Live Stream 1980: Netizens Teach Me How to Make a Rocket by Hand

"What are the conditions?"

"For the sake of power grid safety, I suggest the institute issue a regulation." Lin Xi narrowed his eyes.

"High-power electrical appliances without 'tilt-out protection' are strictly prohibited in the residential area."

"All heating equipment must not exceed 1000 watts in power and must have power failure protection function."

"Otherwise, it will be considered illegal use of electricity, and the equipment will be confiscated, fined, and the power will be cut off."

Zhao Gang was a smart man; he understood immediately.

He gave Lin Xi a deep look: "You mean...?"

"I'm doing this for the safety of the entire base," Lin Xiyi said sternly.

"After all, what if someone made a 2000-watt electric stove?"

"Without protective measures, burning down the transformer is a minor issue, but burning down the house is a major one."

"Director Zhao, you don't want to take this punishment, do you?"

Zhao Gang was silent for three seconds, then suddenly slapped his thigh.

"Alright! For safety's sake! I'll handle this!"

In the live stream room:

Wow! This is called 'setting industry standards'!

[Top-tier business battles are battles of standards; the host's understanding is off the charts!]

Is this what business warfare is like? No swords or guns, just the rules to crush you. I've learned something!

……

Meanwhile, in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the base.

The windows were completely blocked by quilts, and the room was filled with a burnt smell.

Relying on his experience in producing the Little Sun, Zhao Laizi gathered a group of cronies and started thinking about making a copy.

At this moment, they were busy working around a pile of inferior resistance wires.

"Hey bro, this thing's easy!"

One person took a resistance wire and wound it around a refractory brick, "I can make dozens in one night!"

Zhao Laizi held a half-finished product in his hand, his face full of greed.

This is an extremely rudimentary "electric stove".

There is no outer shell, and no reflector.

It's just a piece of refractory brick with a 2,000-watt industrial resistance wire coiled around it.

There is no switch; it turns red as soon as it's plugged in, a deep, almost purple red.

"Is that guy surnamed Lin selling it for thirty-eight?"

"I'll sell it for twenty-eight!"

Zhao Laizi's eyes were bloodshot, as if he could see countless banknotes beckoning to him:

"What kind of bullshit aerospace technology is this? It's all a hoax!"

"As long as it can generate heat and is cheap, these poor bastards will definitely buy it!"

"But... isn't this power too high?" The person next to him, who knew a bit about technology, sounded a little uneasy.

"We just tested it, it's at least 2000 watts."

"What's there to be afraid of!" Zhao Laizi spat.

"Anyway, the government pays for the electricity!"

"The hotter the better!"

"Those idiots just like strong guys!"

He looked around at the mountain of materials piled up in the room, and his mouth stretched to his ears in a wide grin.

"Now that the stuff's ready, let's set up a stall outside the bathhouse and rip them off!"

......

Two days later, in the early morning.

The base's loudspeakers blared out of nowhere.

After a piercing electrical hum, the announcer's serious voice echoed throughout the venue.

"Urgent Notice!"

"To ensure the safety of the base's power grid, the power supply station and the logistics department jointly decided on this matter."

"The use of electric heating equipment with a power exceeding 1000 watts and without tip-over protection is strictly prohibited!"

"Anyone found manufacturing, selling, or using substandard high-power electric heating appliances will have their power cut off immediately!"

"Confiscate the equipment! And hold those responsible for damaging production facilities accountable!"

This broadcast was a reassurance to the employees who had bought "Red Star Warm Sunshine".

"Listen to this! What did I say?"

Beside the water dispenser, an older woman wrapped in a cotton-padded coat was emptying dirty water, a smug look on her face.

"Manager Lin's products are 'aerospace standard, compliant products,' so you can buy with confidence!"

"you do not say!"

"Last night, Old Wang next door tried to save money by setting up an electric stove himself."

"The fuse in the hallway blew just ten minutes after I plugged it in!"

"I got a really bad scolding from the electrician, I completely lost face!"

However, this broadcast, while reassuring to the employees, was Zhao Laizi's death knell.

……

"This is the way you were talking about making money?!"

In the dimly lit warehouse, a roar was accompanied by the dull thud of a heavy object hitting the ground.

A newly wrapped, makeshift electric stove was smashed to pieces.

The refractory bricks were broken into pieces, and the resistance wire was twisted into a tangled mess.

Zhao Laizi huddled in the corner, his face covered in bruises.

That was the "battle-damaged makeup" from being beaten up by his former "brothers".

"This...this can't be blamed on me!"

Zhao Laizi covered his cheek, still stubbornly arguing.

"Who knew that guy surnamed Lin was so cunning!"

"They're resorting to bureaucratic tactics! They have no sense of martial ethics!"

"Officialdom my foot! That's called compliance!"

"Those three units sold last night were all returned this morning!"

"They're using a megaphone to try and shut us up!"

"They say this thing is contraband!"

"There's more!" The thug kicked a piece of broken brick.

"Once this thing is turned on, the meter spins like a whirlwind!"

"Who would dare use it?"

"Zhao Laizi, in order to buy these resistance wires and refractory bricks."

"The brothers have saved up all their money for your wives."

The thug grabbed Zhao Laizi by the collar, his eyes filled with malice:

"Now all the goods are stuck in our hands."

"Refund."

"I...I spent all the money on materials..."

"I have no money..."

"No money?"

The thug sneered and glanced back at the several burly men behind him.

"Then take your belongings to pay off the debt!"

"Brothers, let's go!"

"Don't!"

"Leave some for me..."

Zhao Laizi screamed and lunged forward, only to be kicked to the ground.

The door was wide open, and a cold wind rushed in, blowing through his thin cotton-padded coat.

Zhao Laizi lay prone amidst the broken bricks scattered on the ground.

I could hear the announcement "Unauthorized manufacture is strictly prohibited" playing on a loop over and over in the distance.

The fear in his eyes gradually turned into resentment.

He was initially worried that reporting his workplace would lead to backlash.

In this era where birth, aging, illness, and death depend on the state and one's work unit.

Your workplace is your home; reporting your workplace is like being a traitor.

but now……

With their own home being ransacked, what's there to worry about!

Since I'm not going to live anymore, Lin Xi, you won't have an easy time either!

"Lin Xi...you forced me to do this."

Zhao Laizi pulled a crumpled little notebook out of his pocket.

Those were some "black accounts" he secretly kept while he was just getting by in the service industry.

Of course, most of it was just his imagination.

He got up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked like a mad dog.

"Speculation and profiteering..."

"Illegally distributing state-owned assets..."

"As long as you bite these two off, let's see how you die, you little brat!"

Zhao Laizi spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm.

He turned and rushed into the snowstorm.

The direction pointed directly to the base's security department.

……

10:00 AM.

The entrance to the Hongxing Labor Service Center was as bustling as a market during the Chinese New Year.

The loudspeaker gave "Red Star Warm Sunshine" the most authoritative official endorsement—

The only compliant heating device in the entire base!

This GG effect is amazing!

"Line up! Don't push!"

"Take this note and go pay Sister Liu!"

"Cash on delivery!"

Sun Erga was sweating profusely from his busy work, but he couldn't stop smiling.

Inside the room, Lin Xi sat behind her desk, her expression calm.

Holding a pen, he was checking the ledger that Liu Guihua handed him.

Every income and every expenditure.

He remembers even the five cents he spent on a screw clearly.

"Manager Lin, our business is booming."

Liu Guihua counted money until her fingertips turned black, and her face glowed red.

"At this rate, the plan to complete 2 units, even including the Spring Festival holiday, can be finished by the end of February!"

Lin Xi didn't even look up, simply responding with a faint "Yes."

"Yes, tell everyone to hurry up."

"Once we've made this quick buck, we need to get back to work."

Just then.

"Squeak—creak!"

A screeching sound of brakes rang out at the doorway.

The previously noisy crowd instantly fell silent.

A dark green Jeep 212 parked aggressively at the very front of the line.

The car door opened, and four pairs of black military boots landed on the ground.

The leader was dressed in a dark green uniform, with a belt around his waist and a bulging holster.

Zhou Tiejun, head of the base's security section.