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

Lin Xi straightened the fan and calmly looked at the dumbfounded Harrison.

"Encrypted mesh, physical isolation."

"Gravity sensor, power off if tipped over."

"Mr. Harrison, you can let your legal team go on vacation now."

"With this, Sears will never receive a summons for a finger injury again."

Harrison's blue pupils trembled violently.

He lunged forward, ignoring the earlier warning about "bloodshed".

He held the typhoon fan in his hands, as if caressing a lover's skin.

"My God..."

"This is just... just genius!"

As a seasoned purchasing agent, he knew all too well how destructive this thing could be.

At a time when the CPSC Act is causing headaches for home appliance manufacturers worldwide, this machine is a lifesaver!

"Where's the noise?"

Harrison looked up abruptly, his eyes filled with fanaticism.

"At such a high RPM, what are the noise levels?"

Lin Xi didn't say anything.

He pulled a very thin napkin from the table and gently placed it on the mesh cover.

The fan started up again.

The napkins were pressed firmly against the mesh cover by the wind.

The edges trembled only slightly, without shaking violently due to the turbulence.

Lin Xi pointed to the side, "Listen."

The exhibition hall was bustling with noise, like boiling water.

But in this tiny corner, if you close your eyes, you can't even feel the machine running.

Only a cool breeze, as delicate as silk, gently enveloped my skin.

"42 decibels."

Lin Xi presented a statistic that would be considered science fiction in this era.

"In comparison, the flagship model of Sakura Mitsubishi Electric is 55 decibels."

"and……"

Lin Xi gestured for Harrison to close his eyes.

"This is called 'forest laminar flow'."

"It's not a fan blowing on you, it's nature embracing you."

Harrison closed his eyes, feeling the gentle breeze that felt like a young girl's caress.

The chubby face, which had been tense from anxiety and the heat, visibly relaxed.

It lacks the harsh, mechanical feel of a mechanical beat.

It's just cool.

A refreshing coolness that penetrates to the core.

"I want it!"

Harrison suddenly opened his eyes.

With a wave of his hand, his capitalist greed was on full display.

"I'll take it all!"

"Offer a quote!"

The time for a real showdown has come.

Li, the section chief, is standing next to Huasheng Factory.

He had been eavesdropping the whole time, and now he clenched his fists even more nervously.

He screamed wildly in his heart:

Don't underreport your offer!

Don't underreport your offer!

If they quote $15, we're completely finished!

Meanwhile, Section Chief Wang frantically tried to signal to Lin Xi with his eyes, subtly making a "2" with his five fingers.

It means: $20!

That's already an astronomical price!

Lin Xi ignored it.

He was still sitting on that broken wooden box, fanning himself with a folding fan, and extending three slender fingers.

The translator, Xiao Zhao, tentatively asked, "13 US dollars?"

Section Chief Wang breathed a sigh of relief, and Section Chief Li also breathed a sigh of relief.

The price is low, but at least it's made of plastic, so it's reasonable.

"No."

Lin Xi shook her head, her voice clear and articulate.

$30.

"FOB (Free On Board)"

"Cough cough cough!"

Section Chief Wang couldn't catch his breath.

He coughed violently, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

crazy!

This kid's gone mad!

$30?

That's equivalent to 45 RMB!

This piece of junk costs at most a dozen dollars to make, and you dare to sell it for 45?

You know, how much does a ton of coal cost these days?

Section Chief Li, who was standing next to him, let out a sneer.

Are you obsessed with money?

A full-steel Watson fan only sells for $17, and you dare to sell a plastic basin for $30?

Sure enough, Harrison's face immediately darkened.

"young people."

Harrison's earlier enthusiasm vanished, replaced by a cold and professional tone.

Are you kidding me?

"A Triangle Motor's all-metal fan only costs $45."

"Why should an unknown Chinese brand like yours, made of plastic, sell for 30?"

"My target price is $12."

The atmosphere instantly plummeted to freezing point.

Section Chief Wang was sweating profusely and was about to try to smooth things over by lowering the price.

Lin Xi smiled.

He stood up and walked over to Harrison.

His height of 1.83 meters subtly overshadowed the fat man in terms of presence.

"Mr. Harrison, that's not how it works."

Lin Xi held up one finger.

"First, the fan from Japan weighs 12 kilograms."

"Our product uses aerospace-grade polymer composite materials and weighs only 3.5 kilograms."

"From China to Long Beach, ocean freight is calculated by weight."

"This typhoon fan can save you at least $5 in shipping costs alone."

Harrison paused for a moment, then the calculator in his eyes began to spin rapidly.

Lin Xi extended her second finger.

"Secondly, because of our 'zero-harm' design, you can save a huge amount of product liability insurance premiums."

"Even in marketing, they can use the 'child safety' label."

"Isn't the brand premium involved worth $10?"

Lin Xi extended her third finger and jabbed it directly into Harrison's heart.

"third."

"And that's the most important point."

"You're not buying a fan."

"You're buying Sears' lifeline this summer."

"No matter how good the fans are from Japan, if they can't pass the CPSC's safety inspection, they're just a pile of scrap metal."

"And I am your only choice."

"You can sell it for $69.9 instead of $30."

"Profit margins exceeding 100%."

"Mr. Harrison, one shouldn't be too greedy."

silence.

Dead silence.

The only sound was the distant rumble of large exhaust fans.

As he translated, Xiao Zhao secretly wiped away sweat.

I thought to myself, "This Manager Lin is really bold. Is he treating the foreigners like his grandsons?"

A full minute passed.

Harrison's gloomy face suddenly melted away like ice and snow.

"Hahahahaha!"

Harrison let out a hearty laugh.

He patted Lin Xi's shoulder hard, almost making her stumble.

"Great! Excellent!"

"I love a smart rascal like you!"

"make a deal!"

"Initial trial order of 10000 units! 30% deposit required!"

"Bang!"

This time, it was Section Chief Wang who dropped his water glass.

Not only him, but all the state-owned factory representatives who were watching around him had their jaws slammed into their feet.

10000 units?

$30 a unit?

A total price of $30?!

That's it... done?

In an era where $10,000 is considered a large sum, this is practically equivalent to robbing a bank of $300,000!

Section Chief Li of Huasheng Factory looked ashen-faced.

The all-steel fan that I used to be so proud of now felt as heavy as a piece of scrap metal.

He couldn't understand it, he really couldn't understand it, why could a plastic basin be sold at the price of gold?

Just as Harrison took out his gold-plated pen to sign, he suddenly stopped.

Those shrewd blue eyes were fixed on the fan blades, and his brows furrowed again.

"Wait, Lin."