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

Wang Dapao was startled and quickly turned off the switch.

But the strong fishy smell still wafted out.

The workers watching all smelled it, and they covered their noses and looked at each other in bewilderment.

Lin Xi's face was so gloomy it looked like it was about to drip water.

He looked at Wang Dapao, his tone icy cold and devoid of any warmth:

"Is this what you mean by 'it's done'?"

"Manager...we just want to turn up the power a bit more, to get more of those 'negative ions' out."

Wang Dapao lowered his head, like a child who had done something wrong.

"Wang Yu, you speak," Lin Xi said, turning to the young technician.

Wang Yu's face was deathly pale, and his voice was barely audible:

"I...I wanted to use high voltage to break down the air, but I didn't choose the right transformer..."

"Moreover... the discharge gap was too large, generating a large amount of ozone."

"This concentration is so strong that just two breaths could make someone throw up last night's dinner."

Lin Xi picked up a piece of chalk and marked a huge red X on the complex circuit diagram on the blackboard:

"If this kind of industrial waste were sent to Sears, Harrison wouldn't even have to wait for us to ship it; he could just sue us in court."

"By then, forget about earning foreign exchange; every single one of us will be stuck in jail, working on sewing machines!"

Wang Dapao and Wang Yu kept their heads down.

The pride I felt just moments ago vanished without a trace, replaced by a deep sense of frustration.

They felt that they were still just roughnecks who could only tighten screws, and had failed their manager's expectations.

Seeing their dejected appearance, Lin Xi sighed, and her anger subsided considerably.

It's not their fault.

In this era, extensive development is the norm.

There is no concept of "micro-control" or "user experience".

In their minds, the stronger the effect, the better.

"Watch closely, I'll only teach you once."

Lin Xi threw away the chalk and rummaged through Wang Yu's pile of parts, finding a few dusty diodes and several high-voltage capacitors.

Wang Yu was stunned: "Manager, are these the only parts?"

"The beauty of industry lies not in piling up materials, but in precision."

The soldering iron in Lin Xi's hand began to dance, and rosin smoke rose up.

In the live stream, netizens studying electrical engineering started taking notes frantically.

[Here it comes! The anchor's basic skill: voltage doubler rectifier circuit!]

[Simulating the most expensive high-voltage generator using the cheapest components—this skill is truly amazing.]

[What's that? Carbon fiber? Where did the streamer get it?]

Lin Xi pulled a small tuft of thin black thread from his pocket—

Those were scraps of aerospace-grade carbon fiber that he casually "borrowed" from the laboratory of the Seventh Ministry of Machinery Industry.

Shearing, clustering, welding.

The movements were fluid and seamless, without any unnecessary or wasteful actions.

ten minutes.

Lin Xi casually stuffed a black module, no bigger than a cigarette box, into the slot of the fan cover.

"Try again." Lin Xi took a step back and put her hands in her pockets.

Wang Dapao had some psychological trauma and hesitated, not daring to reach out.

Lin Xi didn't waste any words and pressed the switch herself.

"Buzz—"

The fan started up again.

This time, there was no fishy smell, and even the frantic sound of the motor had become much softer.

"broken?"

Wang Dapao mustered his courage and leaned closer to take a look. "No movement?"

"Shut up. Close your eyes and smell with your nose," Lin Xi said calmly.

Wang Dapao paused for a moment, then obediently closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the air blowing from the fan.

next second.

The man's expression changed.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils widening like saucers, his face showing a look of utter shock, as if he had never seen anything like it before.

"Why...why does this wind taste sweet?"

He took a few more deep drags, his expression one of blissful ecstasy, like a drunkard.

"Manager! Amazing! This feels...like a mountain ravine after a torrential downpour!"

"Clear and refreshing! Taking a breath, even the top of my head feels clear!"

Wang Yu also came over, took a deep breath, and stood there dumbfounded.

The nauseating fishy smell from before is gone.

Instead, there is a kind of indescribable, refreshing coolness.

It's like being suddenly thrown from a coal-smoky workshop into the primeval forest of the Greater Khingan Mountains.

The workers in the workshop gradually gathered around.

"Really! I can smell it too!"

"Amazing! The breeze from this fan feels just like it does in the mountains!"

Seeing the shocked expressions on everyone's faces, Lin Xi casually wrote four large characters on the fan casing:

[Forest Oxygen Bar]

"Dapao, Wang Yu, remember this. We're not selling fans."

Lin Xi turned around and looked at them intently:

"Fans are something that the Ministry of Machinery Industry can make, and so can factories in Shanghai. In two years, the whole world will be able to make them."

"We can't compete with them in terms of hardware."

"So, what we're selling isn't fans."

What we sell is health.

"It's about selling the primeval forests of the Greater Khingan Mountains to the middle class in the United States, who live in concrete jungles and breathe in car exhaust."

Lin Xi held up two fingers:

"This circuit costs less than two yuan."

"But by adding the word 'health,' this typhoon fan can add an extra $10 'technology tax' to the $30 price tag."

At that moment, Wang Yu's gaze towards Lin Xi changed.

It wasn't just worship; it was more like looking at a living god of wealth.

A cost of two dollars yields a net profit of ten dollars.

This isn't doing business; this is practically turning lead into gold.

"Big Cannon, Wang Yu."

Lin Xi erased the drawing of the "voltage doubler rectifier circuit" from the blackboard, leaving only a few key parameters.

"You can handle the appearance design, mold development, and stability testing yourselves."

Wang Dapao was taken aback: "Manager, you're not going to take care of it?"

Lin Xi patted his broad shoulder meaningfully:

"I'm the manager, not a nanny."

"If I have to weld everything myself, when will Red Star Service Center ever become Red Star Industrial Group?"

"I want to see the first batch of mass-produced machines roll off the production line before the Spring Festival."

"Is it possible?"

Wang Dapao puffed out his chest and roared so loudly that the rooftops trembled:

"I can! If I can't, I'll twist my head off and use it as a ball!"

Lin Xi smiled.

He stepped out of the sweltering workshop and stood alone under the frigid night sky of the northwest.

Behind him came the clanging and clattering of discussions in the workshop, where Wang Dapao was arguing heatedly with Wang Yu over a one-millimeter tolerance.

Lin Xi lit a cigarette and looked at the dark Gobi Desert in the distance.

The service center has successfully completed its first step in this strategic move.

With cash flow secured, the spark of talent was also ignited.

Next year, let's pull off a big one!