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

Langley, the beacon of light.

A closed conference room filled with the smell of tobacco and a sense of unease.

The projector hummed, its beams striking the dust-filled air.

"Gentlemen, please put away that 'watching a science fiction movie' look on your faces."

Deputy Chief Smith tapped the table and pointed to close-ups of the Red Star fan and razor on the screen:

"In the past year, this little-known 'Red Star Labor Service Center'..."

"It not only earned China more than ten million US dollars in foreign exchange, but also reversed the strategic landscape of China's rare earth trade."

"Can someone explain this to me?"

"What exactly is this 'service center' organization?"

"A secret branch of the Chinese Academy of Sciences? Or a special military laboratory?"

"Why is it that our intelligence network knows nothing about this 'service agency'?"

"Sir, in fact..." an intelligence officer said, his face grim.

"In China, the main business of 'service centers' is... to give haircuts to the neighborhood aunties and help residents mend their pots."

"These kinds of organizations are generally not within our scope of concern."

"Mending a pot?!"

Smith took a deep breath, feeling that his intelligence had been insulted.

"Are you trying to tell me that a hairdressing and pot-repairing service makes more than 1000 million US dollars a year?"

"They even figured out something that our top scientists in the beacon of light hadn't been able to figure out?"

There was silence in the conference room.

This isn't just magical, it's downright outrageous—it's outrageous to the extreme!

To break the awkward silence, a scientist steeled himself and stood up, waving a lab report in his hand:

"The energy product of this third-generation permanent magnet, called neodymium iron boron, is beyond our imagination."

"We tried to reverse engineer it, but found that its molecular structure was doped with extremely hidden interfering elements."

"It will take at least a year to crack it."

"A year?" Smith scoffed.

"A year from now, miniature motors all over the world may be labeled 'Made in China'."

"I heard that GE's labs are also working on this?"

"Yes, the results were originally expected in 1982." The scientist wiped the cold sweat from his brow.

"But now it seems that the Chinese not only overtook the car, but also blocked the road."

The scientists looked puzzled.

"The strangest thing is that we couldn't find any research and development information in China in this area."

"This third-generation permanent magnet seems to have appeared out of thin air."

"Regarding this..."

The intelligence officer opened another report, his expression strange.

"Robert Harrison of Sears provided a highly valuable contact report."

"The young man named Lin Xi revealed that Red Star's technological breakthroughs did not stem from the physics we understand."

"It originates from...mysterious Eastern metaphysics."

Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent.

The scientist pushed up his glasses, his face full of question marks: "What? Metaphysics?"

"Yes. It's clearly recorded in the report."

The intelligence officer swallowed hard and read aloud, word by word:

"The curvature of the fan blades is derived from the theory of mutual generation and restraint of the five elements, which emphasizes the principle of 'overcoming strength with gentleness'."

"They regard air as 'qi' and use the principles of Tai Chi to make the wind harmonious."

"As for the razor, the magnetic circuit layout of the micro motor is based on the 'Eight Trigrams'."

"And that ridiculously thin blade net was supposedly produced using an ancient technique called 'Turtle Breathing Technique'."

"The goal is to ensure that the metal maintains a consistent 'breathing frequency' when it cools."

"Nonsense! Ridiculous!"

A physicist suddenly stood up and loudly retorted:

"This is utterly absurd witchcraft!"

"How could magnetic moment and lattice constant possibly be related to any gossip?"

"Turtle Breathing Technique? What's that? Does it make metal hold its breath?"

"sit down!"

Smith suddenly spoke, his eyes frighteningly deep, "Don't rush to deny it."

He glanced around, his voice low and somber:

"Don't forget that Niels Bohr, the founder of quantum mechanics, understood wave-particle duality after seeing the Tai Chi symbol from China."

"If Bohr could do it, why can't others?"

"Perhaps the ultimate mathematical model that we have yet to decipher is hidden in that ancient philosophy."

These words stunned the physicists who had just been furious.

Eyes wide open.

In that instant, the logic... somehow became closed?

After all, that was Bohr!

"Or do you have another explanation?"

The big boss waved his hand and made the decision immediately:

"Whether it's metaphysics or not, I'd rather believe it exists."

"First, immediately establish a project team for the 'Industrial Application of Eastern Metaphysics'!"

"We'll bring together the best sinologists, theologians, and physicists in the US to specialize in the application of Eastern metaphysics in cutting-edge industries!"

"Second, strengthen the collection of scientific and technological intelligence."

"If China can produce the first neodymium iron boron, it can produce the second."

"We can't repeat this mistake, where we only learn the name of someone else's product after it's been sold all over the world."

"Third, and most importantly."

He pointed to the slide, on which was a profile picture of Lin Xi at the Canton Fair.

"Keep a close eye on Lin Xi."

"This young man is the key figure."

"If necessary..."

He paused, his tone turning sinister, "Permission is granted to utilize our spies embedded in China, as well as senior agents from headquarters."

"I need to know just how much more is going on in his head."

......

In a corner of the fifth workshop, in a laboratory temporarily converted from a storage room.

sizzle-

High-frequency vibrations echoed in the air.

Lin Xi, wearing goggles, was staring at a stainless steel trough in front of him.

This industrial ultrasonic cleaner, originally used to clean precision parts, now emits a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine.

The tank was filled with high-purity alcohol; the purplish-black liquid was churning violently, like boiling magma.

"Safflower, frankincense, myrrh, chuanxiong..."

Lin Xi muttered to herself while watching the comments in the live stream for guidance.

[Host, turn the power up! We need to completely shatter the cell walls; we need the drug molecules!]

This isn't brewing medicine, it's cyberpunk alchemy!

[Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand. This is called ultrasonic low-temperature extraction, which is a hundred times more efficient than boiling over a fire!]

Lin Xi reached out and turned off the machine, looking at the tank of shiny black liquid, a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

In order to cure Old He, the head housekeeper.

Netizens have even brought out their "traditional extraction" techniques!

……

At the same time, the Red Star Laboratory expansion project was underway.

"Wait! That level needs to be calibrated!"

He Zhenhua stood under the scaffolding, giving loud instructions.

He was wearing a military overcoat, the left sleeve of which was fluttering in the wind.

Although I only stayed for two days.

But his almost obsessive-compulsive meticulousness had already made the group of lazy workers somewhat apprehensive.

Suddenly, a violent spasm came from the cut on his left shoulder.

The feeling was like having a pair of red-hot iron tongs.

It clamped down tightly on his non-existent left hand.

Then twist and tear it forcefully!