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

"You make fans."

"You'll always be dealing with people in the industry."

Wang Bin handed the note to Lin Xi, but his eyes went past him.

It landed on Wang Yu, who was busy nearby.

In that instant, a complex emotion flashed in the eyes of this serious middle-aged man.

There was guilt, relief, and a deeply hidden pride.

This child is like him.

He's not talkative, but he's got things done.

"If I have the opportunity to go to Shanghai later."

Wang Bin withdrew his gaze and reverted to his usual cold and aloof demeanor.

"You can go find Xue Jianhua, the deputy director of Huasheng Fan Factory."

He was my classmate when I was studying abroad.

"Tell him that I sent you."

Lin Xi took the note and stared at the flowing, elegant handwriting on it, her heart pounding.

Shanghai Huasheng!

That's a time-honored Chinese brand, representing half of the fan industry!

Even in 2025, Watson's name will still be widely known.

This is a "clearance document".

He was also a father who could pave the widest path for his illegitimate son whom he could not acknowledge.

"Thank you, Director!"

Lin Xi gave a solemn salute.

Then, without any hesitation, he turned and shouted at Wang Yu,

"Wang Yu!"

"What are you standing there for?"

"Quickly thank Director Wang!"

Wang Yu paused for a moment, then looked up.

Eyes facing each other.

The father and son stood apart from each other by the cold injection molding machine, neither of them speaking.

After a long silence, Wang Yu bowed deeply to Wang Bin.

"Thank you... Director Wang."

Wang Bin didn't say anything, he just turned his back and waved his hand.

"Alright, stop getting in my way."

"After you've finished processing this batch of leaves, get out of here."

Watching Wang Bin's figure disappear behind the office door, Lin Xi clenched the note in her hand.

Worth it.

They earned respect not only through technology.

They also managed to get a ticket to Shanghai.

"Cannon! Wang Yu!"

Lin Xi waved his hand triumphantly.

"Full speed ahead!"

"Aim to produce 100 leaves within two hours!"

"Once the Lunar New Year is over, let's take 'Red Star' and go all out!"

......

Workshop 5.

Outside, the cold wind howled, while inside, it was bustling with activity.

Sun Erga looked at the operation in front of him.

My eyeballs almost fell into the cement bucket.

"Manager, what's wrong with us...?"

"Isn't it a bit too dark?"

He pointed to the row of freshly molded fan base shells on the table.

It was hollow, like a plastic basin.

At this moment, Lin Xi was directing him to pour in cheap building cement mortar.

"Other people's fans have solid cast iron bases, which are sturdy and presentable."

Sun Erga wiped the dust off his face, his voice weak.

"If the buyer finds out we're pouring cement like this..."

"Won't they tear down our workshop?"

The few thugs watching also whispered among themselves.

"Exactly, isn't this just fooling people?"

"A plastic shell filled with mud, can this thing actually be sold?"

Lin Xi didn't say anything.

After the cement hardened and the specially made sealing cover was put on, Chongsun Erga waved to him.

"Come on, try mentioning it."

Sun Erga looked suspicious and reached out to pick it up.

In his opinion, how heavy could this plastic basin be?

"Heave-ho!"

He used all his strength, but his wrist suddenly sank.

Holy crap!

Sun Erga exclaimed in surprise, "It's so heavy?"

That feeling of weight and pressure in your hand.

It was even more stable than the most expensive Watson brand cast iron base he had ever seen.

Lin Xi dusted off her hands and calmly surveyed the entire room.

"Even if it's made from scrap iron, a cast iron base would cost at least 5 yuan."

"Including sanding, painting, and rust prevention, it won't be less than 6 yuan."

He pointed to the cement bucket.

"The plastic shell of this base costs 50 cents, and the cement and sand cost 15 cents."

"Sixty-five cents in total."

"The effect is exactly the same as a 6-dollar cast iron, and even better because the center of gravity is lower."

"It spins more steadily than a cast iron one."

"We explained to our customers that this is called a 'polymer composite base'."

"We pass on the savings of more than 5 yuan in costs to consumers."

"Do they want the heavy iron that costs 6 yuan, or the heavy mud that can save them the cost of a few kilograms of meat?"

The live stream chat was flooded with comments.

[Hahaha, what the hell is this polymer composite base!]

[Host, you're a marketing savvy person. This is one of the most common business secrets of the 21st century.]

Low emotional intelligence: like cement weight distribution; high emotional intelligence: like the rock-solid balance of heavy industry.

[A shrewd businessman! But I love him!]

"Alright, stop standing there, assemble the mesh cover." Lin Xi interrupted everyone's shock.

The workers instinctively reached into their toolboxes, looking for screwdrivers and bolts.

In 1980, how could you manufacture large appliances without dozens of screws?

"Stop looking."

Lin Xi picked up an encrypted mesh cover, revealing the ingenious invisible fasteners along the edges.

"Aim at the card slot and press with both hands."

"Click!"

A crisp, clear bite sound.

Not a single screw was used; everything fit perfectly.

This "hook and loop design" will be commonplace in 2025.

In 1980, however, it resembled some kind of advanced magic.

The workers stared at the smooth, flat mesh cover, where not even a screw hole could be seen, and were utterly speechless.

"Well... for future cleaning, you can just pry it open with your hands, right?"

Liu Guihua explored it with delight, exclaiming, "This is so much easier than trying to tighten it with a screwdriver!"

"That's what you call the warmth of industrial design."

Lin Xi didn't have time to explain further; he turned to look at Wang Dapao.

"Cannon, come in with me."

He pulled Wang Dapao into the small warehouse with its doors and windows tightly closed.

In the center of the warehouse, there is a simple suspended support.

Lin Xi took out the five transparent ABS fan blades, which were just injection molded from the power room and looked like works of art.

"Cannon, you've got it."

Lin Xi's expression was more serious than ever before. "The secret to keeping the fan from shaking and making no noise lies in this step."

"This is called dynamic balancing."

"A difference of a hair's breadth can lead to a difference of a thousand miles."

He patiently taught Wang Dapao how to find the point of deviation from the center of gravity.

How to use a scraper to scrape off a small amount of plastic from the thicker part on the back of a blade.

Until the fan blades can hover at any position.

In this era, dynamic balancing technology of this level is often a closely guarded secret in aerospace laboratories.

Wang Dapao held his breath.

His hands, covered in thick calluses, were trembling slightly at that moment.

"manager……"

"This...this is how you taught me?"

In this era where "the disciple starves the master,"...

Wang Dapao was so moved by this unreserved trust that his eyes welled up with tears.

"Because from now on, I can only trust you to get through this hurdle."

Lin Xi patted him on the shoulder.

"Your hands are not only capable of wielding a sledgehammer, but also of performing delicate tasks on the scale of missiles."

Wang Dapao suddenly wiped his eyes.

He replied with a single, muffled voice:

"kindness!"

An hour later.

When the last step is completed.

The final product was named "Red Star · Gentle Breeze".

Standing quietly under the dim workshop lights.

An eerie silence fell over the entire workshop.

All the workers stopped what they were doing and stared blankly at this "work of art".