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

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Those golden arowana thorns, as hard as steel needles and capable of drawing blood from anyone who touches them, don't even have a chance to bend or beg for mercy the moment they come into contact with the blade net.

Crushed.

Pure physical destruction!

The rapidly spinning inner blade stirred up a miniature plant storm, sending debris flying everywhere.

Three seconds.

Just three seconds!

Lin Xi turned off the switch and casually blew a breath at the cactus.

call--

The cactus, which was originally covered in thorns, was now pushed out to form a bare "highway".

The cut surface was so smooth, as if it had been laser-scanned, without a single burr left!

You can even see the juicy filling inside, but because the cut is so clean, it hasn't flowed out yet.

Violent, yet elegant.

"My God..."

The French businessman clutched his chest, feeling as if his worldview had been shattered.

If scraping a balloon showcases the ultimate in precision and gentleness...

That violent act of flattening the cactus demonstrates pure, unreasonable power reserves!

What terrifying motor torque!

What kind of hard material is this blade mesh?

Lin Xi remained expressionless and casually tossed the razor, covered in green sap and splinters, into the water glass beside him.

I shook it twice, took it out, spun it dry, and pressed the switch again.

hum-

It was still that crisp, steady whistling sound, without any extraneous noise.

The blade is as good as new, without a single scratch!

"This is impossible...this is not scientific..."

Hans could no longer maintain that Germanic arrogance.

He rushed to the counter and stared intently at the razor.

"Even Braun's top-of-the-line motor would jam and burn out instantly if it encountered this kind of resistance!"

"Samarium cobalt magnets can't achieve this size! Ferrite magnets certainly can't!"

"And this blade net!"

Hans pointed at the machine in Lin Xi's hand, his voice trembling.

"It can cut through golden barrel thorns without leaving a scratch?"

"Even tungsten steel couldn't possibly combine this level of toughness and hardness!"

"Tell me! How did you manage to do that?!"

Van der Sar also squeezed in, completely disregarding any semblance of professionalism, his fingers gripping the edge of the counter turning white:

"Mr. Lin, this violates common sense in materials science!"

"Even using tank armor formula, it's impossible to stretch it to 0.04 millimeters!"

"Did you use some undisclosed military-grade alloy?"

In an instant, everyone's eyes were fixed on Lin Xi.

Including Harrison, who hadn't said a word the whole time.

The way they looked at Lin Xi at this moment was no longer just admiration, it was as if they were witnessing a miracle.

Lin Xi slowly and deliberately dried the water stains on her hands.

Neodymium iron boron? Electrochemical deposition technology?

No, of course I can't say these things.

I can't say anything about it right now, at least not at the moment.

That being the case.

He smiled slightly, revealing eight teeth, and his eyes became mysterious and unpredictable.

"science?"

Lin Xi shook her head, held up one finger, pointed to the top of her head, and then to the bottom of her feet.

"Gentlemen, you only understand physics, but you don't understand... Eastern metaphysics."

"Metaphysics?" Hans and Van der Sar exchanged a bewildered glance.

"In our China, there is a kind of energy called 'Qi'."

Lin Xi began to spout nonsense with a straight face:

"The internal magnetic circuit design of this motor is based on the layout of the Bagua (Eight Trigrams)."

"Magnetic field lines are no longer simple closed loops, but form a 'Tai Chi' force field that is constantly generating and complementing each other."

"The greater the resistance, the stronger the rebound force. This is what Taoism means by 'the stronger the opponent, the stronger it becomes.'"

These words were spoken in such a profound and mysterious way that even Sun Erga, who was standing behind, was stunned. He subconsciously looked at his palm: "Our factory has this technology?"

"As for this knife net..."

Lin Xi picked up the razor, pointed to the hexagonal honeycomb structure, and spoke in a deep, seductive voice:

"This is a biomimetic structure that simulates the Taoist 'turtle breathing exercise,' using softness to overcome hardness and using minimal force to deflect great weight."

"Therefore, it can be as soft as water, enveloping a balloon; and as hard as steel, crushing thorns."

"Gentlemen."

Lin Xi put down the razor, put his hands behind his back, and looked every bit the hermit sage.

"This is not a simple industrial product."

"This is—weapon forging."

In the live stream, the chat exploded instantly, with the screen filled with "666" and laughing-crying emojis.

[Hahaha! What the hell is this Bagua Formation?! What the hell is this Turtle Breathing Technique?! Newton must be turning in his grave!]

[Brother Lin, you're a master at conning people! Look at those two foreigners, their eyes are practically popping out of their sockets!]

[Hans: Although I don't understand it, it sounds really impressive.]

[Vandersard: So I lost to magic? Oh well.]

This persuasive ability is truly exceptional! The key is that foreigners actually believe it!

[Is this industrial fiction about to turn into a cultivation novel?]

Harrison: Eastern metaphysics reappears!

really.

After hearing this "mystical" explanation, Harrison trembled like a fanatic who had just met his idol.

He held his head in his hands, his eyes gleaming with fanaticism:

"Oh! I knew it!"

"I knew this was some kind of mysterious Eastern power!"

"Tai Chi!"

"gas!"

"effort!"

Harrison excitedly grabbed Lin Xi's hand:

"Lin! This story is fantastic!"

"I want to print this on the packaging box!"

"This is absolutely the coolest selling point of the year! Bar none!"

Hans and Van der Sar found it absurd, but looking at the flattened cactus, they couldn't find any scientific explanation.

Faced with absolute strength, all doubts seem pale and powerless.

Could it be... that China really has some closely guarded secret?

Hans swallowed hard, his imposing manner completely gone, and tentatively asked:

"So... how much are you planning to sell this machine for?"

Lin Xi held up one finger.

Lin Xi said calmly, "Retail price: $99."

"What?!" Vandessa screamed.

"Are you all crazy?"

"Polard's top-of-the-line model only costs $80!"

"You're a Chinese brand, how dare you sell your products for more than Braun?"

In their minds, Chinese products are synonymous with "cheap" and "street vendor goods".

Selling it for $20 would be considered a stroke of good luck.

$99? That's highway robbery!

Lin Xi looked at the two people's shocked expressions with a calm and composed gaze.

"Mr. Van der Sar, I think you've made a mistake."

Lin Xi gently patted the packaging box labeled "RedStar".

"We sell it for $99, not because we want to compete with Braun."

"But because..."

Lin Xi paused, then revealed that smile that haunted the nightmares of countless competitors:

"We and you have never been on the same track."

"What you're selling are tools, metal shaving plates."

"What I sell is the ultimate experience, a luxurious lifestyle."

"Just like Ferraris never compete with tractors to see who can pull more."

"Do you understand?"

Hans and Van der Sar felt as if they had been hit hard in the chest by a sledgehammer, so frustrated they felt like they were going to vomit blood.

That's insane!

but……

The two glanced at the damn machine that could flatten even a cactus.

He then looked at the "industrial waste" in his pocket that he wouldn't even dare touch a balloon.

An uncontrollable thought suddenly welled up in my mind:

Damn, if it were me, I'd be willing to spend an extra $20 to buy this too!

This is not competition at all.

This is a complete and utter dimensional reduction attack!

"Forest!"

Harrison had already eagerly pulled out his checkbook, his pen trembling.

"Five thousand units! No, ten thousand units! I want the entire first batch!"

"What is the FOB price?"

"Name your price! Just don't bankrupt my damn boss!"

Lin Xi didn't answer directly, but instead leaned close to Harrison's ear and whispered a number.

Harrison's pupils dilated instantly, then he nodded with ecstatic joy:

"Deal! Damn, this is robbery!"

"But I like being robbed by you!"

Seeing this, Section Chief Wang, who was sitting in the corner of the booth, was completely dumbfounded.

He mechanically turned his head to look at Sun Erga beside him:

"Erga...are we really selling razors here?"

"Why does this feel like they're selling...arms?"

Sun Erga wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, looked at his manager's tall and straight back with admiration in his eyes, and swallowed hard.

"Brother Wang, I don't think Brother Lin is selling razors at all."

"He's clearly using the guise of selling razors..."

"This gave these uncultured foreign devils a truly shocking lesson in Chinese culture!"