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

Harrison clearly mistook Section Chief Wang, who was dressed in a Zhongshan suit and had an impressive demeanor, for the person in charge of the project.

They treated Lin Xi as a frontline technician.

Section Chief Wang froze completely.

He originally came to reprimand Lin Xi for "running around" and being "disorganized and undisciplined".

He even had a draft in his head:

Go back and write a report to drive the Red Star Service Center out of the exhibition hall.

But now...

Looking into Harrison's expectant eyes.

He noticed the curious glances cast at him by other foreign businessmen around him.

Section Chief Wang felt like he was being roasted over a fire.

deny?

Is this some kind of filler project?

Wouldn't that be slapping the foreign guests in the face, and also slapping ourselves in the face?

Section Chief Wang took a deep breath and forced a stiff, official smile onto his face.

"Yes... Yes..."

Section Chief Wang responded in broken English, "This is our new technology."

When he said this, Section Chief Wang felt his teeth were aching.

He cursed Lin Xi a hundred times in his heart.

But his body honestly straightened its back.

He adopted a leader's air of "having everything under control".

"Lead the way."

Section Chief Wang turned to look at Lin Xi, his eyes filled with warning:

If you dare to mess up your performance, you'll be in big trouble when you get back!

Lin Xi smiled knowingly and made a "please" gesture.

"Please follow me." Little Zhao cleverly followed.

The group marched in a grand procession toward the deepest part of Hall C.

On the way, Lin Xi walked at the front.

Despite wearing the most unfashionable clothes, he exuded the aura of a leader.

Section Chief Wang and Harrison walked side by side behind him, with Harrison constantly asking about the parameters.

Inside the live stream, a real-time micro-expression analysis lesson is underway.

[Psychological Profiler]: Attention, host! Harrison touches his tie knot every ten steps, a sign of extreme anxiety. He's worried about what will happen if it's just a concept product and can't be mass-produced.

[The Wolf of Wall Street]: He just asked Section Chief Wang about "production capacity," and Section Chief Wang gave a vague answer. This is a good opportunity; we can use the shortage of production capacity to create a scarcity effect later.

[King of Knowledge]: I just passed by the cherry blossom exhibition area, and Harrison didn't even glance at it. This shows he's desensitized to prices above $50. As long as this fan can resolve his legal risks, price isn't an issue!

As Lin Xi watched the barrage of comments, her smile grew wider and wider.

This is just like playing cards.

I've already seen that your hand consists of two bad cards.

I hold the trump card, and I even know exactly what you're thinking when you place your bets.

This is hardly a negotiation.

This is a massacre.

Finally, the group passed through the rocket engine model area.

We arrived at that corner shrouded in shadow.

"Right here?" Harrison frowned.

Such an important "civilian aerospace" project was actually hidden behind a missile?

But the next second, his complaint was cut off.

In the dim light, the dark blue "Red Star Gentle Breeze" stood quietly on the crate.

There was no power.

But it's just that streamlined silhouette.

That high-end, matte finish.

And that bullet-shaped motor housing instantly shattered Harrison's aesthetic defenses.

Compared to those bulky, crude, and poorly made Russian and Chinese products with unpolished welds.

The machine in front of me is like throwing a fine piece of porcelain into a pile of earthenware jars.

Out of place.

But it also stands out from the crowd.

"Beautiful..." Harrison murmured to himself.

No electricity is needed. As a seasoned buyer, he could tell from the precision of the mold that it was definitely not a workshop product.

This is the kind of quality that only a top-tier industrial system can achieve!

He eagerly reached out his hand.

I want to touch that most crucial part—

Fan blades.

If it really is soft plastic...

If it really doesn't hurt your hands...

Just as Harrison's fingers were about to touch the fan blades.

"Smack."

A hand cut in and blocked him.

Lin Xi maintained that simple and honest smile.

But his eyes revealed an undeniable determination.

He did not demonstrate it by plugging it in.

Instead, he bent down in front of Harrison and Section Chief Wang.

I simply and neatly unplugged the plug that was originally in the socket.

Then he shook it in his hand.

The entire room fell silent.

Section Chief Wang's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets:

Are you crazy?!

The customer wants to inspect the goods, and you unplug the power?!

Harrison was also stunned: "Why?"

Lin Xi turned to look at the translator, Xiao Zhao.

His tone was as calm as if he were talking about the weather, but what he said sent chills down your spine.

"Translator Zhao, please tell this gentleman..."

"This typhoon fan uses the latest transonic aerodynamic design and rotates at extremely high speeds."

"You can check the performance."

"But the demonstration carries enormous risks."

Lin Xi paused, looked directly into Harrison's blue eyes, and slowly uttered a few words:

"Have him sign a liability waiver first, and make sure..."

"Be prepared to bleed."

Harrison was stunned.

Blood?

I just wanted to buy a safe plastic fan, and you're telling me this thing is more dangerous than a metal one?

Harrison's fat face twitched.

He instinctively pulled his hand back behind his back.

Section Chief Wang was so frightened that he almost covered Lin Xi's mouth, and scolded her in a low voice:

"Xiao Lin!"

"Foreign affairs are no small matter! Don't do anything reckless!"

Lin Xi ignored their fear.

He slowly and deliberately plugged in the power.

He pulled a pre-prepared, finger-thick cork stick from his pocket.

Its hardness mimics human bone, and it's covered with a layer of rubber that mimics skin and flesh.

"Everyone, watch carefully."

Lin Xi had a smile on her lips.

The moment the dark blue fan started spinning, he suddenly waved his hand!

With a resolute air, the cork stick slammed into the rapidly spinning fan blades!

"what!"

The translator, Xiao Zhao, screamed in fright and closed her eyes.

Harrison's eyes widened as well.

It's as if I can already see the horrific scene of wood chips and "flesh and blood" flying everywhere.

however--

"clatter!"

A soft sound.

There was no teeth-grinding cutting sound as expected.

The cork stick bounced off the mesh the moment it touched it, without even penetrating the mesh.

That's because the spacing of the mesh grille designed by Lin Xi is extremely tricky.

It fits perfectly at the limit size that a human finger cannot pass through.

But it's not over yet.

Lin Xi flicked her wrist and deliberately hooked the net with a wooden stick, pretending to accidentally knock the fan over.

"Bang!"

The fan tipped heavily to one side on the table.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the sound of the fan leaf shattering as it hit the ground.

But... no.

The world was as quiet as a tomb.

At the moment when the fan tilt angle exceeds 30 degrees.

The five dark blue fan blades stopped spinning instantly.

Only inertia carried the leaf lazily halfway around, and then it lay there quietly.

Like a docile cat that has folded its claws.

"This is our double insurance!"