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

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This was such a ruthless cut that even the seasoned Mr. Qian was taken aback.

It's worth noting that the top-of-the-line Porsche Brake is priced at around $80 on the international market.

"One hundred dollars? Isn't that too high?"

Zhang Zhengguo frowned, "After all, we don't have a brand..."

"Mr. Zhang, you're mistaken."

Lin Xi picked up the black Red Star razor, her fingers lightly gliding over the gold-plated "Future" logo.

"We didn't have any brands before because we were always following in other people's footsteps, making cheap goods."

But this time, it's different.

Lin Xi raised her head, her eyes sharpening like a drawn sword.

"We don't sell razors."

"It's God's hair clipper."

"It is a mysterious magnetic force from the East, and an industrial aesthetic that transcends time."

He casually pushed the expensive Braun aside, making a crisp "clang" sound.

"Polan? That's an antique from the last century."

"I want every foreign man who uses this thing to feel like he's using a rusty hoe when he picks up a Polan."

The meeting room was completely silent.

Everyone was stunned by Lin Xi's almost arrogant confidence.

But when their gaze fell upon the black machine on the table that seemed to come from the future, they had to admit—

This kid seems to have the right to be arrogant.

......

Meanwhile, in Frankfurt, Germany.

Braun's headquarters, top-tier laboratory.

"Listen to that sound! That's the roar of power!"

Technical Director Hans, wearing a white lab coat, held the heavy, brick-like silver prototype in his hand, his face filled with rapt attention.

Press the switch.

The reciprocating cutter head vibrated violently under the steel mesh, making a "sizzling" sound like a small tractor.

"This is the roar of machinery, a symbol of power."

Hans turned around and reported to the president behind him:

"We have adopted the latest 0.08 mm cold-rolled steel stamped mesh."

"Although the scrap rate is still high, this is the limit of current metal processing technology."

"I'm confident this razor will dominate European men's chins for the next five years!"

The president nodded in satisfaction and slowly cut open a cigar:

"Where is Philip from the land of windmills?"

"them?"

Hans's lips curled into a disdainful sneer.

"They're still playing with those toys that have rotating blades."

"Low rotation speed, poor cutting force, and it's only quieter—that's for women. Real men should use vibrating ones!"

......

Eindhoven, the land of windmills, Philips headquarters.

"What do Germans know? That's for scraping the hair off wild boars."

Philips' chief engineer adjusted his glasses and pointed to the three-headed rotating structure on the drawing:

"Although our speed is only 2800 RPM, it has the advantage of simple structure and low cost."

"As long as we can bring the prices down, the market will be ours."

The two giants, separated by the Rhine, looked down on each other and were full of confidence, preparing to make a big splash this winter.

They never dreamed of this.

In the far east, an unseen hand has quietly dug up the foundation beneath their feet.

……

Northwest Base, China.

"Are you crazy?"

Zhang Zhengguo's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he stared at the mountain of documents piled on the table.

"A single patent application costs several hundred dollars, and there are at least three hundred here!"

"Are you planning to burn through all the foreign exchange you earned from selling fans?"

"Mr. Zhang, this isn't burning money, this is a moat."

Lin Xi crossed his legs, casually pulled out a document, and shook it:

"Look at this, it's a patent for the 'hollow cup rotor winding structure of a micro motor'."

"I broke it down into seventeen sub-items: the winding angle of the coil is one, the insulation coating of the enameled wire is another, and I even applied for a separate method for the dynamic balancing calibration of the rotor."

At this moment, the live stream chat was flooded with comments:

[Absolutely brilliant! This is the legendary patent-manipulation tactic!]

Breaking a single technology down into hundreds of components will make it impossible for Polansky to avoid the pitfalls; every step will be fraught with problems.

[Hilarious! Where would foreigners in 1980 have ever seen such 21st-century thuggish fighting tactics?]

This time, they're following someone else's path, leaving them with no path to follow.

[Mr. Lin: I applied for the patent based on my own ability, so why am I being called a scoundrel?]

Lin Xi pointed to the documents, her eyes darkening:

"Westerners talk to us about laws, so we talk to them about rules."

"As long as these patents are successfully registered under the PCT (Patent Cooperation Treaty) system."

"Whether it's Braun or Philippe in the future."

"For every razor they produce, even if only one screw uses our ideas, they have to obediently pay us taxes."

"This is the intellectual property barrier."

Mr. Qian sat at the head of the table, holding a teacup in his hands, seemingly lost in thought:

"Turning technology into legal provisions to strangle others..."

"Lin Xi, that was a ruthless move."

"but,"

Mr. Qian changed the subject, his brows furrowing slightly.

"If we patent the core formula for our neodymium iron boron magnets, wouldn't that be the same as making it public?"

"This generation of Magneto is very useful for missile servos and submarine motors."

"If this gets leaked, wouldn't that be considered aiding the enemy?"

Zhang Zhengguo also realized, "Yes!"

"Although we can cut down the performance of the civilian version."

"But once this formula is leaked, given the technological reserves of the people of the United States and Japan, they can deduce it within a year."

Lin Xi smiled and took out an English journal from her bag. The cover of the journal was titled "Science".

"Mr. Qian, you're overthinking it."

Lin Xi turned to the page with the folded corner and pointed to a paper on the theory of rare earth permanent magnets.

"Harrison now sends us international academic journals every month."

"This is the article I found."

"In fact, Sagawa Masato and Sumitomo Metal, which are commonly used in the United States, have already reached the threshold of neodymium iron boron in the laboratory."

"I was inspired by this article and gave it a try."

Lin Xi shrugged, a "I'm helpless too" kind of genius Versailles look on his face:

"I didn't expect to succeed so quickly; I was just lucky."

"Even if I don't do it, they'll be able to make it in a year or two at most."

This is the absolute truth, and it's also the "escape route" that Lin Xi had prepared long ago.

With this journal as cover, his extraordinary act of "secluded study for three days to develop the formula by hand" can be reasonably explained—

A flash of genius, a final push based on cutting-edge theory.

"Since we can't cover it up, then perhaps..."

A sly glint flashed in Lin Xi's eyes, and his voice deepened, "Let's play something bigger."