Li Xiangdong didn't cry on the day he was laid off. After signing, he even looked back at the workshop he had guarded for seven years.
Then, he went back to 1998.
The factory was about to go bankrupt, but my father was still alive, but he was unjustly suspended from his job.
The most valuable treasure in the entire factory is a Soviet photolithography machine that had been lying dormant for three years and was sentenced to death.
Everyone said that this pile of scrap metal was hopeless, except Li Xiangdong.
Because his eyes, which were reborn after being electrocuted, could clearly capture the nanoscale cracks deep in the lenses.
What others see as rubbish is a wound that can be repaired in his eyes.
He started to tear it down.
Use the F1 racing turbine to transform the light source, use a tank sight to replace the lens, and use CT machine parts to build the skeleton.
With an old fitter who was sent to the pipe warehouse and a nerdy college student, they found a future in the scrapyard.
After three months, he had to bring the machine to life.
Not only to make a living, but also to carve out the first light that belongs to China for my father and this industry before the complete embargo on chips.
Then he told the old man who never waited for the verdict to be reversed until his death:
"Dad, you didn't catch up back then, but we caught up."
