Chapter 73: Yi Zhonghai Is Fired

Li Mingyuan smiled, feigning modesty: "It's nothing special, just applying basic physics and chemistry principles to engineering practice, plus a tiny bit of innovation..."

The experts present were collectively stunned; this was what he called a "tiny bit of innovation"?

This was clearly a completely revolutionary breakthrough!

Several surveyors returned from the explosion area, their faces still wearing expressions of lingering fear:

"Report, according to preliminary calculations, the lethality of a single volley is equivalent to three tons of explosives detonating at once! And..."

The man swallowed hard, his voice trembling: "And the shrapnel dispersion radius exceeds seven hundred meters; within a one-kilometer radius, not a blade of grass remains..."

A general suddenly waved his fist excitedly: "With this, do those damned enemies still dare to be arrogant? I want to see what they will become under this kind of firepower!"

"Molten steel!" a materials expert shouted, "It will turn into molten steel! That temperature is enough to melt iron and steel!"

Yang was already speechless; he just stared blankly at the ruins still burning in the distance, his eyes filled with ecstasy and shock.

"Xiao Li, we must put this into production immediately!" Yang grabbed Li Mingyuan's hand, his voice so excited it went out of tune, "We have waited far, far too long for this kind of weapon!"

The experts swarmed over, asking questions all at once, while Li Mingyuan answered every question unhurriedly, explaining the manufacturing process of the two types of rocket launchers in detail.

"For material selection, try to use ordinary carbon steel and aluminum alloy; there is no need to use any special steel."

Li Mingyuan's tone was as if he were describing an ordinary handicraft, "The key is machining precision; the internal bore processing error must not exceed 0.2 millimeters."

The experts recorded frantically; one old professor was so excited his pen tip snapped, and he didn't even notice the ink splattered all over his hands, continuing to scratch on the paper with the broken pen.

"The propellant is the most core technology; I used a Nitrocellulose-Paraffin Mixture, completely breaking through the limitations of traditional black powder." Li Mingyuan's tone was understated, as if he were talking about a breakfast recipe.

A chemical expert heard this and suddenly clutched his chest, his face turning deathly pale.

People around him hurried to support him, but he waved his hand, "I'm fine, just too excited... this formula... we have researched this formula for ten years without success..."

Li Mingyuan continued to explain the manufacturing process, from parts processing to assembly and testing, down to every detail.

He deliberately omitted some key details; after all, showing all his cards at once was not his style.

"All processes have been simplified; ordinary factories only need minor modifications to mass-produce them." Li Mingyuan's words shocked the experts present even more.

Yang was on the side, excitedly making a call on a walkie-talkie, "We must hold a meeting immediately; Li Mingyuan's rocket launcher is too important, a weapon that can change the course of the war... Yes, I saw it with my own eyes... a sixteen-tube volley, it leveled a small hill directly..."

The person on the other end of the phone was clearly also shocked; in less than half an hour, three black sedans sped to the scene.

The Military immediately organized an emergency meeting, right in the makeshift tent at the testing ground.

"We must mass-produce the 107 Rocket Launcher with lightning speed and send it to the southern front immediately," a general said decisively.

Li Mingyuan listened quietly, and only after everyone had finished discussing did he speak slowly,

"Chiefs, I would like to propose a more complete plan."

"What plan?" Everyone immediately quieted down, their eyes focused on Li Mingyuan.

Li Mingyuan slowly laid out his rocket launcher assembly line plan,

"It is not just about simply producing a few launchers, but establishing a complete production system, from raw materials to finished products, forming a large-scale, standardized assembly line operation."

The high-level officials were dumbfounded, shocked by the simplicity of the rocket launcher's manufacture and Li Mingyuan's grand yet practical plan.

At the end of the meeting, a chief slapped the table and stood up: "Approved immediately, all necessary resources will be fully guaranteed; this is a strategic-level plan!"

On the other side, in the Siheyuan, the atmosphere was livelier than usual.

The news that Yi Zhonghai had been officially fired by the Rolling Mill had already spread, causing an uproar throughout the courtyard.

"Did you hear? Old Man Yi was fired by the factory!" several aunties gossiped in front of others, looking excited.

"Isn't that so? He was even taken away by the Public Security Bureau for investigation, saying there was major illegal behavior!" Liu Dama lowered her voice, but her eyes flashed with excitement.

Yan Bugui held a porcelain jar, sipping tea in small mouthfuls, with an expression of someone watching the fun without fearing it was too big,

"This is retribution; he pretended to be a good person for most of his life, only to end up falling into the trap he set himself, tsk tsk."

He Yuzhu came back carrying a bag of fresh pork and saw a group of neighbors gossiping in the courtyard,

"What are you chatting about so lively? Yi Zhonghai? Serves him right! If it weren't for Uncle Li's reminder, Yushui and I would still be fooled by him."

Liu Haizhong was eavesdropping in the covered walkway; his eyes rolled, thinking that since Yi Zhonghai had fallen, it seemed that the person in charge of the courtyard would have to change.

Jia Dongxu stood blankly in the center of the courtyard, his face deathly pale.

As Yi Zhonghai's proud disciple, with his master fallen, his own days would not be easy either.

He thought numbly: If I had known today would come, why did I follow that old thing in the first place?

In the cell, Yi Zhonghai sat on the cold concrete floor, his eyes terrifyingly sinister.

He had been locked up here for three days, with only one bowl of thin porridge and pickles every day.

"Li Mingyuan!" Yi Zhonghai gritted his teeth, his nails digging deep into his palms.

The scene from three days ago was still vivid; being dragged away in front of the whole courtyard, the prestige he had accumulated for decades was destroyed in an instant.

The head prisoner took a lunch box from the prison guard and secretly slipped a cigarette to Yi Zhonghai, "Brother, don't think too negatively; there is still a turning point in this matter."

"What turning point?" Yi Zhonghai gave a bitter smile, took the cigarette, and took a greedy puff, "My life is finished."

The head prisoner lowered his voice, "I heard that this Li Mingyuan has offended quite a few old workers; there are people in the factory who don't accept him."

Yi Zhonghai's eyes lit up; the glow of the cigarette butt flickered in the darkness, illuminating his sinister smile, "Is that so? Tell me in detail."

"I have an idea, as long as you help..."

At the same time, inside the rocket launcher production workshop of the Hongxing Rolling Mill, there was a scene of bustling activity.

Li Mingyuan stood by the Assembly Line, watching with satisfaction as batches of 107 Rocket Launchers came off the line.

The workers were full of energy, and every face was beaming with proud smiles.

"Chief Engineer Li, the first batch of 30 Single-tube Rocket Launchers and 2 sets of '107 Rain' have completed final testing, with a 98% pass rate!" the production supervisor reported excitedly.

Li Mingyuan nodded, feeling very pleased inside.

This speed was even faster than he had anticipated.

"Pack them up and ship them to the southern front immediately." Li Mingyuan patted the supervisor on the shoulder, "Tell the comrades that every single rocket launcher could save the lives of countless soldiers."