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

"Bigger?" Zhang Zhengguo's heart skipped a beat when he heard those three words.

Lin Xi stood up and walked to the world map on the wall.

"Snapped!"

His finger jabbed heavily into the spot in Baotou, Inner Mongolia.

"NdFeB, the core raw material is neodymium (Nd) from rare earth elements."

"Currently, neodymium is not widely used in the international market and is treated as waste from steelmaking, so it is cheap."

"Sumitomo Corporation of Japan is using the pretext of cleaning up industrial waste to frantically import rare earth minerals from us at low prices."

He stared at the two bigwigs, his previous playful smile gone, replaced by the fierce look of a young tiger guarding its prey.

"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Qian."

"What we need to do is not hide the formula, but control the raw materials."

"Mr. Zhang, could you please make a call to the foreign trade department?"

"Just say..."

Lin Xi paused, his tone chilling:

"In order to align with the upcoming Canton Fair strategy."

"Starting today, all export approvals for rare earth minerals containing neodymium will be suspended."

"You can make up any reason you want, such as equipment maintenance, environmental inspection, or even that the road over there is blocked."

Zhang Zhengguo was stunned, his mouth slightly open:

"Is this feasible? The Ministry of Foreign Trade is counting on selling soil to earn foreign exchange."

"Just tell them."

Lin Xi held up one finger and waved it in the air:

"Just stop for two months."

"By the end of the year, I'll make the price of this pile of soil unimaginable to them!"

Mr. Qian abruptly put down his teacup, his eyes blazing as he instantly scanned the map.

As a strategic scientist, he instantly understood Lin Xi's plan.

First, produce the product and ignite market demand.

When manufacturers worldwide discovered that neodymium iron boron (NdFeB) was an essential component for manufacturing high-performance motors and wanted to follow suit and imitate it...

Turning around, I found that the raw material water tap had been welded shut.

What utter despair that must have been!

That's industrial-grade suffocation!

"beat!"

Old Qian slammed his hand on the table, causing tea to splash everywhere.

His usual refined elegance vanished, leaving only a ruthless and decisive nature.

"Old Zhang, let's fight now!"

"Immediately! Right now!"

"If the foreign trade department has any objections, tell them to come directly to me!"

Zhang Zhengguo took a deep breath, no longer hesitated, grabbed the red secure phone, and quickly dialed the number.

"Hello, is this the Ministry of Foreign Trade? This is Zhang Zhengguo from the Seventh Ministry of Machinery Industry."

"Yes, there's an emergency coordination."

"Regarding rare earth exports... what?"

"You need a reason? Why are there so many 'whys'?"

Zhang Zhengguo glanced out the window. Lin Xi was looking out at the yellow sand with his hands behind his back, and from behind, Zhang Zhengguo could sense a commanding aura of a commander.

Zhang Zhengguo gritted his teeth and roared into the microphone the words that would go down in history:

"No reason! This is—"

"National strategic reserves!!"

"Smack."

The phone hangs up.

Lin Xi looked out the window at the yellow sand of the northwest, a slight smile playing on her lips.

At this moment, Hans and Van der Sar, who were celebrating in Europe, were unaware of what was happening.

Their proud industrial empire has had its backbone quietly removed by a young man from the East.

"Besides patents and raw materials,"

Lin Xi turned around, and that murderous aura instantly vanished, transforming him back into that obsequious junior.

"Mr. Zhang, our production capacity also needs to keep up."

"The Hongfeng and Huasheng factories are not up to the task of producing razors."

"My network is limited. Could you do me the trouble and get a few more colleagues from other units to join us?"

Zhang Zhengguo rubbed his throbbing temples and glared at the kid in front of him.

This isn't causing him trouble; it's doing him a favor.

With such a great product, orders will definitely be pouring in at the Autumn Canton Fair.

Those factories that we partnered with are having a tough time now.

Right now, those factories that have transitioned from military to civilian production are struggling to make ends meet, and Lin Xi has shown them a golden road.

Who wouldn't want to do this?

This kid has such a clear understanding of life!

Mr. Zhang laughed and scolded, "You little rascal..."

"Okay, I'll make the contact, and you can handle the follow-up."

"Alright! Thanks for your hard work, Mr. Zhang!"

"Oh, right, Mr. Qian." Lin Xi suddenly remembered something.

"In addition to the logo, we need to add another line of text to the packaging box of our 'Red Star Whirlwind' product."

"What character?"

"Made in China".

Lin Xi spoke slowly and deliberately, her expression more solemn than ever before.

"It's not Made in PRC, nor is it any other abbreviation."

"We want these three words printed in the most prominent position."

"I want these words, starting today, to no longer be a label for cheap, low-quality goods, but rather—"

"A synonym for industrial luxury goods."

boom!

These words seemed to strike the cramped office like a thunderclap.

That's more than just three English words.

That's a totem.

That's the back that generations have wanted to stand up but never managed to!

Old Qian's fingers trembled slightly, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing against the table.

As a scientist who came from that era of extreme poverty, he understood this yearning all too well.

We've been held hostage by others, ridiculed for not being able to make matches, and treated as a dumping ground for others for far too long.

"Industrial...Luxury Goods..."

Old Qian murmured to himself, his eyes even turning a little red.

"Good! Good lad!"

"What an industrial luxury item!"

Zhang Zhengguo felt a tingling sensation on his scalp, a surge of electricity shooting from his tailbone to the top of his head, and goosebumps rose all over his body.

He looked at the excessively young face in front of him.

Suddenly, I realized that this seemingly cynical young man harbored a fierce tiger within his chest.

At the same time, the virtual light screen that only Lin Xi could see exploded completely!

The barrage of comments flooded the screen like a waterfall, densely covering the entire field of vision.

[Holy crap! Everyone stand up! This is so exciting!]

This is our "Made in China"! My heart is breaking, everyone! Who understands the true value of this moment?!

[I used to think buying a cheap pair of Nikes was a brand name, but now? Sorry, I won't buy anything that's not made in China!]

[The host has such a broad perspective! They've directly defined these three words as the crown jewels of industry!]

[Qian Lao's gaze killed me! The older generation of scientists truly had national honor etched into their DNA. I cried, I really cried.]

[I work in foreign trade. Foreigners used to look down on our labels, but now? Huawei and DJI can just slam them on the table, and they're begging us for goods! This news from the anchor is prophetic!]

[Formula locked: Made in China = Industrial Versailles! I've swallowed the key!]

As Lin Xi watched the rapidly scrolling barrage of comments, and saw the pride and resonance from his compatriots decades later, his heart was filled with fervor.

The road ahead may be long, and we will face countless technological blockades and trade barriers.

But at this moment, the spark has already been ignited.