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

Five hundred dollars!

In 1980, this was equivalent to two years' wages for an average worker!

Everyone's breathing became heavy.

Old Six's eyes almost popped out of their sockets as he stared greedily at the stack of papers.

But when he took a step forward and saw the dense scribbles on the paper, his face immediately fell.

He knows ABCD, but put them together, and it's like reading a book written in a foreign language.

A minute passed.

Three minutes have passed.

The courtyard was eerily quiet; you could even hear the sound of someone swallowing.

Sun Erga scratched his head.

Liu Guihua looked ashamed.

Wang Dapao kept his head down, wishing he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

As for those few scoundrels who wanted to "rest on their laurels," they huddled in the corner, not daring to utter a sound.

"What? Nobody wants these five hundred dollars?"

Lin Xi picked up the document and waved it in her hand.

"Didn't you all think this money came from nowhere?"

"Didn't you think that as long as you followed me, even a fool could get rich?"

"Manager Lin..."

"We...we're uneducated, you know that..." Sun Erga muttered in defense.

"It's not shameful to be uneducated, but it's shameful to be uneducated and not want to learn."

"Those who think they can win everything without effort for the rest of their lives, that's truly shameful!"

Lin Xi slammed the file back onto the table with a loud "thud," shattering everyone's hearts.

"Let me tell you, Red Star is like a heavy truck climbing a hill right now."

"I am the driver, and also the engine. And you..."

Lin Xi pointed at everyone present.

"Right now, you are just a burden hanging on the car."

"If I hadn't pulled you, you would have fallen into the ditch and died long ago!"

"Next year! At the latest, next year!"

"The rules in foreign markets are more complex, and domestic competitors will pounce on you like wolves."

"What will you use to compete with them then?"

"Should we take your Qianmen storefront? Or your red-brick house?"

A dead silence.

That arrogant pride he had just displayed has now been crushed into dust.

Lin Xi took a deep breath, her tone softening slightly, but still icy:

"Now, I will call out the names of those who have stepped forward."

"Sun Erga".

"Here!" Sun Erga jumped up.

"Liu Guihua".

"arrive!"

"Wang Dapao" (a nickname for a famous Chinese comedian).

"Wang Yu".

The four people stood in a row, looking at Lin Xi with some trepidation.

"Starting tomorrow, the four of you will enter the 'Special Training Class'."

Lin Xi stared at them. "Sister Guihua, go to the base's night school to study accounting every night."

"Within three months, I want you to be able to understand basic English reports."

"If you don't understand, then give up your position as finance manager."

Liu Guihua gritted her teeth, her eyes reddening, but her gaze was firm:

"Manager Lin, I'll learn it! I'll learn it even if it means memorizing it by rote!"

"Erga, go and work with Manager Sun of Dongfeng Department Store for a month."

"Don't just learn how to offer cigarettes and pour drinks; I want you to learn what distribution channels are and what inventory turnover is."

"If you can't learn it, go back to the workshop and tighten screws."

"yes!"

"Dapao, you take Wang Yu and keep a close watch on the production line."

"Also, Wang Yu..." Lin Xi looked at the young man who had been silent all along.

"Don't leave your radar signal compensation technology behind; keep working on it."

"The rest of the people..."

Lin Xi glanced at Lao Liu and the others huddled in the corner.

"If you want a peaceful life, then go work in logistics and the warehouse."

"Salaries will be paid as usual, but bonuses will be halved."

"You don't need to get involved in the affairs of the Red Star core group anymore."

This is a watershed moment.

On one hand, there is painful evolution; on the other hand, there is the frog being slowly boiled in water.

Although Lao Liu and the others were unwilling, they also breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, it's pretty good to not have to learn those dreadful foreign languages ​​and still get a salary.

After the "diversion" was completed, the atmosphere in the courtyard was so oppressive that it was uncomfortable.

Lin Xi knew that after the big stick was used up, she had to give a sweet treat.

But this date can't be money; it has to be a "miracle skill" that will convince them.

"Do you feel wronged?"

Lin Xi looked at the dejected group of four and asked, "Do you think I'm making things difficult for you?"

"I wouldn't dare..." Wang Dapao said in a muffled voice.

"Alright, stop looking so gloomy."

Lin Xi presented a circuit structure, which Wang Yu might have considered just a high-voltage generator.

But in 2025, this thing will have a more fashionable name—

Negative ion generator.

Cost: RMB 1.8.

"power ups."

Lin Xi casually stuffed the soldered circuit board into a discarded plastic box, leaving only a sharp discharge needle sticking out, and then connected it to the power supply.

There was no explosion, no fire, not even a sound.

Wang Dapao leaned closer to look, a puzzled expression on his face: "There's still no movement? Is something wrong?"

"Don't move." Lin Xi pressed down on his shoulder. "Inhale through your nose."

Wang Dapao paused for a moment, then subconsciously took a deep breath.

The next second, his eyes widened in astonishment.

The air, which had been filled with the smells of sweat, smoke, and rotting watermelon, suddenly became incredibly fresh around that small box.

Like a forest after a rainstorm, it carries a refreshing and invigorating scent.

"What...what does this smell like?"

Sun Erga also came over and greedily took two puffs.

"Amazing! Just one whiff and my mind feels completely clear!"

"These are called 'negative ions,' also known as 'air vitamins.'"

Lin Xi turned off the power, like a magician performing a spell.

"Its function is to settle dust, kill bacteria, and even make people feel happy."

"This thing costs less than two yuan to make."

Lin Xi held up the ugly little box, her gaze fixed intently on the group of four.

"Add it to our fan, and this is the second generation of 'Red Star Gentle Breeze'."

"Our fans are currently selling for $30."

"Add this two-dollar gadget, and the 'forest oxygen bar' concept, and we dare to sell our next-generation product for $40!"

hiss--

Everyone gasped in shock.

A cost of two dollars yields a premium of five dollars (approximately 7.5 yuan).

"This is technology, this is understanding." Lin Xi tossed the box to Wang Yu.

"That's why I'm forcing you to learn."

"Because only what's in your head is something no one can take away from you."

At that moment, Wang Dapao's gaze towards Lin Xi changed.

If before it was out of awe for his earning power, now it's a kind of almost superstitious worship.

In this man's hands, scrap metal can be turned into gold, and air can be turned into dollars.

"Manager Lin, we'll learn from you!"

Sun Erga screamed his heart out this time.

"I want to learn a foreign language too!"

"I need to figure out what this thing is too!"

Lin Xi smiled.

"Alright, Wang Dapao and Wang Yu will keep an eye on the specific development of the second-generation fan."

"This thing isn't technically difficult; it's mainly a gimmick."

Lin Xi dusted off her hands and stood up.

My gaze fell upon the brightly lit assembly workshop not far away, and then beyond the workshop, I looked out into the deeper night sky.

"Don't bother me for the next while, unless it's absolutely necessary."

"I'm going into seclusion."

"Seclusion?" Liu Guihua was stunned.

"What other big commotion are they planning?"

Lin Xi didn't turn around, but simply waved her hand with her back to the crowd.