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

Ten days later, at the Hongxing Labor Service Center, in the finished goods warehouse.

The three iron gates were locked tightly.

"Manager Lin, this...this is the razor we make?"

Sun Erga peered through the warehouse's ventilation window, staring at the rows of black razors inside, and swallowed hard.

"Don't look, don't touch, and don't tell anyone."

Lin Xi held a large padlock in her hand and locked the last door with a "click."

"Anyone who dares to divulge even a single word will be sent to clean toilets."

Sun Erga shrank his neck.

This is hardly a product for civilian use!

This situation is even more tense than transporting nuclear warheads.

"Manager, have we created something...?"

"Something that shouldn't have been made?"

Liu Guihua passed by carrying a vegetable basket, her face filled with terror.

"I saw that blade; it was pitch black."

"It makes absolutely no sound when it spins, like a ghost."

Lin Xi did not explain.

That's the mystery he wanted.

The reason this shipment was sealed off was not because of any nuclear radiation, but purely because—

The packaging box hasn't arrived yet.

Industrial products of that era were mostly wrapped in kraft paper or stuffed into thin white cardboard boxes.

But Lin Xi was different; he specially ordered a batch of hard gift boxes from Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

The surface is made of special tactile paper, and it is also stamped with a matte gold "RedStar" and a line of small English text:

Designed by Future.

This groundbreaking "Apple-style" packaging ritual was a game-changer in 1980.

But in the eyes of the base leaders who were unaware of the truth, the matter took a different turn.

Half an hour later.

"squeak--!"

A military green jeep screeched to a halt in front of the service center.

The car door opened, and Zhang Zhengguo, the director of the chief design office, jumped out with a dark face, followed by Qian Lao with his hands behind his back.

"Lin Xi! You little brat, come out here!"

Zhang Zhengguo slammed his fist on the table as soon as he entered the room.

"I heard you've got some kind of secret weapon up your sleeve?"

"What do you want to do? Establish an independent kingdom? Or rebel?"

Lin Xi was drinking tea when she almost spat it out.

"Mr. Zhang, that's a bit too much of a accusation."

Lin Xi put down her teacup and greeted him with a smile.

"It's a batch of new products, and we locked them up to prevent them from getting damp."

"A new product?"

Zhang Zhengguo sneered and pulled a blurry photograph from his pocket—

Those were photos of the prototype taken secretly by the security department. "You call this a civilian product?"

In the photo, the [Red Star Whirlwind] appears as a matte, deep black.

There are no superfluous lines, only a minimalist cylinder, with a honeycomb-like net on top that seems to devour light.

This industrial design style does seem somewhat...sci-fi in an era filled with bulky, dark, and crude machines.

"And this coating."

Zhang Zhengguo pointed to the photo,

"The security personnel said that this thing has almost no reflection in the radar band."

"Did you melt down the wreckage of that U2 spy plane you shot down?"

Mr. Qian, standing beside him, also adjusted his glasses, his expression serious:

"Lin Xi, technology is technology, and principles are principles."

"There are certain red lines that cannot be crossed when converting military personnel to civilian use."

Lin Xi was both amused and exasperated.

What stealth coating?

That was a "skin-like rubber paint" that he specially formulated to increase friction and give it a premium feel!

"You two leaders, seeing is believing."

Lin Xi sighed, took a black razor from the drawer, and handed it over with both hands.

"This is a sample. Would you two like to 'interrogate' it yourselves?"

Zhang Zhengguo took it with suspicion.

It feels slightly heavy when you hold it, weighing approximately 150 grams.

It has a delicate and warm feel, like a piece of polished black jade.

There is no switch.

There is only one sensor area that is almost integrated with the body.

Zhang Zhengguo instinctively pressed his thumb on it.

"Buzz..."

An extremely slight vibration traveled from the fingertips to the palm.

There was no frantic roar, no loose noise.

The voice was deep, steady, and even had a hypnotic rhythm.

"Huh?" Zhang Zhengguo was stunned.

He brought the black blade close to his ear.

That 12000 RPM high-speed roar, because the dynamic balance was so perfect, was compressed into a kind of "white noise" similar to the wind sweeping across the wings.

This sound is a hymn to industry.

"This motor..."

Zhang Zhengguo, being an expert, immediately changed his expression. "Magnetic levitation? Brushless?"

"More or less."

Lin Xi gave a vague answer: "Rare earth permanent magnets, with a little trick added."

Zhang Zhengguo didn't say anything, but directly pressed the knife against his stubble-covered chin.

The blade glided across the net as if walking on flat ground.

That feeling of "devouring" returned.

There was no pulling, no pausing.

In just thirty seconds.

Zhang Zhengguo stroked his chin.

It was as smooth as a freshly peeled egg.

"This doesn't look like a razor..."

Zhang Zhengguo stared at the black cylinder in his hand, muttering to himself.

"This is practically a soldier's personal combat gear!"

"This level of machining precision, this level of motor performance."

Zhang Zhengguo suddenly looked up, staring at Lin Xi, "You brat, are you planning to sell it to a spy?"

"Mr. Zhang, are you worried about technology leaks?!"

"Let me present my proposal to you, and I'd appreciate your feedback..."

Then Lin Xi rambled on and on.

Zhang Zhengguo was completely dumbfounded, his face blank.

Mr. Qian calmly said from the side:

"Last time, they ripped off Japan by making fans; it looks like they're going to rip them off even more this time."

......

The atmosphere in the conference room was eerie.

On the left side of the table was the [Red Star Whirlwind] machine.

On the right side of the table is a brand-new electric shaver from the German company Polanyi.

That is the current world hegemon.

The foreign exchange certificate was priced at 150 yuan, which was equivalent to four months' wages for an ordinary worker.

"Sizzle sizzle—"

Zhang Zhengguo turned on the switch for the Braun.

The sound was quite loud, and the vibration was noticeable.

Turn off the Braun switch and turn on the Red Star switch.

"Buzz..."

The world fell silent instantly.

The contrast is so stark it's like comparing the idle speed of a tractor to that of a Rolls-Royce.

Let's set a price.

With a decisive gesture, the worry in Qian Lao's eyes transformed into an irrepressible smile.

"Such a good thing shouldn't be sold cheaply."

"Domestic, 120." Lin Xi wrote a number on the blackboard.

"One hundred and twenty?" Sun Erga gasped in astonishment.

"Manager, are you trying to rob me?"

"That's two months' salary!"

"Our fan only costs twenty-eight!"

"A fan is for everyday use, this is for showing off."

Lin Xi tapped the blackboard.

"Gifts, gifts for superiors, gifts for fathers-in-law."

"If you sell it for twenty yuan, people won't even feel comfortable offering it."

In those days, owning an electric shaver was a symbol of status.

For 120, it's not about the features, it's about the prestige.

"What about abroad?" Zhang Zhengguo asked.

"One hundred." Lin Xi wrote down an even more ruthless number, "US dollars."