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

The visitor was Robert Harrison.

Based on the phenomenal performance of the "Red Star Gentle Breeze" electric fan in the North American market.

In particular, Lin Xi accurately predicted that epic heat wave, and Sears made a fortune.

Harrison's career took off as a result, and he was promoted to Global Purchasing Director at Sears, overseeing a purchasing budget of hundreds of millions of dollars.

In the eyes of the foreign businessmen at the Canton Fair, he is now a walking dollar bill and a living god of wealth!

Hans and Van der Sar's eyes lit up instantly.

If we can secure Sears' order, we can make our competitors suffer.

"Oh! My dear Robert!"

Hans's face, which had been so arrogant, instantly became like melted wax, covered with fawning wrinkles.

He was like a lapdog that had smelled a bone, wagging his tail and rushing over.

"haven't seen you for a long time!"

"I am Hans of Bramham! Do you remember me?"

Van der Sar, not to be outdone, sidestepped Hans, causing him to stumble, and stretched out his hands, shouting:

"Mr. Harrison!"

"I am Philippe's Van der Sar!"

Congratulations on your promotion!

"Our latest Philips razor..."

The two men surrounded Harrison, bowing and scraping as they frantically stuffed product brochures into his hands, while also subtly undermining each other.

"Robert, don't listen to him! Philip's blade is prone to snagging whiskers!"

"Mr. Harrison, the noise from Brown's car is like a tractor; it will wake your wife!"

The surrounding merchants were dumbfounded.

Are these the two arrogant industry giants from earlier?

That's a really fast change of expression!

It's faster than turning the pages of a book!

However, the next second, something happened that made everyone's jaws drop.

Harrison wore a polite but distant smile, ignoring the two men's enthusiasm.

He didn't even glance at them, simply handing the picture books to his assistant behind him without pausing in his steps.

His gaze pierced through the crowd and locked onto the booth in that corner.

To be precise, it was the young figure behind the booth that was targeted.

The next second, the aloofness on Harrison's face melted away, replaced by an almost fanatical adoration and surprise.

He pushed aside Hans, who was blocking his way, and rushed towards the Seventh Ministry of Machinery's booth.

When they were still three meters away from Lin Xi.

This executive holds the power of global procurement.

He actually bent down slightly, stretched out his hands, and made an extremely humble gesture.

"Oh! Lin!"

"My prophet! My magician!"

Harrison's voice trembled with excitement.

"It's great to see you again!"

"You know what? I've been thinking about your 'Eastern magic' every single day for the past few months!"

The entire room fell silent.

Hans's hand holding the picture book froze in mid-air, and Van der Sar's fake smile instantly vanished.

Section Chief Wang's mouth was agape enough to fit an egg, and Sun Erga's eyes were so wide they almost popped out.

Lin Xi calmly stood up, extended her hand to shake Harrison's, and said in a flat tone:

"Robert, you've gained weight."

"Looks like you've been eating a lot of steak lately."

"Thanks to you! It's all thanks to you!"

Harrison held Lin Xi's hand tightly and refused to let go.

"I brought enough cash and checks this time!"

"Anything from Red Star is acceptable, I want it all! I'll buy it all!"

"This time it's not a fan."

Lin Xi calmly withdrew her hand and pointed to the counter. "It's this one."

Harrison followed Lin Xi's finger and saw the matte black razor.

"this……"

Harrison paused for a moment, then his eyes flashed with a sharp light.

"Was this also made using aerospace technology?"

"certainly."

Lin Xi took a razor from the counter and casually handed it to Harrison.

"This is the new friend I want to introduce to you—[Red Star Whirlwind]."

"You can take a look at the parameters first."

Lin Xi handed over a product brochure.

It is clearly printed on it:

Motor Speed: 12,000 RPM

Foil Thickness: 0.04 mm

Noise: < 45 dB

Although Harrison is not a technical expert, as a seasoned purchasing professional, he still has a basic understanding of data.

When he saw the number "12,000", he shuddered and almost threw the razor in his hand.

"How much...how much?!"

Harrison's eyes widened, and his voice instantly rose eight octaves.

"Twelve thousand revolutions?! How is that possible?!"

Before Lin Xi could answer, two sharp roars rang out simultaneously.

"Nonsense! Utter nonsense!"

Hans and Van der Sar, who had been left standing there, finally came to their senses and rushed over like cats whose tails had been stepped on, their faces ashen.

"Mr. Harrison, please don't be fooled by this conman!"

Hans pointed to the small blackboard, his fingers trembling.

"Currently, the limit for micro-motor technology is only 4000 revolutions per minute!"

"Even the US military's laboratories can't achieve 12,000 revolutions per minute!"

"This defies the laws of physics!"

Van der Sar also got anxious, spitting as he spoke:

"0.04 mm blade mesh? That's absurd!"

"That thickness is thinner than paper; it simply can't withstand the vibrations of the motor. It would crumble into powder the moment it's turned on!"

"This is fraud! It's blatant commercial fraud!"

The two looked at Lin Xi with resentment, anger, and a deep-seated fear.

If this data is true, what does it mean?

This means that their century-old technological barriers, which they were so proud of, have been shattered by this young Chinese man!

Red Star isn't competing with them; it's utterly crushing them!

The surrounding merchants were also shocked by these two incredible figures, and a buzz of excitement erupted.

"Twelve thousand revolutions? Are you kidding me?"

"The Chinese are exaggerating way too much in order to get orders."

"Exactly, even Brown and Philip couldn't do it, so what makes them think they can?"

Faced with overwhelming criticism, Section Chief Wang was so anxious he kept stamping his feet, and Sun Erga was so anxious he wanted to curse.

Harrison, only.

Although he was also shocked, looking into Lin Xi's deep, pool-like eyes, he inexplicably began to believe her to some extent.

Because last time, this same person used this calm tone to tell him that there would be a heat wave in North America.

As a result, he won so much that he was completely exhausted.

"Lin..." Harrison swallowed.

"Is...is this real?"

Lin Xi did not explain.

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips, and his gaze swept like a knife over Hans and Van der Sar, whose faces were flushed red.

The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present:

"Whether it's true or not, we'll find out by trying it."