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

In the new Red Star Laboratory, He Zhenhua is reporting to Lin Xi:

"The management mechanism of Red Star Technology has been implemented and is currently operating well."

"The expansion of Workshop 5 is still underway and should be completed in about a month."

"The office space for the Red Star Laboratory has been secured, and equipment is being added gradually."

Lin Xi smiled and nodded. This head steward is really not bad!

Everything was arranged perfectly!

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. He."

Then, Lin Xi looked down at her notebook.

The list above contains over 100 SSR talents, and many have already been selected.

"Liu Xiaodong, all done."

"Zhao Qiang is on his way."

Lin Xi held the red pen in one spot, hesitating to put it down.

There was only one name there: Jiang Jun.

"Freight drivers are unpredictable, and they're the most difficult to deal with."

Lin Xi capped the pen, her brows furrowed.

An optical grating ruler is the "ruler" of a CNC machine tool.

Without this ruler, the parts we make are like blind men touching an elephant.

Jiang Jun was the one who could grind out "glasses" for China's industry.

Just as he was pondering this, Sun Erga rushed in.

His face was flushed, and he was waving a telegram in his hand.

"Manager Lin! Something terrible has happened!"

"The boiler exploded?" Lin Xi didn't even look up, continuing to study the list.

"It's not a boiler! It's an order! Things have gone crazy in Kunming!"

Sun Erga slammed the telegram on the table; his voice cracked with excitement.

"The No. 1 Department Store in Changchun, Jilin Province, has urgently ordered 10,000 'Forest Oxygen Bar' air purifiers!"

"How much?" Lin Xi thought she had misheard.

"Ten thousand units! Full payment! Cash on delivery!"

"The freight cars have all been arranged!"

Lin Xi turned to look out the window.

It was February 1981, the season when water in the north was freezing cold.

"Erga, are you running a fever?"

Lin Xi touched Erga's forehead.

"At minus twenty degrees Celsius, what would they need a fan for? To blow snow around in?"

"I'm wondering the same thing!"

Sun Erga had an expression that said, "I don't understand, but I'm deeply shocked."

"Although our fan can blow out those 'negative ions,' it's still just a fan."

"It's the dead of winter, even wearing a padded coat is cold, who the hell would buy a fan?"

"and……"

Sun Erga swallowed hard, his expression turning extremely strange. "The other party has a request."

"explain."

"They said money is no problem, they'd even go for a higher price, but you have to come in person."

Sun Erga mimicked the tone of the telegram, speaking with utmost respect.

"We must invite Master Lin to the site to provide guidance."

"Master Lin...?"

Lin Xi's lips twitched.

Did I ever have this title?

This title doesn't sound like someone in the industrial sector; it sounds more like a fortune teller under a pedestrian bridge.

The viewers in the live stream were even more confused than he was.

[Holy crap, streamer, did you secretly get a Taoist priest certificate?]

[Spring City? Buying fans in winter? I've never seen this script before.]

[Case solved! It must be the butterfly effect; the streamer messed up the timeline!]

[What the hell? Master Lin, the anchor looks like a typical STEM guy, how is he a master?]

Lin Xi stared at the location of Kunming on the map, her eyes gleaming.

There is an urgent need for money in various places right now.

Regardless of what the other party is up to, the cash flow from these 10,000 units is real.

More importantly, Jiang Jun is in Kunming.

"Call back."

Lin Xi grabbed her coat and draped it over her shoulders, her gaze becoming firm.

"Tell them that once the goods are ready, I will personally escort the truck over!"

"I'd like to see what kind of tricks this winter fan can pull!"

……

Ten days later, in Kunming.

These days, the old green trains are as slow as oxen, but the heating is surprisingly strong.

When Lin Xi got out of the car, she was shivered by the biting cold wind.

"It's so damn cold." Sun Erga hunched his neck, his breath freezing on his eyebrows.

But this quiet period didn't last long.

As they passed Victory Park, the scene before them plunged Lin Xi and the viewers in the live stream into a long silence.

Early in the morning, it was minus twenty degrees Celsius.

The park was packed with people, at least several hundred.

These people don't dance or box; instead, they strike distorted and bizarre poses.

Some people lay on the snow like toads, puffing out their breath, while others leaned against big trees and rubbed themselves frantically, making strange hissing sounds.

The most outrageous thing is that there were actually dozens of elderly men and women.

It had an aluminum pot on its head, with an antenna attached to the handle, pointing directly at the sun to "receive signals".

【？？？？？】

What kind of scene is this?

[Holy crap! My eyes! What kind of utterly baffling human behavior is this?!]

[The person upstairs doesn't understand, does he? This is the legendary qigong craze of the 80s! That's an information satellite dish, supposedly capable of receiving cosmic energy!]

[What the hell is this cosmic energy? Isn't that just a pot for cooking noodles?]

[The artistic element is very strong, probably three or four stories high.]

"Erga, look at that."

Lin Xi pointed to the most conspicuous banner in the crowd, her fingers trembling.

Sun Erga looked in the direction the finger was pointing, and his chin almost hit his foot.

On the red banner, several large characters were written in yellow paint:

[A warm welcome to Master Lin Xi, a leading figure in Qigong research, to Kunming!]

Two passersby were chatting nearby, and their voices could be heard clearly.

"Hey, did you hear? The department store is going to sell that 'Red Star Magic Item' tomorrow."

"Of course I need to know! I've already withdrawn the money!"

"I heard that the ritual implement was blessed by Master Lin for the old leaders in the capital. What it emanates isn't wind, but 'qi'!"

"Really? Running a fan in the dead of winter? Won't you freeze to death?"

"You don't know anything!"

"Think about it, Master Lin can even cure our old leader's insomnia, how profound must his skills be?"

"Holy crap, that makes sense!"

"I absolutely have to grab one. Even if I don't brag, having one at home to ward off evil spirits would be fantastic!"

Lin Xi stood in the cold wind, looking at the banner that made him look like a god, and felt terrible.

Case solved.

During the Spring Festival, I explained to retired cadres in Beijing about how "negative ions improve microcirculation".

After being passed down by word of mouth over thousands of kilometers, it has become known as "Master Lin curing terminal illnesses by performing his powers over a thousand miles".

This is absolutely horrible!

"Manager..." Sun Erga's eyes lit up, "You... you've become a god?"

"God my ass!" Lin Xi said through gritted teeth, his face dark. "We're scientists!"

……

The next morning, in front of the Chuncheng No. 1 Department Store.

Lin Xi had never seen anything like this in her life.

Crowds of people, red flags waving.

Besides the citizens who came to buy the goods, there were even a few "Qigong practitioners" dressed in Taoist robes and Zhongshan suits sitting in the front row watching the ceremony.

Fifty "Forest Oxygen Bar" fans were neatly arranged on the table, all of them powered on but not turned on.

Manager Ge from the department store, beaming, rushed onto the stage, grabbed the microphone, and shouted:

"Comrades! Fellow practitioners!"

"Today, we are honored to have with us Master Lin Xi, a pioneer who perfectly combines Qigong with modern technology!"

boom--!

The applause from the audience was deafening.

Thousands of pairs of fervent eyes were fixed on Lin Xi.

Lin Xi braced herself and walked onto the stage.

He was wearing an ordinary military overcoat, and because he hadn't rested well, his face was pale and his eyes were sunken.

But to the audience, this appearance was quite different.

"See that? That's what you call an ethereal, otherworldly air!"

"A pale complexion indicates that one's vital energy is being contained, while sunken eyes signify the opening of one's third eye!"

"That's the true demeanor of a master, detached from worldly concerns!"

"Everyone, please be quiet." Lin Xi raised her hand and pressed it down.

His intention was to get everyone to stop arguing so he could begin explaining the scientific principles behind negative ions.

however--

Just as his palm pressed down.

The elderly men in the front row, with aluminum pots on their heads, suddenly shuddered violently, as if they had been electrocuted, and shouted loudly:

"Such a powerful aura! The master has unleashed his power!"

Splash!

An incredibly surreal scene unfolded.

The hundreds of people in the front row all took a step back in unison, as if they had been pushed away by an invisible wave of air.

The entire room fell silent.

Then came even more frenzied chants of worship.

Holy crap! Their acting is so good, they deserve an Oscar!

[Anchor: I just wanted you to shut up, but you thought I was unleashing a Kamehameha?]

[This is hilarious! What kind of top-tier comprehension ability is this? Is this the legendary max-level Dihua?]

Lin Xi's hand holding the microphone froze in mid-air, the words of explanation stuck in her throat, unable to come out.