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

Sister Liu said, "I can take care of the New Year's goods."

"I don't know how to do the others."

"Manager Lin, you take the lead, we'll listen to you!"

"Yes! We'll listen to Manager Lin!"

Others chimed in, "Whether it's going up mountains or down to the sea, we won't even flinch!"

Lin Xi had a headache.

These people were the core members of his original service organization.

Loyalty and initiative are acceptable.

But this is business management, not a gathering of heroes on Liangshan Mountain!

It's not their fault; managing this kind of thing requires experience.

Lin Xi sighed, thinking: Am I going to have to spend a huge amount of time doing all this?

"Manager Lin."

He Zhenhua, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke.

His voice wasn't loud, but it was clear and articulate, with a metallic, cold quality.

"Before I came here, I went to take a look at Red Star Technology."

"Including machinery factories, plastics factories, service agencies, etc."

He surveyed his surroundings, his gaze sharp as a knife:

"Excuse my bluntness, but Red Star is no longer a company."

"It was an organized... beggar gang."

"puff--"

Erga, who was drinking water, spat it out.

Sun Erga's face turned a deep liver color:

"Hey! How dare you talk to me like that?"

What is the Beggars' Sect?

"We earned over ten million US dollars in foreign exchange for the country!"

He Zhenhua didn't even lift his eyelids:

"There are no records of material requisition, staff attendance is all done by shouting, there is no budget for financial expenditures, and the cleanliness of the workshop is appalling."

"With this kind of efficiency, a factory in Germany would have gone bankrupt three times over."

A fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

His face was somewhat pale, a physiological reaction caused by long-term neurasthenia.

But he stood ramrod straight, like a poplar tree nailed to the Gobi Desert.

Give me 48 hours.

He Zhenhua turned to look at Lin Xi, his eyes filled with a firm and confident gaze:

"I'll give you a management system."

"If I can't do it, I'll get out."

Lin Xi looked at his trembling right hand, which was his way of trying to suppress the pain in his body.

The comments section is buzzing with excitement:

[Holy crap, this guy's kind of handsome! A kind of abstinent, flawed, yet beautiful older man?]

[This aura is amazing; I feel like he's about to pull out calipers to measure the thickness of my skin.]

But his body seemed to be failing him; his face was as white as paper.

"it is good."

Lin Xi smiled and said, "48 hours. I'll wait for you."

……

Two days later.

Lin Xi looked at the thick, handwritten "Red Star Management Regulations" on the table and couldn't help but gasp.

The handwriting was so neat it looked like printed text, and even the punctuation marks exuded a rigorous and austere air.

The content is also in a truly "Prussian style":

The hierarchical management system was so rigid it was appalling.

Attendance is recorded down to the second; being one minute late will result in a deduction from the day's performance bonus.

The red line for material loss is set at 0.5%; exceeding this will result in direct accountability.

The most outrageous thing is that there are even suggested standards for when employees go to the toilet.

This is a perfect management model for the industrial age.

Treat people like machines, pursuing the ultimate in efficiency and discipline.

"How is it?"

He Zhenhua sat opposite him, his eyes were dark-rimmed, but his spirits were frighteningly high.

He seemed to have temporarily forgotten his physical disability and psychological trauma during his two days and two nights of frantic work.

"Perfect skeleton."

Lin Xi closed the notebook, gave a fair assessment, and then changed the subject:

"But, Lao He."

"If these things are distributed, I'm afraid the workers will smash your windows tonight."

He Zhenhua frowned:

"Without rules, nothing can be accomplished."

"That's how German factories are managed."

"That was Germany in the 50s."

Lin Xi picked up her pen and quickly scribbled a few lines on the paper.

"This is China in the 80s."

"We're building things for the future, and management needs to keep up."

"Watch closely."

As Lin Xi spoke, she began to "revise" the plan, taking into account the comments from viewers in the live stream.

"First, the rigid attendance system will be abolished and replaced with a 'results-oriented' approach."

Lin Xi wrote down a few words,

"As long as the work is done well and the quality meets the standards, attendance is not a strict requirement."

"Second, the 'layered reporting' system has been changed to a 'flat management structure'."

Lin Xi explained,

"If a technician finds a problem, they can simply open my office door or come directly to you."

"There's no need to go through the three levels of vetting: team leader, director, and factory manager."

"Third, and most importantly..."

Lin Xi drew a heavy circle on the paper, her eyes sharpening:

"Introducing KPIs... oh no."

"We call it a 'Key Performance Indicator'."

"What we need is a wolf-like spirit, creativity, not people turned into obedient cogs in a machine!"

He Zhenhua initially showed strong resistance and even tried to slam his fist on the table to refute.

This unorthodox management style is an insult to the knowledge he has acquired!

But as Lin Xi analyzed each point one by one...

From "stimulating subjective initiative" to "fault tolerance mechanism".

He Zhenhua's eyes changed.

From anger, to confusion, and then to shock.

As an expert, he knew all too well what these modifications meant.

The set of ideas proposed by Lin Xi seems arbitrary.

In fact, each of these measures precisely addresses the pain points of traditional management.

This is not just a management system; it is a deconstruction of "human nature" and "efficiency" from a completely new dimension.

It was at least more advanced than what he was so proud of in his Germanic studies...

Twenty years?

No, fifty years!

When Lin Xi put down her pen, He Zhenhua stared at the document that had been altered beyond recognition, his hands trembling so much that he could barely hold his teacup.

This time it wasn't because of illness, but because of excitement.

"President Lin..."

He Zhenhua's voice was dry.

The spine, which had been standing ramrod straight, now finally bent slightly.

"I studied in Germanic countries for five years and thought I had learned the essence of industry."

"After listening to your words today, I realize that I'm like a frog in a well."

Lin Xi pushed the revised articles of association back, smiling as she offered him a cigarette:

"Old He, you've built the framework for Red Star, and I've set the principles."

"Now it's your turn."

He Zhenhua took the cigarette with trembling hands, but did not light it. Instead, he solemnly tucked it behind his ear.

He took a deep breath, stood up, and carefully straightened his collar with his only remaining right hand.

Then he gave Lin Xi a standard military salute.

His movements were swift and decisive, and his eyes were as resolute as iron.

"We guarantee the mission will be completed."

The chat room erupted once again:

[Haha, even capitalists would weep at Mr. Lin's move!]

[Host, why didn't you include my proposed ultimate PUA solution?! Thumbs down!]

[Lin Xi, the father of KPIs, is online! Workers of Hongxing Factory, get ready to receive your good fortune! Tremble!]

This wave has transformed Prussia's iron-fisted mentality into internet-based wolf-like ferocity; the Red Star is about to take off!

[Host! After these two observations, I roughly know what Old He's illness is! It's treatable!]

Having secured the trust of the internal steward, Lin Xi was in high spirits.

As soon as I stepped out of the conference room, I saw Sun Erga sneaking over with a furtive look on his face.

"Bro, are you really going to use that one-armed swordsman?"

"He looked really fierce to me. The way he looked at me just now was like he wanted to eat me alive."

Lin Xi patted Sun Erga on the shoulder and smiled meaningfully:

"Erga, be more polite to him in the future."

"If he catches you slacking off, I won't stop him from docking your bonus."

"Huh?" Sun Erga said with a bitter face, "Then I'd better go and work on distribution channels."