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

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Meanwhile, on the other side of the ocean.

Langley, Virginia, the United States.

In a windowless war analysis room, the projector beams were particularly glaring amidst the swirling smoke.

On the screen was a high-resolution magnified image of the "Red Star" fan blades.

"Gentlemen, the situation is more serious than we thought."

An intelligence officer in a gray suit pointed at the screen, his voice filled with anxiety.

"This is more than just a fan."

"Look at the edge treatment of this blade, and the sunken guide channel design."

"If this silencing technology were scaled up a hundredfold and applied to submarine propellers..."

The intelligence officer paused, then lowered his voice:

"This could render our sonar systems deaf."

At the conference table, several high-ranking military officers, all bearing the rank of general, sat up straight, exchanging bewildered glances.

The Red Faction's submarine stealth technology has always been a major concern for them.

Could it be that the ancient Eastern power has already made a breakthrough in the field of fluid mechanics?

"Cough cough."

From the corner came a soft cough filled with arrogance.

An elderly man with gray hair and thick-rimmed glasses stood up.

He is the Pentagon’s chief aerodynamics expert and Professor Smith of Stanford University.

"This line of reasoning is utterly absurd and hysterical."

Professor Smith walked up to the screen, holding a pointer in his hand, and began to tap the base of the fan blades without any politeness.

"Is this what you call 'cutting-edge technology'?"

The professor pointed to a seemingly inconspicuous little protrusion at the base of the leaf.

That was a "flaw" that Lin Xi deliberately left in the design.

To the average person, it's just decoration;

To a novice, it was mysterious Eastern metaphysics;

But in the eyes of top experts, that is a fatal flaw.

"Do you see this reverse vortex generation structure?"

Professor Smith adjusted his glasses, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"This design does reduce noise and increase airflow gentleness on low-speed fans."

"but!"

The professor's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"Once the rotation speed exceeds 3000 revolutions per minute, or when applied in a high-pressure underwater environment, this structure will produce a violent cavitation effect."

"If a submarine used this design, the propeller would shatter itself due to cavitation bursts as soon as it accelerates!"

"This is not cutting-edge technology at all."

Professor Smith threw his pointer on the table and made his conclusion.

"This is a kind of opportunistic industrial cleverness designed solely for civilian comfort."

"It could even be said that this design approach is extremely naive, completely failing to consider operating conditions at high Mach numbers." (See Chapter 37)

"Chinese people..." The professor shook his head, his face filled with regret and disdain.

"In terms of the fundamental theories of fluid mechanics, we are at least 10 years behind."

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A collective sigh of relief filled the conference room.

The generals relaxed their furrowed brows and leaned back in their chairs.

"I knew it!" A lieutenant general lit a cigar.

"They can't even get enough to eat, how could they possibly make something like this?"

"Since it's just a civilian toy, we can ignore it."

The intelligence officer awkwardly put away the documents.

"So... should we continue monitoring this 'Red Star' company?"

"There's no need to waste taxpayers' money."

Professor Smith snorted coldly.

"Instead of focusing on those who make electric fans, we should pay more attention to the Soviet Union's titanium alloy submarines."

The lights came on.

The file folder was carelessly tossed into the shredder.

The elites on the other side of the ocean were unaware of this.

That flaw, which they ridiculed as "naive," was precisely a smokescreen that Lin Xi had carefully prepared for them.

The conclusion that China is "10 years behind" will become the strongest protective umbrella for China's aerospace industry in the coming years.

......

In late June, the sun in the northwestern Gobi Desert was so scorching it felt like being on fire.

After settling things in Shanghai, Lin Xi returned to the launch site.

"Brother Lin! My dear brother!"

As soon as I stepped across the threshold, a round figure pounced on me.

Department store manager Sun Dafu was beaming, his chubby face contorted with laughter as he waved a report in his hand.

"They've gone mad! They've all gone mad!"

Sun Dafu's voice was as loud as a broken gong.

"Our simplified version of 'Red Star Gentle Breeze' is priced at 28 yuan."

"It's like an atomic bomb dropped into the fan market!"

Lin Xi took the report, glanced at it, and smiled slightly.

28 yuan.

This price was carefully calculated by him.

By removing all the fancy decorations and keeping only the core motor and fan blades, they directly breached the defenses of all state-owned factories.

It should be noted that the cheapest three-bladed iron fan from Shanghai Huasheng Factory cost 150 yuan, and industrial coupons were required.

"Now, whether it's a supply and marketing cooperative or a department store, the goods are sold out in ten minutes as soon as they arrive!"

Sun Dafu wiped away his sweat, trembling with excitement.

"Those middlemen want to hoard goods."

"As a result, we implemented a purchase limit: one per person!"

"The director of Huasheng Factory's Northwest office came to see me for drinks yesterday, and he cried so bitterly."

"They say their inventory is practically reaching the roof beams, and they just can't sell it!"

"No problem." Lin Xi walked behind her desk, sat down, and opened a bottle of soda.

"That's called a dimensional reduction attack."

"When industrial products become luxury goods, we restore them to everyday necessities; anyone who tries to stop us will perish."

Just then, the phone on the table suddenly rang.

Lin Xi answered the phone, and Harrison's furious voice immediately came through the receiver.

"Lin! Something's happened! Those damn Japanese!"

Harrison spoke at breakneck speed, "They released a knock-off! Exactly the same!"

Lin Xi raised an eyebrow: "Don't rush, Robert, speak slowly."

"It won't slow down! It's 'Triangle Electric'!"

"Those plagiarizing robbers!" Harrison roared.

"Their appearance is exactly the same as 'Red Star,' even the curvature of the fan blades is replicated!"

"But they're only offering it for $25!"

"It's $5 cheaper than us!"

"That greedy vampire, you son of a bitch, has already purchased 50,000 units!"

"They're going to bring the price war to Sears' doorstep!"

"Lin, if you don't lower the price, our market share is going to be gone!"

The live stream chat exploded instantly.

Holy crap! The Japanese have invaded the village?! That's outrageous!

[$25? This is cutthroat competition! The streamer is going to be in big trouble!]

[This is what they call "teaching the apprentice only to let the master starve," right? Design patents were very difficult to enforce back then, weren't they?]

[Livestreamers, quickly lower your prices and compete with them!]

Lin Xi took a sip of soda, the cool liquid sliding down her throat and calming her fever.

"Robert, don't rush."