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

"This...so many?"

Director Zhou took the contract, even though his English wasn't very good.

But the long string of "0"s and "USD" symbols stung his eyes.

Xue Jianhua panicked too, leaned over to take a look, and his face instantly turned deathly pale:

"This...this kid is bluffing us, right?"

"What kind of severe penalty is this?"

"You can call the Ministry of Foreign Trade to verify whether it's a scam or not."

Lin Xi turned around and pointed to the telephone in the reception room.

"Pan Am cargo planes are already waiting at Hongqiao Airport."

"The empty cabin fee is two thousand US dollars per hour. From now on, this fee will be charged to the First Aircraft Department?"

Director Zhou took a deep breath and glared fiercely at Xue Jianhua.

You came here to report market disruptions, not to create a diplomatic incident!

"Let's go inside and talk."

Director Zhou shoved the unlit cigarette back into Lin Xi's hand, his tone softening slightly.

"As long as it's for the country's foreign exchange earnings, any issue can be discussed."

……

Factory Director's Office.

A broken wooden table and two glasses of plain water.

Lin Xi sat in the main seat, with Zhao Dagang standing behind him as a doorman.

Opposite him were Director Zhou and Xue Jianhua, who seemed restless.

"Manager Lin, I understand the situation." Director Zhou tapped the table.

"Earning foreign exchange is a major issue, so we should handle it as a special case."

"But that doesn't mean you can ignore industry regulations."

"Huasheng Factory is a state-designated electric fan production base. If you do this, Big Brother will go hungry."

Xue Jianhua quickly replied:

"Yes! We have several thousand workers at Watson."

"Due to your dumping of low prices, our products are now unsaleable!"

Who will be responsible for this loss?

See the picture poorly.

This is their real purpose for coming today—

Picking peaches.

"So, what does Director Zhou mean?" Lin Xi asked knowingly.

"Integrate." Director Zhou waved his hand.

"Merge the 'Red Star' project into Huasheng Factory."

"The technology, molds, and orders have all been transferred."

"Hongfeng Factory serves as a partner factory, assisting in production."

"As for the profits, we can leave you 20%."

Xue Jianhua straightened his back, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes.

As long as he gets his hands on that mirror mold and the formula, Watson can turn things around!

Zhao Dagang was trembling with rage. This wasn't integration; it was outright robbery!

This is like taking away the golden goose that is Hongfeng Factory, and kicking the chicken farmer while doing so!

Lin Xi smiled.

He laughed loudly, laughing so hard he was doubled over.

"Director Zhou, you may have misunderstood something."

Lin Xi stopped laughing and leaned forward.

"The current situation is not that Huasheng Factory is starving."

"It's not that this bowl of rice is too hard; Hongfeng Factory alone can't handle it, or it will burst."

Lin Xi took another piece of paper out of her briefcase—

That was Harrison's additional letter of intent last night.

The National Weather Service predicts that North America will experience record-breaking heatwaves this June.

Harrison placed an additional order for 100,000 units last night.

"The subsequent shortage is estimated at 500,000 units."

"Five hundred thousand units?"

Xue Jianhua was so shocked that he stood up abruptly, not even bothering to steady the chair that had fallen to the ground.

"You...you must be kidding me?"

"This is the amount our factory produces in a year, and that's after we significantly expanded our production capacity this year!"

"I'm not joking." Lin Xi stared into Xue Jianhua's eyes.

"Even if Hongfeng Factory works its hardest, it can only produce a maximum of 30,000 units a month."

"The remaining 470,000 units will amount to 4.7 million US dollars."

Lin Xi paused, his voice becoming low and seductive:

"This money is just lying on the ground."

"If Huasheng Factory doesn't pick it up, I'll go find the Diamond brand from Guangzhou and the Panda brand from Nanjing."

"As for the production capacity issue you mentioned, we don't use screws, we use clips, and the blades are formed in one piece."

"We have established a standard operating procedure (SOP) production line at Hongfeng, with a production capacity that is now greater than that of Huasheng..."

"More than 8 times higher!"

Director Zhou's breathing became rapid.

Four million seven hundred thousand US dollars! This is an achievement that could propel his career to new heights!

"Then...then Huasheng Factory should take charge of the overall coordination!" Xue Jianhua shouted urgently.

"We have a large production capacity! We have five production lines!"

"On what grounds?" Lin Xi retorted.

"Because we're the big brother! Because we're the regular army of the First Ministry of Machine Building!"

"Regular army?" Lin Xi scoffed, tapping his fingers lightly on the table.

"Director Xue, does your regular army have this kind of mold?"

"Does this formula exist? Is this patented?"

"Without Red Star's technology, what you're producing is just industrial waste."

Are the people of the "beacon of democracy" also idiots?

Xue Jianhua was speechless, his face turning a deep purplish-red.

Director Zhou, being a seasoned veteran, understood the underlying meaning in Lin Xi's words.

"Manager Lin, do you have a plan?" Director Zhou stared at Lin Xi.

"have."

Lin Xi took out the third document she had prepared beforehand from her bag—

Technology Licensing and Subcontract Manufacturing Agreement.

"I don't engage in mergers or consolidations."

"We're doing—authorization."

Lin Xi pushed the agreement in front of Director Zhou.

"The core technologies and design patents belong to the Seventh Ministry of Machinery Industry."

"Huasheng Factory, as an authorized manufacturer, uses our mold data and material formulas for production."

"All export orders will be handled by me."

"As for the distribution of profits..." Lin Xi held up two fingers.

"For domestic sales, I'll take 2 RMB from each unit sold."

"I'll take $10 from each unit exported."

"What?!" Xue Jianhua screamed like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Ten dollars? Why don't you just rob someone?"

"A typhoon fan only costs $30, and you're asking for a third of it?"

"That's a 'technical service fee'," Lin Xi said coldly, looking at him.

"Director Xue, you don't have to give it to me."

"Then you can just stay and watch your all-steel fan slip through your fingers for four million seven hundred thousand dollars."

"You..." Xue Jianhua pointed at Lin Xi, his hand trembling like someone with Parkinson's disease.

Too bad!

This is blatant bloodsucking!

Huasheng Factory provides manpower, land, and equipment, and assumes production risks.

As a result, the fattest piece of meat was eaten by this guy while he was sitting in his office?

"Director Zhou, this is not in accordance with the rules!"

Xue Jianhua pleaded with his superiors for help, exclaiming, "This is a loss of state-owned assets!"

"What's being lost?" Lin Xi interrupted him.

"Huasheng Factory couldn't even sell a single unit overseas."

"Now each machine can earn a processing fee of ten dollars, which can support thousands of workers and idle equipment."

"This is called revitalizing existing assets!"

Lin Xi turned to look at Director Zhou and unleashed her final trump card.

"Director Zhou, I will settle this foreign exchange through the Shanghai branch of Huaguo Bank."

"Although it was nominally a project of the Seventh Ministry of Machinery Industry, the output value and export volume, apart from the portion given to our service agency, were all actually attributed to the Shanghai industrial system."

"This is an achievement of the Ministry of Machine Building, and it is also your achievement."

"You understand this better than I do."

Director Zhou remained silent.

He picked up the agreement, looked at it again and again, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Ten minutes of deathly silence.

Xue Jianhua was still rambling on when Director Zhou suddenly raised his hand and stopped him.

"sign."

This single word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.