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

This sentence struck a nerve with Yoshida.

Make it yourself?

That requires being able to manufacture it!

The two technicians who were injured by the shards of the magnet are still in the hospital!

Yoshida's fake smile froze for half a second, then he bent even lower, almost burying his head in the carpet.

"Mr. Lin, you're so funny!"

"Compared to Red Star's cutting-edge technology, Yue Li is nothing more than a primary school student still wearing open-crotch pants!"

Yoshida rubbed his hands together, his tone so sincere it was as if he wanted to acknowledge someone as his father on the spot:

"China and Japan are separated only by a strip of water; we have been neighbors for thousands of years."

"This opportunity to mentor younger generations is a traditional virtue of the East."

"Money is no problem! Just nod your head, and fill in any number you like!"

"Since we're neighbors, I won't hide anything from you."

Lin Xi toyed with the teacup, leaned forward slightly, and lowered her voice, as if she were talking about some state secret:

"Actually, it's not that I wanted to hold you back."

"It's Hans from Polang who absolutely refuses to let me sign with a Japanese company."

"explain……"

Lin Xi paused, looking troubled:

"Talking about cooperating with you makes Red Star seem...not so high-end."

"You know, Europeans are always a bit arrogant."

"What?!"

Upon hearing this, Yoshida's blood pressure spiked instantly, and he nearly jumped up in alarm:

"Lin Sang! We must not listen to the nonsense of those Germans!"

"Our Yuechi's craftsmanship and precision are recognized worldwide as a testament to craftsmanship!"

"To show our sincerity..."

Yoshida gritted his teeth, extending five fingers as if cutting flesh:

"We'll add another 50% to Braun's offer!"

Please give us a chance!

After he finished speaking, he gave another standard 90-degree bow, his forehead almost hitting the corner of the coffee table.

This isn't business negotiation; it's practically begging to be fleeced.

Lin Xi stared at Yoshida's shiny bald head with a playful look in her eyes.

This is the typical face of Japanese businessmen in the 80s.

They fear power but do not cherish virtue.

When you are weak, he is a wolf who eats people without spitting out the bones;

When you are powerful, he is just a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy.

Unfortunately, Lin Xi has no shortage of dogs.

What he lacks is an ATM that continuously dispenses US dollars, the cornerstone for building a future industrial empire.

"Oh dear, this is putting me in a difficult position."

Lin Xi sighed, feigning difficulty, and tapped her fingers lightly on her knee.

"Add 50%..."

"Although it's a very sincere offer, I won't be able to explain it to my superiors when I get back. After all, I'm risking offending European clients for such a small amount of money..."

Yoshida's heart pounded wildly, as if it were being gripped tightly by a giant hand.

Either seize the authorization and overtake others, or go back and commit seppuku to atone for your sins.

There is no third way!

"double!"

Yoshida suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot, like a madman who had staked everything on gambling.

"Lin-san! Twice the price of a Braun!"

"This is my bottom line, and it's also Yue Li's bottom line! Please grant my request!"

The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

Those few seconds felt incredibly long to Yoshida.

Finally, Lin Xi showed a reluctant expression on her face and sighed as if she had suffered a great loss.

"Since you're so sincere... fine."

Lin Xi stood up and patted Yoshida on the shoulder, just like an elder caring for a younger person:

"Well, we're 'good neighbors,' aren't we?"

"I'm the kind of person who's very soft-hearted."

Ten minutes later.

Watching Yoshida leave, clutching the contract that could be described as "humiliating and degrading to the nation," and expressing his deepest gratitude, Lin Xi finally couldn't suppress the smile on her lips.

"So good."

Lin Xi chuckled softly.

The viewers in the live stream were absolutely thrilled.

[Hahaha! Double! Is this what double the happiness feels like?]

This is the legendary "you get what you want in profit."

Watching the Japanese bow and offer money while enjoying the cherry blossoms... it felt even better than drinking an ice-cold Sprite on a sweltering summer day!

[Incredible! They complained about the other team's skills earlier, but then they made double the money without even realizing it!]

Lin Xi walked to the window, gazing at the dazzling night view of Huacheng with a deep look in her eyes.

"Don't rush, this is just the appetizer."

......

Inside the booth's negotiation room, the atmosphere suddenly changed.

It's like starting an assembly line.

The French businessman, Pierre, eagerly signed his name and pulled a thick wad of Franklin from his briefcase—all in US dollar cash.

"Lin, it's a pleasure doing business with you!"

Pierre held Lin Xi's hand tightly.

Lin Xi flashed her standard business smile:

"Mr. Pierre, rest assured, our authorization is extremely limited and prestigious; you are definitely a VIP among VIPs."

Pierre left satisfied.

Lin Xi took a leisurely sip of tea and called out to Er Ga, who was staring in disbelief at the door, "Next."

......

Section Chief Wang stood in the corner, completely numb.

He watched as the foreign businessmen, who usually looked down on everyone, lined up to enter the negotiation room, and then came out beaming with pride, each holding a contract.

Before long, the pile of authorization agreements stamped with bright red seals on the desk had grown into a small mountain.

"Manager Lin... Manager Lin," Section Chief Wang whispered in Lin Xi's ear, his voice trembling violently.

"This isn't right, is it?"

"Didn't you promise Hans and the others that you would only license to a 'small number' of manufacturers?"

"This is the eighteenth one!"

"Even pizza vendors selling bicycles have signed up, and you call that a small number?"

Lin Xi sat in a rocking folding chair and calmly sipped a mouthful of coarse tea.

The live stream chat was flooded with a white waterfall of comments.

[Haha, the streamer's redefined definition of "small amount" is hilarious, it's making my abs hurt!]

Even capitalists would weep at Lin Xi's actions; this isn't selling technology, it's wholesaling cabbages!

[This is so mean! Is this some kind of scheme to turn razor manufacturing into something as mundane as stir-frying cabbage?]

Lin Xi put down her teacup and looked at Section Chief Wang with a righteous air:

"Old Wang, you need to broaden your perspective."

"Hundreds of countries and billions of people around the world."

"I've only authorized a dozen or so factories. If you put them on a world map, they're not even a sesame seed."

"If this isn't a small quantity, is it wholesale?"

Section Chief Wang was speechless, thinking to himself, "Your logic is beyond the reach of even missiles."

"But……"

Section Chief Wang wiped the cold sweat from his brow.

"If you do this, if Paulaner and Philippe find out, they'll come after you to death!"

"Fight to the death?"

Lin Xi sneered, his eyes suddenly becoming deep and intense.

"Brother Wang, do you know how to completely destroy a giant?"

"It's not about creating a better product to compete head-on, but about spreading core technologies like water all over the world!"

Lin Xi pointed to the customers still queuing outside, her tone chilling:

"If I only authorize Braun, he will take advantage of his monopoly position to desperately drive down my prices and strangle me."

"But if I authorize twenty or fifty factories, Polan will have to beg me to grant them the authorization."

"Because if he doesn't sign, his opponent will."

"If he doesn't buy, his competitors will."

"This is called the 'Prisoner's Dilemma,' and I taught foreigners how to play it."

At this point, Lin Xi stood up, her languid demeanor vanishing instantly, replaced by an aura of absolute control:

"When all the razors in the world use Red Star motors, Red Star magnets, and Red Star nickel mesh."

"Whether he's Paulaner or Philippe, whether he's called Gekriti or Hitachi."

"They all have only one identity—"

"The assembly workshop that works for our 'Made in China' products!"

Section Chief Wang felt a chill run down his spine.

Looking at the young man in his early twenties before him, he felt a deep sense of awe for the first time.

This guy isn't doing business; he's using the Canton Fair as a platform to shackle the global razor industry!

……