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

"When 'Red Star · Gentle Breeze' was exhibited at the Canton Fair, we already asked Section Chief Wang to apply for an international patent." (See Chapter 32)

"The patent was applied for a long time ago."

Lin Xi's voice was as calm as if she were talking about today's weather.

"But cross-border litigation takes at least six months!" Harrison was almost in tears.

"By the time we win the lawsuit, summer will be over!"

"The daylily is all cold!"

"Then let them sell it."

The other end of the phone went silent instantly, with only Harrison's heavy breathing remaining, as if he had heard some unbelievable joke.

"Lin...are you crazy?"

"I'm not crazy." Lin Xi tapped her fingers lightly on the table, making a series of firm sounds.

"Robert, do you really think just anyone can make that five-bladed fan?"

"What do you mean?"

Lin Xi gave a chilling smile to the air.

"The NACA4412 airfoil is indeed a good thing."

"But when I was designing the mold, I left a 'stress concentration point' at the base of the fan blade." (See Chapter 31)

Lin Xi's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

"That special hyperbolic structure, if not for my proprietary high-toughness plastic formula, combined with 110MPA high-pressure injection molding to instantly eliminate internal stress..."

"Ordinary ABS plastic simply can't withstand it."

"Those idiots at Triangle Electric only copied the appearance, but they don't understand materials science."

"Based on a speed of 1200 revolutions per minute, it can run for about 300 hours, which is about a month for an average household."

Lin Xi paused, then casually uttered the last half of the verdict:

"Their fan blades will break off cleanly at the base, just like glass."

There was a deathly silence on the other end of the phone.

Harrison felt a chill run down his spine, a cold sensation shooting from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

He originally thought it was just a business game.

Unexpectedly, this seemingly gentle young man from the East had already dug a grave for all potential plagiarists in the product design drawings.

What is this?

This isn't doing business, this is poisoning!

"A month later, the first batch of 'triangle' fans will collectively self-destruct in the living rooms of American homes."

Lin Xi twirled the soda bottle in her hand.

"At that time, Walmart will face a deluge of returns and claims."

"And Sears has the only genuine product in their possession..."

"We are the saviors!"

Harrison's voice trembled as he finished the sentence, a mixture of extreme fear and ecstatic joy.

"God, Lin..."

"You're a monster!"

"Adorable devil!"

"This is what you call 'Eastern Magic'." Lin Xi hung up the phone.

In the live stream chat, the comments section was filled with nothing but "Holy crap!"

[I'm speechless! This is like thinking five steps ahead for every one step they take!]

Physical anti-counterfeiting? This is what physical anti-counterfeiting is all about!

[This time, I'm going to lose everything, down to my last penny!]

[This streamer's move was so sneaky... but I love it!]

Before Lin Xi could even enjoy this moment of pleasure, the screech of brakes from the Jeep sounded urgently outside the door.

Xiao Wu, a guard at the headquarters, rushed in, his face even more pale than the sandstorm outside, covered in sweat.

"Engineer Lin! Quick! Professor Qian urgently needs to see you!"

Xiao Wu lowered his voice, his tone anxious.

"The atmosphere is tense. Vice President Zhang slammed his fist on the table. Apparently, the Ministry of Machine Building (which oversees the machinery industry) sent a letter complaining about us!"

Lin Xi narrowed her eyes, stood up, and straightened her collar: "Let's go."

……

The conference room at the headquarters was filled with smoke.

The atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Mr. Qian sat in the main seat, flipping through the documents with a blank expression.

Deputy Commander-in-Chief Zhang Zhengguo held a cigarette between his fingers, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

Wang Bin, the director of the power room, looked worried and kept glancing towards the door.

Lin Xi pushed open the door and entered, standing at attention and saluting.

"You're here?"

Zhang Zhengguo slammed the documents in his hand onto the table, making a crisp "thud."

"Take a look for yourself!"

"The complaint letters from the Ministry of Machine Building have all been sent to higher authorities!"

"I'm accusing you, Lin Xi, of running an 'independent kingdom'!"

"They claim that Red Star Service Center's disorderly expansion, through its OEM model, is disrupting the national fan pricing system!"

"This has led to a backlog of inventory at many long-established state-owned factories, putting them at risk of production shutdowns!"

Zhang Zhengguo took a deep breath.

"You little brat, aren't you going too far?"

"We're in the aerospace industry. If you take away someone's livelihood in the mechanical engineering field, how can they not be furious?"

Wang Bin tried to smooth things over, saying, "Old Zhang, Lin Xi is just trying to generate revenue for us..."

"You can't generate revenue like this!" Zhang Zhengguo interrupted.

"We're being ordered to rectify this immediately!"

The conference room was deathly silent.

This is a big hat.

At this delicate juncture of transition from a planned economy to a market economy.

The charge of "disrupting the market" can be serious or minor.

To put it mildly, it's mismanagement; to put it more seriously, it's sabotage of economic development.

All eyes were on Lin Xi.

Lin Xi didn't panic, and her expression didn't even change.

He walked to the table, picked up the complaint letter, glanced at it, and casually tossed it back.

"Mr. Zhang, that's not a fair assessment."

Lin Xi's voice was calm yet powerful.

"I didn't take away their livelihood; I'm feeding them."

"As for disrupting the market..."

"If allowing ordinary people to buy better products at one-fifth the price is considered disruptive, then I am disrupting the market."

"You're still being stubborn!" Zhang Zhengguo's eyes widened.

"I'm not being stubborn, I'm just stating the facts."

Lin Xi took out a thick ledger from his military satchel and gently placed it on the table.

"The Ministry of Machine Building said I made illegal gains, so let's settle this score."

Lin Xi opened the ledger and tapped the first line of numbers with her finger.

"The Red Star model isn't about taking away jobs, it's about collecting taxes."

"What tax?" Old Qian raised his head, his gaze sharp as a knife through his glasses.

"A technology tax." Lin Xi straightened his back and surveyed the room.

"Red Star does not occupy the country's production capacity; we only export standards, molds, and patents."

"Whether it's Huasheng Factory or Hongfeng Factory, they have to pay me for every typhoon fan they produce, no matter who they sell it to."

"For exports, we have already secured orders for 30 units, and we expect to reach 80 units by the end of summer."

"I charge $10 in patent fees for each unit."

"In the domestic market, sales are expected to reach 250 million units."

"I charge 2 RMB per unit for technical service."

Lin Xi paused, then her voice suddenly rose an octave:

"With this back and forth, those factories that were on the verge of bankruptcy were saved, the workers received their wages, and the country received tax revenue. As for us..."

"If nothing unexpected happens, after this summer..."

"Red Star Service Center's revenue will break through—"