Actually, on this night, Li Zheng's loss of control was nothing compared to the chaos at The Sixth Institute.
If the failure of the 8.8 launch was a heavy blow, then today's shutdown was the final straw that crushed them completely.
For the past two months, everyone involved with YF-87 at The Sixth Institute had nearly lost the ability to distinguish between day and night.
In the computer room, they tested around the clock; in the design institute, they revised drawings at all hours; in the factory, they rushed production day and night; even the heavy transport drivers were on the road at all times.
They didn't know where the end was, or if there was light ahead.
It felt as if there was a knife at their backs, chasing them relentlessly, ready to pierce them if they stopped to catch their breath.
In this endless race, everyone's mental, physical, and willpower were squeezed to the limit.