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

Zhou Tiejun was followed by three fully armed officers.

They carried semi-automatic rifles on their backs and held glaringly white papers in their hands.

That's a seal.

The crowd, which was originally excited by the rush to buy, was now in a frenzy.

It was like being choked by an invisible hand, and then there was an instant silence.

Everyone instinctively stepped back, making way for a large open space.

In this day and age, getting a call from the security department is rarely a good thing.

"Who is Lin Xi?" Zhou Tiejun's eyes were like an eagle's, and his voice was deep and stern.

"Here it is!"

"Section Chief, he's in that room!"

A sharp voice rang out.

Zhao Laizi jumped out from behind the jeep.

He had changed into clean clothes.

Although his face was still injured, his smug arrogance was practically overflowing.

He pointed to the door and howled loudly:

"This is an illegal operation!"

"That Lin Xi is the leader!"

"Speculation and profiteering, setting up slush funds—the evidence is conclusive!"

"Seal it off! Shut down this illegal operation!"

"Arrest them all and put them in jail!"

Zhao Laizi jumped up and down, his finger almost poking Wang Dapao's nose:

"Hey big guy, you dare to be so cocky?"

"The security team is here today. Let's see if you dare to lay a hand on me again!"

Wang Dapao's eyes widened, and just as he clenched his fist, Sun Erga grabbed him tightly around the waist.

"Brother Pao! Don't be impulsive!"

"That's a real gun!"

Sun Erga was so frightened that his face turned pale and his legs started to cramp.

inside the house.

The account book in Liu Guihua's hand fell to the table with a "thud," and her whole body trembled.

"Manager Lin... what should we do?"

"The security guards are all here..."

"Are we going to go to jail?"

Lin Xi closed the pen and gently screwed on the cap.

The movements were slow and methodical.

"What's the panic?"

Lin Xi stood up, straightened her collar, and picked up the account book on the table, tucking it under her arm.

He glanced at the trembling crowd and chuckled softly:

"Let's go out and take a look."

The live stream chat exploded instantly:

[Holy crap! Memorable scene alert! BGM starts!]

Why am I no longer panicked when I see a real gun? I even feel like laughing a little?

[The streamer's composure is absolutely amazing! This prelude to his boasting is off the charts!]

[Lin Xi: I'm not pretending anymore, I'm coming clean, I'm a high-level player.]

[As long as the protagonist doesn't panic, it's always the villain who's panicking—that's an ironclad rule!]

Lin Xi pushed open the door and walked up the steps.

The cold wind rustled the hem of his clothes. He stood on high ground, his gaze calmly meeting Zhou Tiejun's.

There was no fear, no pandering.

There was even a hint of...amusing mockery, like someone watching a show.

When Zhao Laizi saw the person in question appear, he was so excited that his face turned bright red.

He pointed at Lin Xi, spitting as he spoke, wanting to vent all the anger he had suffered over the past few days.

"Section Chief Zhou! That's him!"

"Look at that room, it's full of money!"

"That's the people's blood and sweat!"

"He must be arrested and paraded through the streets!"

Zhou Tiejun was stunned for a moment.

He hadn't expected this so-called "leader" to be so young, and...

It looks familiar.

By the way, Zhou Tiejun was also present the day that Mr. Qian summoned this kid.

However, he left very early and was unaware of the special approval.

"Comrade Lin Xi," Zhou Tiejun said, his hand still on his holster, maintaining his professional vigilance.

"Someone has reported that you abused your power to embezzle state-owned assets, engaged in speculative activities, and set up a slush fund."

"This is a serious matter, and we need to investigate."

A commotion arose in the crowd.

In this era, the term "speculation and profiteering" is an extremely severe accusation.

At best, they'll spend their lives in jail; at worst, they'll be shot.

Liu Guihua's legs went weak, and she had to hold onto the door frame to keep from collapsing.

Sun Erga turned ashen-faced and instinctively tried to block the money box inside the room.

Only Lin Xi gently patted away non-existent dust from her cuffs.

"Section Chief Zhou, evidence is crucial in handling cases."

Lin Xi's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly pierced through the wind and snow.

"Since Master Zhao says I embezzled assets, let's go through it item by item."

He turned his head to look at Sun Erga, who was huddled in the back:

"Erga, take out the supplies allocation form and stick it on the door."

Sun Erga trembled as he pulled a stack of receipts from his pocket.

"Post it." Lin Xi only uttered one word.

Sun Erga gritted his teeth, found some glue, and slammed the papers hard against the wooden door.

"This is a waste material disposal form issued by the base's supplies department."

Lin Xi pointed to the receipts, her tone flat.

"Every screw, every pound of aluminum plate, every meter of resistance wire has a number, the signature of the person in charge, and the official seal of the materials department."

He looked at Zhou Tiejun:

"Section Chief Zhou is an expert; he should be able to tell that these things are all 'scrap' on the books."

"According to the base's regulations, using scrapped materials for self-rescue production doesn't count as misappropriation of assets, right?"

Zhou Tiejun took two steps closer and glanced at it.

Indeed, the paperwork was complete, the red stamps were glaringly obvious, and it was impeccable.

Zhao Laizi panicked: "Then...where's the money?!"

"You made so much money!"

"I saw it all, a whole box of 'Big Unity' (a unit of currency)!"

"You must have taken a share!"

"Sister Liu," Lin Xi snapped her fingers, "passbooks, ledgers."

Liu Guihua tremblingly handed over a small red book and a bankbook.

Lin Xi took it and handed it directly to Zhou Tiejun:

"These are the passbooks and ledgers for the 'Red Star Labor Service Center Collective Account'."

"All inflows and outflows are recorded in the ledgers; the whereabouts of every penny are traceable."

"All the money, after deducting costs, is in the collective account, not a penny less."

Zhou Tiejun opened the passbook.

The numbers are astonishing, but the names of the account holders are even more astonishing—

Hongxing Labor Service Center collective account.

This means that the huge sum of money did not belong to Lin Xi personally, but to the public.

"This..." Zhao Laizi was dumbfounded.

He never dreamed that someone could resist pocketing a huge sum of money, several thousand yuan.

Is this person an idiot?

The live stream chat was flooded with comments:

This is called "vision"! People like Zhao Laizi, with their short-sightedness, will never understand what long-term investment is.

[Clear separation of public and private matters, and transparent accounting—this "golden cicada shedding its shell" tactic was executed flawlessly!]

[Is Lai Zi Ge sweating buckets?]

[Lin Xi: Not only will I not take it, I'll also make sure you can't find anything wrong with it. Aren't you angry?]

"The accounts are fine, the supplies are fine."

Zhou Tiejun closed the passbook, his expression softening slightly, but his tone remained firm.

"However, Lin Xi's unauthorized production and sale of electrical appliances involves a business license issue."

"You still can't get rid of the label of 'speculation and profiteering'."

"Even if the money is in a public account, the act itself is still against the rules."

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes!"

Zhao Laizi, as if grasping at a straw, screamed.

"This is an illegal workshop!"

Operating without a license!

"Arrest him! Arrest him now!"

Lin Xi smiled.

This is the moment he's been waiting for.

He slowly and deliberately pulled a piece of paper from the ledger folder under his arm.

The paper was well protected, flat and white, standing straight even in the cold wind.

At the very top of the paper, a line of bright red characters stood out starkly against the gray and white background.

[Approval Regarding the Pilot Program for Technological Innovation and External Business Operations of Hongxing Labor Service Center]

The signature at the very bottom, that bright red square seal, made everyone present who could read gasp in shock.

[Base Headquarters]

Lin Xi, clutching the paper, took a step forward and thrust it directly at Zhao Laizi's terrified face.

"Did you see it clearly?"

Lin Xi's voice suddenly turned cold, "This is a document personally approved by the General Command!"

"We are allowed to 'operate independently, assume responsibility for our own profits and losses, and be bold in innovation'!"

"Are you going to arrest me?"

Lin Xi suddenly turned to look at Zhou Tiejun, raising the document in her hand, exuding an aura of authority.

"Section Chief Zhou, are you going to shut down the reform pilot program that was personally approved by the General Headquarters?"

"Are you trying to slap Mr. Qian in the face?"