The machine Bai Hao has clearly explained that it has not even shown its shape.
Entering the workshop, Bai Hao pointed at the machine: "Look, this thing is just a pile of iron. If you want to turn it into a physical object, I estimate that it will start in one year. Two years is not a long time, and three years is not surprising."
Huang Lao said: "Five years is not too slow."
This kind of thing, Huang Lao knew in his heart, was very difficult.
But, there is a treasure in this workshop.
A small machine that is less than three meters long can only press 0.2 steel plates at most. In fact, all the steel plates pressed here are tin sheets.
Because the tinplate is soft enough.
Feng Yuchun is here.
He asked Huang Qifa to take his place in the five-axis research core group, saying that it was not too crowded because there was a gap between those with different levels. It was reasonable to say that it was Feng Yuchun who took Huang Qifa to the research laboratory.
At this time, Feng Yuchun was specializing in studying this bending machine.
A 1.4-meter sheet of tin is placed in the machine. This machine is the model that Bai Hao piled up with chalk. It has twenty-four variable pressure points in the horizontal direction and sixty-four variable pressure points in the vertical direction.
Both up and down.
The tinplate was put in, but the machine didn't move.
Bai Hao was about to step forward to say hello, but Huang Lao stretched out his hand to stop him and wanted to watch.
Two PhDs in mathematics are furiously typing in front of the computer.
A computer programmer with a Ph.D. adjusts a program.
In this way, even if Bai Hao and Huang Lao were standing aside, no one would notice them.
A full twenty minutes passed, and a doctor raised his hand: "The calculation results can be successful."
A worker standing at the machine station raised his hand: "The hydraulic pressure is normal and all components of the machine are normal."
The person in charge of the process raised his hand: "The styling is complete."
Feng Yuchun, who had been staring at the screen in front of him, slapped the start button.
The machine started to bite, and everyone stood up and stared at the machine closely.
Mr. Huang then spoke: "The ship is hyperbolic and has a complex three-dimensional surface shape. This should be a sail-shaped board. Before today, it was almost all spliced. After today, it's up to you, Factory 9."
Soon, the bite loosens.
Several people went up to check.
Feng Yuchun saw the data and shook his head: "Unqualified."
Everyone returned to their positions and recalculated. Several master craftsmen began to check the machine to see if the pressure column just did not work.
The programmers are also checking whether there are any problems with the program.
Only then did Feng Yuchun see Bai Hao.
When Feng Yuchun came over, Huang Lao said: "Strictly speaking, you have succeeded in principle. What you call unqualified should be that the data does not meet the requirements."
"Mr. Huang, I didn't expect you to come to the Ninth Factory." Feng Yuchun quickly walked a few steps to greet him.
At this time, all the researchers were still busy with their own affairs, without caring about who was around. Things that had nothing to do with them must not affect their research.
Huang Lao and Feng Yuchun shook hands vigorously: "Professor Feng, this is amazing. This is a great machine. In the past, the forming of curved ship plates relied on the personal skills and experience of the operators. Those who built this thing were working under very harsh conditions.
The disadvantage is that the efficiency of all manual work is very low. In recent years, there are not as many excellent masters as before. "
"I dare not call myself a professor in front of Mr. Huang."
"A professor is a professor. He was a professor twenty years ago and he is still a professor now. Let's talk about this."
Feng Yuchun said sideways: "This is our preliminary study. The main body is composed of a multi-head pressure column device, a hydraulic system, a control system, and a computer data system. Later, we will consider adding a grating three-dimensional plate shape measurement system. This one does not have a feed rail. It relies on
It was carried by people.”
After briefly introducing the machine, Feng Yuchun continued: "This is 1.4 meters, and it cannot be expanded infinitely. Theoretically, even if we succeed, the official experimental machine over there can only press 14 meters.
The maximum is no more than 14.8 meters. To increase it further is not as simple as adding more bull pressure columns. This is a systematic machine."
None of them are laymen, so there is no need to explain why.
The main arm is 1.4 meters, what is the strength? If you increase it by 0.1 meter, the strength will be increased not by a few percent, but probably by several times.
Considering the coordination of the whole machine, Feng Yuchun also made calculations and decided on the design of fourteen meters.
After chatting briefly for a while, Mr. Huang left.
From Huang Lao's point of view, he didn't want to get involved in the details of Feng Yuchun's research, let alone see it. The Ninth Factory had already given him enough face by allowing him to enter the laboratory and research site.
He cares about this research.
Because of the future.
Next, Mr. Huang wanted to take a look at the prototype machine named the Life Detector from Factory 9.
To Bai Hao's surprise, Huang Laoxian presented a formal official letter and stood at the door without even taking a step into the laboratory.
Bai Hao looked at the official letter and saw it was a license.
It was issued by the Sixth Industry Department, one of the mother-in-laws of the Ninth Factory. It stated very seriously that Mr. Huang was allowed to visit Bai Hao's laboratory related to life detectors and observe the experimental process in accordance with the corresponding rules of the Ninth Factory. However,
No recording is allowed, and no data is taken away.
When Bai Hao saw this thing, he didn't know what to do.
Huang Lao was not in a hurry: "Wait a minute, I believe Director Xu is checking Lao Chen's place. He wants to see the relevant experimental data of one of your insulation materials and the physical objects in the laboratory."
"Ah, yes." Bai Hao didn't know how to answer.
Until Xu Zhengyang arrived, he checked the relevant procedures very formally.
Not only that, but Mr. Huang's belongings were also inspected before he was allowed to enter.
It's Bai Hao's turn.
Xu Zhengyang whispered: "Director, please put down the pager and other items. No electronic items that are not from the laboratory are allowed to be brought in."
"This, okay." Bai Hao quickly touched his body.
Not to mention the pager, even keys and other metal objects were placed in the small basket.
When they arrived at the door, Mr. Huang motioned for Bai Hao to come first.
Bai Hao gave in, and Mr. Huang asked Bai Hao to go first again.
Bai Hao could only push the door open and enter the laboratory first. Leng Ningshuang, who was conducting experiments, turned around and saw that it was Bai Hao. He turned back and continued to conduct experiments while saying: "Director Bai, I need some support. I haven't been able to study until now."
I found that I really failed in mathematics. I had several very complex sets of data to calculate, but I couldn’t calculate them correctly, even with a computer.”
Bai Hao glanced at Mr. Huang, and Mr. Huang indicated that this was Bai Hao's place and that Bai Hao would make the decision.
"Professor Leng, I saw an article a few days ago. It was written by a professor who came to our Dongyuan University for support. It was not long. He proposed the development of measuring instruments and applied mathematics, and applied for our Dongyuan University to establish a mathematics department."
Leng Ningshuang sat on the chair and turned around, only to realize that there was someone else.
But he didn't recognize it.
After Bai Hao stepped forward and made an introduction, he took out the authorization letter.
Leng Ningshuang's face suddenly became very sad, and she whispered: "I know, I have a bad background, I..."