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

This is not one of those bulky, dark, and rough iron lumps on the market.

The deep, cool "Aerospace Blue" paint scheme.

Under the pressure of Li Jianguo's high-gloss aluminum mold.

It somehow managed to make the recycled PP material reflect a metallic texture like tank armor.

Even the back cover of the motor is full of clever design details.

Lin Xi abandoned the traditional cylindrical shape and directly replicated the streamlined "bullet head" curve of the "Red Star 2" satellite's power cabin.

In addition, the NACA submerged guide channels are faintly visible on both sides—

This isn't a fan; it's industrial aesthetics shoved right onto your face.

"This...this is a fan?"

Sun Erga reached out halfway but then pulled his hand back, wiping his sweaty hands vigorously on his pants, afraid that the oil on his hands would defile this treasure.

"Wow, why does this thing look even more expensive than the sophisticated equipment in our base?"

Lin Xi didn't speak, but stretched out a slender finger and lightly touched the row of ivory-white piano key switches on the base.

"Click".

The crisp, clean mechanical feedback sound provides an excellent tactile experience.

Immediately afterwards, the five translucent leaves instantly transformed into a blurry shadow.

Everyone instinctively took a step back.

In this day and age, the noise of a fan spinning is almost the same as a helicopter taking off, often accompanied by earth-shaking vibrations.

However, one second, two seconds...

The world is eerily quiet.

Due to the physical compression of the cement base.

In addition, Wang Dapao's missile-level dynamic balancing adjustment.

The entire machine is as stable as a rock.

The enamel mug placed on the table didn't even ripple on the surface of the water inside.

Only the faint rustling sound of leaves cutting through the air could be heard, like silkworms eating leaves.

"It's broken? It's not turning?"

Before anyone could react...

A gentle breeze, like a wisp of water flowing through the depths of a forest, instantly soothed the heat in the workshop.

That wasn't the harsh, slapping airflow of a three-bladed fan.

Instead, it is a delicate, even, and seemingly all-pervasive silk that gently wraps around the skin.

Liu Guihua closed her eyes, looking completely absorbed, her expression as if she had returned to the time when she was eighteen and was enjoying the shade under a tree.

"Good heavens... why does this breeze feel so comforting?"

"It feels like someone is giving you a massage."

The live stream room was now in complete chaos.

[This kind of industrial aesthetic, if showcased at a 2025 product launch, would be something even a CEO could brag about for half an hour!]

[This level of quietness, this leaf curvature—it's a game-changer, absolutely a game-changer!]

[Host, please provide the link! Email me one, I also want to feel the forest breeze of 1980.]

After a long silence.

Liu Guihua opened her eyes, her voice trembling slightly, even carrying a hint of naiveté and humility.

"Manager Lin..."

"This stuff we made is really good."

"It's so good it's making me...feel uneasy."

She carefully touched the smooth, mirror-like outer shell:

"We're a bunch of shoe repairmen and pot menders, looked down upon by everyone... can we really make something like this?"

"Are we... even worthy of selling it? It'd fetch an astronomical price, wouldn't it?"

This timeless sophistication inspired in them an instinctive awe of industrial power.

"Bang!"

Lin Xi lifted the fan with one hand and slammed it heavily onto the worktable. The concrete base emitted a dull, resounding thud, waking everyone up.

Lin Xi's gaze swept over the crowd with piercing intensity, his tone carrying an undeniable air of dominance:

"If we only sell it to the workers at the base, then we are not worthy."

"Erga, Sister Liu, you need to broaden your perspective."

"What I want is not to be king and tyrant in this small piece of land."

"We're going to take it to Shanghai, to Guangzhou, and to the Canton Fair!"

"We want to show those foreign businessmen who are used to imported goods what a disruptive force from China's aerospace industry truly is!"

"Manager Lin, the...Canton Fair?"

Sun Erga swallowed hard, his voice barely audible.

"That's right, the Canton Fair."

Lin Xi answered decisively!

Erga said, "Getting a spot at the Canton Fair isn't that easy!"

"Every participating organization went there with a specific mission."

"We're just a service center, are we qualified?"

Lin Xi said, her tone full of confidence:

"That's definitely enough."

......

The eighth day of the first lunar month is an auspicious day for travel and for receiving wealth.

Inside the fifth workshop, Lin Xi slammed a thick mimeographed booklet onto the table.

The cover has five big characters: "Foolproof Operation Manual".

"Cannon, practice like this."

Lin Xi pointed to the hand-drawn breakdown diagrams in the booklet.

"This is a step-by-step tutorial."

"There are more pictures than words, so even those who can't read can understand it."

"Where to apply oil, where to tighten screws, it's all marked in red."

"This is called SOP, Standard Operating Procedure."

Wang Dapao flipped through a few pages, his eyes wide with surprise.

This isn't an instruction manual; it's practically feeding you!

Every step has been broken down to the extreme, even the number of turns a screw needs to be tightened is specified.

Lin Xi dusted off her hands and said in a serious tone:

"While I'm gone, the workshop will be in your and Sister Liu's hands."

"Let's build the little sun step by step."

"If the quality drops, I'll hold you responsible when you come back."

"Don't worry!" Wang Dapao thumped his chest loudly.

"Even if there's a missing screw, or a defective product gets out, I'll shave my head off and let you kick it around like a football!"

Lin Xi smiled, turned around, picked up the box containing the deluxe edition of "Red Star: Gentle Breeze", and pushed open the door to leave.

The snow outside has melted, revealing the hard frozen soil underneath.

It's time to go see the real "Great Buddha".

……

Headquarters, Qian Lao's office.

The room was very warm, and the air was filled with a strong smell of tobacco.

Mr. Qian held an internal reference document in his hand, his brows furrowed.

That was a recent aerodynamic layout analysis of McDonnell Douglas's F-15 fighter jet, revealing a huge technological gap between the lines.

"Old Qian."

Lin Xi entered the room and gently placed the box on the corner of the table.

Old Qian put down the internal reference and rubbed his temples:

"It's here? You brought the things?"

Lin Xi didn't waste any words and directly opened the X box.

The dark blue "Red Star Gentle Breeze" lay quietly on the velvet lining.

Mr. Qian glanced at it.

When his gaze fell upon the five strangely twisted fan blades, his previously weary eyes froze instantly.

He stood up, strode over to the fan, and ran his fingers along the edge of the blades.

The sensation from his fingertips told him that this was more than just a piece of plastic.

"Plug it in." Old Qian's voice was unreadable.

Lin Xi did as instructed.

"Click." The piano key is pressed.

There was no vibration, no noise, only a gentle, laminar breeze that felt substantial.

Old Qian closed his eyes, feeling the frequency of the airflow passing between his fingers.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and there were two cold glints like sharp swords.

"This design..."

"Will this leak our trade secrets?"