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

"Rent?" Hans was stunned.

"That's right, it's for rent only, not for sale."

Lin Xi took out a pre-prepared contract from her pocket, flicked it with her fingertips, and the contract slid to the center of the table.

"I prefer to call it—technological harvesting..."

"Oh no, I mean the technology licensing model."

Lin Xi's smile at that moment was more radiant than a demon in Hans's eyes.

"Red Star provides the manufacturing standards for the core motor and blade net, while Polang is responsible for production and sales."

"For every unit sold, we take 5% of the retail price."

He held up half a hand and shook it.

That's about $4.

"Considering we only plan to license to a small number of companies, this price is not expensive."

boom!

Hans slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly, causing the wine glass to tip over and spill wine onto the pristine white tablecloth like a glaring stain of blood.

"You're insane! You're absolutely insane!"

Hans's face turned a deep purplish-red, and the veins on his neck bulged. "5%?"

"And a lifetime commission?"

"This means that every Braun machine from now on will be working for you!"

"That's absolutely impossible!"

"impossible?"

Lin Xi wasn't annoyed; she simply leaned back in her chair, a playful look in her eyes.

"Mr. Hans, get this straight. It's a seller's market now."

"I have a gun, while you only have sticks."

"Without my motors, Braun's prized power system is a joke;"

"Without my blade net, your so-called 'ultimate comfort' is nothing but a pile of dog shit."

"Once this technology enters the market..."

Lin Xi paused deliberately, raised her hand to look at her watch, and showed a regretful expression.

"Oh dear, it's almost time."

Lin Xi picked up a napkin to wipe her mouth, stood up, and waved to Section Chief Wang:

"Let's go, Lao Wang. Mr. Van der Sar is still waiting at the Liuhua Hotel. Don't keep him waiting."

"What?!"

The name was like a precise armor-piercing bullet, instantly penetrating all of Hans's defenses.

"You...you're going to find Philip?" Hans's voice trembled.

Why not?

Lin Xi straightened her collar, a harmless smile on her face.

"Mr. Van der Sar sent word that afternoon that Philippe would be very happy to accept a 5% licensing fee."

"After all, once we get this technology, we can completely wipe out Polan and dominate the global market."

"Compared to the exorbitant profits from a global monopoly, this licensing fee is nothing."

As she spoke, Lin Xi turned to leave.

In fact, Van der Sar never contacted him.

This is the most classic example of a calculated strategy – the prisoner's dilemma.

Once they believe that their opponents will betray them, they will have no choice but to scramble to be the "sucker."

In the live stream, the audience was already having a blast, with the chat screen flooded with comments.

[Incredible! This is top-tier psychological warfare!]

[Brother Lin pulled off this amazing feat in the atmosphere! He's got a real knack for getting something for nothing!]

[Vandersard: I was just sitting at home when this happened out of nowhere. Am I now the scapegoat?]

[Imagine the psychological trauma Hans is experiencing right now; this is what you call a CPU master!]

[This is so satisfying! Before, foreigners always demanded patent fees from us, but today we're finally getting the kickbacks!]

One step, two steps, three steps.

Lin Xi walked very slowly, the "tap-tap" of her leather shoes on the floor sounding like each step was on Hans's major artery.

If Philippe had acquired the technology, and Paulaner hadn't...

A terrifying image flashed through Hans's mind:

On the store shelves, Philips razors are everywhere.

Braun products were discarded by consumers like trash because they were noisy and didn't shave properly.

The stock market crash enraged the board of directors, and he was ousted and left homeless...

The fear of being eliminated by the market is ten thousand times stronger than losing a million dollars!

Just as Lin Xi's hand was about to touch the restaurant doorknob.

"etc!!"

Hans, who had been trembling all along, finally broke down.

He charged at Lin Xi like a wounded bull, grabbing her arm tightly with terrifying strength.

"No! Lin! Don't go!"

Hans's eyes were bloodshot, he was breathing heavily, and his voice carried a hint of sobbing and a humble plea:

"We'll sign! Poland will sign!"

"5% it is!"

"I'll sign it right now!"

"Immediately! Right now! Now!"

Lin Xi stopped and slowly turned around.

He looked at the Polish executive in front of him, who had lost all dignity, as if he were looking at prey that had fallen into a trap.

"Mr. Hans, have you thought it through?"

Lin Xi's smile appeared particularly alluring in the dim light.

"I've heard that the Germans are very meticulous in doing business, and don't they need to consult with headquarters? The process is quite slow."

"To hell with headquarters! By the time we get permission, it'll be too late!"

"That old fox, Vandessa, won't give me a chance!"

Hans pulled a pen from his pocket, his hand trembling so much he could barely hold it.

Section Chief Wang stood aside, watching this scene with his mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg.

He watched as the usually arrogant foreigner was now humbly kneeling on the dining table, signing the "unequal treaty" as if afraid Lin Xi would renege on his promise.

All of this was because of a meal Lin Xi ate and a few lies.

Is this... the power of knowledge?

That's terrifying!

After signing the papers, Hans slumped into the chair as if his spine had been removed.

He clutched the contract tightly in his hand, as if it were Bolang's last lifeline.

"very good."

Lin Xi put away the copy of the contract, gently patted Hans on the shoulder, and said, "Congratulations, you made the right choice."

"You...you're a devil," Hans muttered to himself, looking at Lin Xi.

"No." Lin Xi turned and walked into the night, her shadow stretching long. "I am the one who makes the rules."

Stepping out of the restaurant, the moist evening breeze of Huacheng brushed against my face.

Section Chief Wang finally came to his senses, and was so excited that he stammered:

"Manager Lin... is that all?"

"Can we charge for every single one of them from now on?"

"You're getting excited already?"

Lin Xi gazed at the lights of the Pearl River in the distance, his eyes as deep and unfathomable as a cold pool. "Old Wang, this is nothing."

"The real show is just beginning."

......

The next day, in Higashi Osaka, the land of cherry blossoms, at the central research and development center of "Tsukitachi Manufacturing".

The meeting room was brightly lit, but the atmosphere was oppressive.

At one end of the long table sat Kenichi Tanaka, president of Tsukitachi, with the famous calligraphy of "ichi-go ichi-e" hanging behind him.

On either side of the table stood a dozen or so engineers with gray hair and arrogant expressions.

They are the "technical dream team" that Yue Li is proud of, and the source of the confidence that Japanese manufacturing swept the world in the 80s.

Gentlemen.

President Tanaka tapped his fingers on the table, pointing to the black razor that had just been unpacked in the center of the table—Red Star Cyclone.

"Just yesterday, the Germanic country of Bolang and the windmill country of Philip bowed down to the Chinese at that backward exhibition in Flower City."

Tanaka's voice was low and menacing, filled with barely concealed anger:

"This is an utter disgrace!"

"What do the Chinese know about precision manufacturing? They can only make crude enamel basins and thermos flasks!"

"When did it become their place to set industry standards?!"

"Hi!" the engineers responded in unison.

"We bought this machine from the black market for ten times the price and had it airlifted back last night."

Tanaka suddenly waved his hand, his eyes filled with fanaticism and greed:

"I need you to..."

"No, within twenty-four hours!"

"Disassemble it, draw the diagrams, and replicate it!"

"We will use lower costs and more sophisticated craftsmanship to launch the 'Yamato Cyclone' and drive the Chinese out of the market!"