Although it was clearly just a Power Research Institute, Luo Chong was using it as though it were the Second Ministry of Machinery. The pressure on these researchers was indeed a little heavy, but once this industrial road had begun, there was no turning back.
Besides, Luo Chong's life did not allow him the slightest slackening. Although he was only eighteen by nominal age, who could guarantee that Luo Chong would not suddenly die? After all, medical conditions in this era were so poor!
That was why Luo Chong had always been treating one day as two, wishing he could leave more things behind in this world while he was still in his prime, at his best and brimming with energy.
"I know their workload is enormous, but there's nothing we can do. We've already come this far—we can't just give up halfway, can we? It's not that I'm forcing them to work. Go ask those researchers whether they're willing to stop on their own. They're not doing this because I'm making them." Luo Chong could not help grumbling.
Dashu nodded helplessly in agreement. It was true: Luo Chong had not oppressed those researchers. They had all been working overtime of their own accord, and even Dashu could not stop them.
Now that the Rolling Mill had been built and steel rails were being produced one after another, the model experiments for the train had been completed, and the real train was already under construction, with railway tracks about to be laid so their train could run—at a time like this, you wanted them to stop?!
Did Dashu really think those researchers would agree?
Those researchers were all in a state of feverish excitement, as if they had endless energy and had no idea what tiredness meant. All they wanted