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

"Don't worry, President!"

Chief Technology Officer Watanabe pushed up his thick-rimmed glasses, revealing a slight, disdainful smile:

"I've got the Zeiss profiler from Germany and the top-of-the-line wire EDM machine from Switzerland."

"Even for a 1:1 replica of a crude industrial product like China's, we can make it better than the original."

Ten minutes later, this group of people, representing the highest level of industrial technology in Asia in the 80s, walked into that top-notch laboratory with constant temperature and humidity.

Watanabe put on white gloves, picked up a screwdriver, and gracefully removed the screws from the bottom of the razor.

The outer casing opens easily.

However, when the tiny, silvery-gray motor, no bigger than a thumb, was exposed to the air, everyone froze for a moment.

"What...what kind of structure is this?"

Watanabe's brows furrowed deeply.

There is no commutator and no carbon brushes.

The stator windings are so compact they look like a single unit, and the rotor is so smooth it's like a work of art.

"Never mind, just cut it open!"

Watanabe ordered, "Analyze the composition of the magnets."

A skilled technician secures the motor to a precision diamond wire cutting machine.

This machine has a precision of up to 0.001 millimeters, making it easy to cut a strand of hair.

"Buzz—"

The grinding wheel slowly approaches the motor housing.

The moment the diamond cutter tip touched the motor rotor, a sudden change occurred!

Suddenly, an extremely powerful suction force erupted from within that seemingly harmless metal cylinder.

This is the magnetic field monster released after the balance of the third-generation rare earth permanent magnet material "neodymium iron boron" was violently disrupted!

The high-speed rotating cutter head base is instantly subjected to a lateral pull of thousands of Newtons.

"squeak--!!!"

A sickening metallic tearing sound echoed throughout the laboratory.

The hard diamond cutting tip broke!

But that's not the worst part.

The shattered blades did not scatter; instead, they were instantly attracted to the wildly spinning rotor by the terrifying magnetic force.

The originally sophisticated motor was instantly transformed into a miniature "flying guillotine"!

"Baka! Turn it off!" Watanabe shouted in terror.

But it was too late.

The technician who was closest to the victim felt a flash of cold light before his eyes, a chill on the back of his hand, and then blood gushed out.

"ah--!!"

Screams echoed through the laboratory.

This isn't disassembly; this is practically detonating a magnetic bomb!

After the chaos, the injured mechanic was carried away.

Watanabe's face turned deathly pale as he stared intently at the expensive, broken piece of equipment.

The damaged motor rotor still had a large clump of scrap iron stuck to it, as if it were silently mocking him.

"What...what kind of magnet is this?"

Watanabe's hands trembled violently and uncontrollably.

"This is definitely not a samarium-cobalt magnet!"

"This kind of magnetic energy product... is simply unheard of!"

"Watanabe-kun! Look at this!"

Meanwhile, the team responsible for the knife net also let out a desperate wail.

Watanabe staggered over and saw the engineer slumped on the ground, his finger trembling as he pointed at the monitor.

"This wasn't stamped at all..."

On the screen, the blade mesh structure, magnified a thousand times, presents a breathtaking perfection.

The hexagonal mesh is arranged like a honeycomb, with each hole having a smooth, rounded edge.

There are no metal stress marks or tool marks.

"This...this is metal that has 'grown'?" Watanabe muttered to himself.

"Even in Sumitomo Chemical's most advanced labs, the yield rate is less than 1%!"

"How do they mass-produce them?!"

"This craftsmanship, these materials..." The engineer took off his glasses, covering his face in despair.

"If we were to forcibly imitate it, the cost would be at least ten times that of Red Star."

"We have no chance of winning."

Dead silence.

A deathly silence enveloped the entire laboratory.

At this moment, their proud "craftsmanship" is like trying to cut through tank armor with a samurai sword in the face of technological barriers from the future.

Aside from the broken blade, it left no trace.

Half an hour later, in the president's office.

After listening to the report, Kenichi Tanaka seemed to have aged ten years.

He looked at the report on the table that read "Cannot be replicated," and then at the "Ichigo Ichie" (one chance, one meeting) sign on the wall.

This is not just a technological gap, it's a dimensional crushing defeat.

"President, we have always been outmatched by Braun and Philips in the high-end market."

Watanabe had lost his previous arrogance; instead, his eyes gleamed with fanaticism.

"If we can get the authorization...we can overtake them on a shortcut!"

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

Tanaka closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

That ingrained humility and subservience in the face of the strong instantly overwhelmed any semblance of dignity.

"Prepare the car."

Tanaka opened his eyes, his gaze revealing a resolute determination, like a warrior cutting off his own arm.

"Have Executive Director Yoshida fly to Huacheng immediately."

"Tell him that no matter what conditions the Chinese offer, no matter how much humiliation he suffers..."

"We absolutely must obtain authorization!"

……

Two days later, in the negotiation room of the Canton Fair.

Lin Xi was lounging on the sofa with her legs crossed, engrossed in reading the day's "Reference News".

Opposite him stood a short, middle-aged man in a dark suit.

The man maintained a standard 90-degree bow, cold sweat dripping from his forehead and onto the carpet.

This is Shoichi Yoshida, Executive Director of Sakura Kokugetachi Co., Ltd.

I've maintained this position for a full four minutes now.

Foreign businessmen and guests passing by glanced at her and whispered among themselves, but Lin Xi seemed not to notice and even turned a page of the newspaper.

The chat room was filled with laughter.

[Hahaha, I took a screenshot of this scene! A world-famous painting: "Yoshida Bowing".]

[Host, you're a master of psychological warfare! That "hanging someone out" tactic was brilliant!]

Is this the legendary spirit of "bowing and scraping" in craftsmanship? They really know how to bow and scrape!

[Didn't you used to be so arrogant about copying others? Why aren't you so cocky anymore? Keep being arrogant!]

[Hilarious! That's impressive waist strength; I suggest they apply for UNESCO World Heritage status.]

It wasn't until halfway through the fourth minute that Lin Xi slowly put down the newspaper, as if she had just discovered a living person.

"Oh, isn't this Mr. Yoshida?"

Lin Xi looked surprised.

"Why are you giving such a grand gesture?"

"Get up, get up! We don't follow this kind of thing in China. It's a remnant of feudalism."

Yoshida straightened up, feeling as if his lumbar spine was about to break.

But his face was still full of a humble, almost fawning smile, and before he had even stood up straight, he gave another standard 45-degree bow.

"Mr. Lin! I'm so sorry to have disturbed your rest!"

Yoshida's voice boomed, "I am here on behalf of Tsukitachi Co., Ltd., seeking cooperation with Red Star with the utmost sincerity!"

"cooperate?"

Lin Xi picked up the teacup and gently blew away the foam.

"Mr. Yoshida, if I remember correctly, I told you the day before yesterday that Paulaner and Philippe had already signed."

"We only want to grant a limited number of licenses; we simply can't manage that many 'apprentices'."

Lin Xi put down her teacup, looking at him with a half-smile, her eyes revealing a Versailles-like helplessness:

"Besides, I've heard that your company's technological capabilities are among the world's leading."

"Since they're already ahead, why bother buying our outdated technology?"

"Just build it yourself, it's no big deal."