, are all in the technical school, hoping to make a blockbuster rocket and carry out comprehensive technological innovation on this basis."

"On the other side are conservatives, hoping that the launch vehicle will continue to develop around more mature results."

"Simply put, it is to make the kerosene engine bigger, and then tie dozens of them to the rocket in one go, which is simple and rude."

"Have you heard of Project 927?"

"Looking at you so dumb, I haven't heard of it."

"When Huang Er's project was established, the group considered the situation of total failure, so it prepared a backup project, the number is 927, which is simply a giant kerosene rocket, three and a half stages, and 27 largest kerosene. engine."

"Do you sound particularly stupid? This direction does have a low upper limit, but it is simple and easy to use, and its capacity is not worse than Huang Er, but it is incomparable to the Huang Qi planned later."

"927 has been in the planning stage over the past few years and has not been launched."

"But since the beginning of the year, the voice of the system for 927 has suddenly increased a lot. Guess what is the reason?"

Li Zheng said without thinking, "SpaceI?"

Du Songtao smiled and nodded.

"Right, the Eagle Rockets follow the technical route of 927, simple and rude."

"Then after the 8.8 defeat, with the questioning of Huang Er, 927's voice became even higher. After all, Huang Er's future tasks, 927 can be completed, but it looks stupid."

"Although I haven't calculated it carefully, Huang Er has burned tens of billions of dollars now. It must be distressed to suddenly shelve it, but the engine development team has collapsed now... It's hard to say whether it can regroup in one or two years.

"On the other hand, 927 is mature technology. Just increase the number of engines. This kind of stupidity is big. According to Huang Er's work intensity and resource allocation, how can it be released for testing in six months... and it should It’s cheaper."

"By the way, so many institutes."

"Our country's space program, from our search for knowledge, to the moon landing, to the space station..."

"You can't get stuck here, right?"

Li Zheng sighed and asked, "So you also support 927 instead of Huang Er?"

"I'm the one who makes satellites. Where can I take care of this." Du Songtao walked to the refrigerator and took two more bottles of beer. "If you care about your technology, whoever pulls my satellite up is a good rocket."

Li Zheng took the beer and lowered his head and said, "It seems that this time, it is really the darkest moment."

"Don't be so pessimistic. Even if Huang Er really puts it on hold, the existing technology will be here. There will be one day to mention it." Du Songtao patted Li Zheng, "It is still useful to keep the technical sequence, but Chen Hongbing is dead. Now, Zhao Zhenhua will also have to lose half of his life, which is tens of billions at any rate, let alone the wasted time."

"Um..." Li Zheng said, covering his chest, "Uncomfortable."

"Aerospace is not like this." Du Songtao drank a little wine and laughed. "Our search for knowledge No.1 is also a gamble. Even if you successfully transport us to Mars orbit, we will have to orbit, explore, and land. Lou Zi, I have to finish the game too, and I will have to thank you for the long delay... If this is in Sulian, Lao Chen and your mother-in-law have already gone to Siberia to dig coal..."

After that, he raised a cup to Li Zheng: "You have planned too, 927 is not meant for engineering, I can apply for an assistant intern, and learn about it by Mars?"

"Thanks a lot." Li Zheng also toasted, "I don't understand the big plan, but I am a more energetic person. I would like to do more if I have the opportunity."

"This is not a question of your hard work. The focus is on the Sixth Court..." Du Songtao said, suddenly opening his mouth, "No, you...The Sixth Court now is a purgatory on earth...like losing half your life. Yes, it's all his mother's wife's ion quickly..."

Li Zheng got up, looked at the starry sky outside the window and stood with his hands.

He was full of family and country pride, but could not find a suitable poem to express.

After holding back for a long time, only a few words finally came out.

"I...I'll go."

...

At one o'clock in the morning, Chen Hongbing and Shen Tinglan were summoned into Zhao Zhenhua's office.

This time, even Zhao Zhenhua's temples were white.

In these short hours, they have gone through 5 emergency meetings.

Although the follow-up arrangements have not been finalized, the tone cannot be changed.

In the office, after the three people bowed their heads and remained silent for half a minute, Zhao Zhenhua turned the cup and spoke slowly.

"The group leaders believe that if this continues, half of the system will be dragged down by Huang Er."

"Not only human and financial resources, but also follow-up plans."

"You can't waste time anymore. You must go to the moon within one year, landing on the moon within three years, and the space station within five years."

"Stay stuck here, don't talk about me, the leader of the group will change."

Zhao Zhenhua said, slowly raising his head.

This general, who is known for his violent temper and daring to curse, showed helplessness and sadness for the first time.

"Hongbing, Ting Lan."

"I tried my best."

"Sorry."

Shen Tinglan nodded with tears.

Chen Hongbing seemed to have accepted this ending a long time ago and did not have much reaction.

Zhao Zhenhua sighed and continued.

"For the time being, there will be no major moves, and no adjustments will be announced, but we are about to start turning the rudder within the First Hospital."

"Tinglan, you will report to the 927 project team tomorrow to start preparing for the project."

"The organization has affirmed your abilities and contributions, and I hope you will continue to shine in the new project. You will temporarily serve as the deputy chief engineer, and you will be promoted if you have the opportunity in the future."

"Hongbing, you and I stay still and will not delegate new tasks for the time being."

"Drink less alcohol during this period and take care of your body. I think your path is unstable. You need to be aware of gout."

Although Zhao Zhenhua didn't say too clearly, Chen Hongbing knew very well that Huang Er had entered a semi-shelved state and a large amount of resources would be invested in the 927 project. It would be impossible for Chen Hongbing to be responsible for this project, and even Zhao Zhenhua would not be able to intervene.

Of course, this does not completely mean giving up Huang Er. If this point is really made clear, it will inevitably cause very bad social impacts. Internal confidence will be lost, and a neighboring country outside will want to dance and shout, plus private aerospace from the other side. When the wind rises and the water rises, it will be condensed into a mudslide, and God knows what impact it will cause.

Therefore, the best plan is undoubtedly to set up a project without saying a word. After the 927 is successfully launched into the sky and publicize the capacity and historical significance, the influence of Huang Er will be gone.

"Accept the organizational arrangement." Chen Hongbing asked after nodding, "What about the Sixth Institute, what adjustments does the YF-87 team have?"

"If you don't make adjustments, they will all collapse in half. Let's regain some vitality." Zhao Zhenhua shook his head and said, "They are too difficult, more difficult than us. The leaders of the Sixth Institute mean that they have done so much, and it is not good. Just threw it away. The original team continued to improve the problem. It just didn't have to give so many resources, and the intensity could be lowered. If this continues, people will die before the engine comes out."

"Yeah... The brothers of the Sixth Hospital are more difficult than us..." Chen Hongbing said, propping up his body, "Then I will go to the hospital, somehow I will go to condolences to Mr. Zhang's family."

"How is Zhang Zhicheng's situation?"

"Still in ICU, I don't know the follow-up."

"Oh..." Zhao Zhenhua nodded, "also greet me, be careful, this situation...family members may not be calm."

Chen Hongbing grinned: "Don't worry about the secretary, I'll fight, and his family will give me two punches. I might feel better in my heart."

"I'll take a look too." Shen Tinglan followed up, "Lao Zhang's high blood pressure is not a day or two... If something really happens..."

She choked up again as she spoke.

At this time, Chen Hongbing's cell phone rang.

Taking a look, he was happy again.

"Zhang Zhicheng is safe?" Zhao Zhenhua asked, staring.

"Other things..." Chen Hongbing looked at the phone and couldn't help shaking his head. He wanted to laugh several times and coughed up several times. Finally, he pushed the phone to Zhao Zhenhua. "Look, secretary, you decide."

When Zhao Zhenhua saw it, he couldn't help but smile.

[Director Chen:]

[When you entered the job, you said that the first hospital is the elite among the elite, only attacking the most difficult mountain. 】

[But since my internship for a month, I have never encountered any challenges. 】

【For today, the aspirations have not been paid, and the creation has not been frustrated. 】

[I also promised that if Huang Er fails, I will not leave. 】

[Here, I invite you to fight to support the Sixth Hospital. 】

[Huang Er fails, I will not leave. 】

【Li Zheng】

"This **** brat..." Zhao Zhenhua even wiped his eyes when he saw the end, "Crazy...Crazy good..."

Shen Tinglan grabbed the phone, looked at it, and his eyes reddened just now: "Why... don't you discuss with me first..."

"Eh, it's impossible to discuss the family affairs with you?" Chen Hongbing smiled, "Isn't there a fight with my mother-in-law."

"Okay..." Zhao Zhenhua regained his consciousness and returned the phone to Chen Hongbing. "I don't comment on this matter. You can decide. I agree with you.

Chen Hongbing was taken aback for a moment: "...you mean...you agree to let people go?"

"He wrote it like this!" Zhao Zhenhua lit the table and said, "I'm not good at staying anyway, I want you to stay."

"I..." Chen Hongbing muttered, "I am a polished commander... it's useless to keep him..."

He said, turning to Shen Tinglan: "It's up to your family to decide."

Shen Tinglan took a deep breath and nodded heavily.

"Let him go."

"Although it's ridiculous, it's incredible."

"But I think."

"Li Zheng may be Huang Er's last, last, last hope."