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

This is so advanced!

It was so advanced that he worried it might be using some military parameters that hadn't been declassified yet.

Seeing Qian Lao looking like he was facing a formidable enemy, Lin Xi suddenly grinned, revealing a set of bright white teeth.

"No way!"

"Mr. Qian, please take another look."

"Not only will it not leak secrets, but it can also achieve the effect of 'strategic deception'!"

Lin Xi tapped the leaf and said:

"This thing looks scary, but it's actually a downgraded version."

"Although the Five Leaf Design uses aerospace concepts, its parameters and materials are civilian-grade and do not meet military strength."

"The key to achieving this effect lies in the breakthrough in product design philosophy."

"Plastic leaflets were used instead of iron leaflets."

"If foreigners insist on investigating further."

Lin Xi pointed to the base of the leaf:

"There's a trap here."

"Foreigners would be stunned by the amazing effect if they didn't take it apart."

"If they actually disassemble it and reverse engineer it..."

"Hehe, this is a misleading idea."

"This will cause them to seriously misjudge our level of fluid dynamics!"

"This is called—making the real appear real and the illusory appear illusory."

"We not only sell fans, but we also include a 'soothing potion' as a bonus."

Mr. Qian was stunned for a moment, looked at it carefully, and suddenly realized.

"You little brat..."

Old Qian sat back down in his chair, lit another cigarette, and pointed at Lin Xi.

"What a thief."

"That's because I learned it from you," Lin Xi said, seizing the opportunity.

"Stop being so glib." Old Qian exhaled a smoke ring, in a great mood.

"Since the technology is fine, let's talk business."

"How much are you planning to sell it for?"

"According to Huasheng Factory's export price, it's about $18 to $20."

Mr. Qian pondered,

"Your cost is low, so you can sell it for $15, which is about 22 RMB, and you'll make a profit."

In this era, earning foreign exchange is of paramount importance.

In order to seize the international market, dumping at low prices is the norm.

Lin Xi shook her head.

He held up three fingers.

$30.

"Cough cough cough!" Old Qian choked on a mouthful of smoke and coughed violently.

He stared wide-eyed at Lin Xi: "How much? 30?"

"At the current exchange rate, that's 45 yuan!"

"How much did this piece of junk cost to make?"

"Reporting, sir." Lin Xi stood at attention, his voice booming.

"Including labor, utilities, and raw materials, the cost is 12 yuan."

The cost is 12 yuan.

It sells for 45 yuan.

And it was sold to shrewd foreign devils?

"This is robbery!" Old Qian laughed and scolded.

"What kind of business is this?"

"This isn't robbery, this is technology premium," Lin Xi said confidently.

"The best silent fan on the market right now is from Japan, with a retail price of $60-$80 and a shipping price of $45-$60."

"Ours is better than those from Japan in terms of quietness, comfort, and industrial design."

"Retail price is $70, shipping price is $30, there will definitely be a rush to buy it!"

"We'll see."

Lin Xi lowered his voice, his eyes flashing with a light called "ambition".

Is it a skill to make money off your own people?

"Earning foreign exchange, that's real skill."

Old Qian looked at the young man in front of him.

Despite wearing a rustic cotton-padded jacket, he exuded a confidence and greed that seemed to emanate from his very bones (towards external enemies).

Surprisingly, this old revolutionary found it incredibly pleasing to the eye.

"it is good."

Mr. Qian stubbed out his cigarette and nodded emphatically.

"Heartless."

"However, our country is currently short of foreign exchange."

"We need heartless capitalists like you to rob us!"

"I'll apply for tickets to the Canton Fair!"

……

Three days later, in Beijing.

Under the gray sky, the Soviet-style building of the Seventh Ministry of Machinery Industry (Ministry of Aerospace Industry) appeared particularly solemn and dignified.

Foreign Affairs Bureau, Foreign Trade Division.

Director Jiang Ye was buried under a mountain of approval documents on his desk, leaving only half his head visible.

"Director Jiang, these are the exhibition projects submitted by the Northwest Base."

Clerk Xiao Li handed me a document.

"The note was personally approved by Professor Qian."

Jiang Ye pushed up his thick-rimmed glasses and took the document.

"Red Star Labor Service Center..."

"An electric fan?"

Jiang Ye's brows furrowed instantly.

He was worried about the display booth for the Long March rocket model, as it was large, had high confidentiality requirements, and the space was limited.

But we couldn't refuse to give Mr. Qian face.

Jiang Ye took out a map of the Canton Fair booths from his drawer; it was the exhibition area of ​​the Seventh Ministry of Machinery Industry.

He casually drew a circle behind the large machinery, where it was obscured.

"Give them a seat here."

"Just give me a table."

Xiao Li was stunned for a moment:

"Director Jiang, this location..."

"Isn't it too remote?"

"This space should be enough for one electric fan."

Jiang Ye waved his hand impatiently.

He continued to bury himself in reviewing documents concerning precision machine tools and rocket propellants.

"Let them set it up for fun, just don't let it get in the way of important matters."

"Our main character this time is the big one."

……

While applying for a spot at the Canton Fair, Lin Xi was also busy.

On the one hand, 20 "Red Star · Gentle Breeze" cars were given to Manager Sun of Dongfeng Department Store.

Ask him to promote it within the department store system and see who is willing to distribute it and develop the domestic market.

After the previous incident, Dongfeng Department Store has become a staunch ally of the service company.

Lin Xi didn't have the energy to expand domestic department store channels, so she left that to Manager Sun, so they could all make money together.

On the other hand, he also prepared some small surprises.

At that moment, Sun Erga was squatting on the ground.

Holding several brochures that had just been rushed out of the printing factory, his mouth was agape, wide enough to fit an egg.

"By...Manager."

Sun Erga's hands were shaking.

"Is that our fan in the picture?"

It was a two-color printed booklet.

Against a deep black background, only a beam of sidelight illuminates the smooth outline of "Red Star · Gentle Breeze".

If you don't look closely, you can't tell it's plastic at all; it just looks like a mysterious metal from the future.

Accompanied by GG's comments in Chinese, English, French, and German:

【The Silent Revolution from the East】

(A silent revolution from the East)

The layout is minimalist, with bold use of white space.

There are no tacky elements like bright red and green, only a sophisticated "minimalist" style that hits you right in the face.

This is Lin Xi in her live stream.

Make top graphic designers in 2025 "free" to do layouts.

They spent a lot of money to have it printed by the best printing factory.

"This booklet..." Sun Erga swallowed hard.

"It looks more expensive than the actual product we have."

"That's called packaging."

Lin Xi picked up a booklet and gently tapped the cover.

It made a crisp "snap" sound.

"Erga, I've got it."

"We're not going to set up street stalls when we get to Guangzhou."

"We're going to teach those foreigners what—"

"Industrial aesthetics".