Chapter 102 Manager Lin's Thousand Layers of Schemes

"Zhao Qiang." Lin Xi tilted his head slightly.

"Present!"

"That 'soft control' firmware specifically for the C616—is it flashed in yet?"

"It was burned in long ago!"

Zhao Qiang grinned as he carried his toolbox. "I've just been waiting for someone to ask."

Lin Xi pointed to the nearest lathe: "Install it."

No nonsense.

Zhao Qiang and his two apprentices moved nimbly, mounting the motor base, wiring it up, and powering it on.

Over half an hour later.

A black control box had been added to the back of that C616.

"Big Cannon, show them what you've got." Lin Xi took a step back.

Wang Dapao clattered away, inputting a string of commands.

Engineer Zhang stood nearby with his arms crossed, still muttering:

"It's useless. The laws of physics are right there; you can't eliminate the moment of inertia..."

*Beep.*

The start button was pressed.

*Zzzt—*

There was no shaking.

None at all.

The moment the tool post started, it felt as if an invisible giant hand had gently supported it.

The speed didn't just max out instantly; instead, it climbed in an incredibly eerie S-curve.

"This is algorithmic compensation."

Lin Xi's voice wasn't loud, yet it was clearly audible in the quiet workshop.

"The system detects sudden changes in motor load and automatically adjusts the current waveform."

"It performs three micro-reverse brakings within 0.05 seconds to counteract mechanical resonance."

"To put it simply, it uses software to compensate for hardware."

As he spoke, the tool post had already surged forward.

The alloy steel bar was rotating at high speed, and the iron shavings cut by the lathe tool appeared in perfect blue curls.

That was a sign that the cutting parameters had reached their limit.

Steady.

Too steady.

Twenty minutes later.

Five standard pins, gleaming with a cold light, were lined up neatly on the workbench.

Lin Xi tilted his chin toward Engineer Zhang:

"Section Chief Zhang, if you would?"

"This is our plant's own machine, so don't say I'm cheating."

Engineer Zhang's face flushed as he walked forward quickly.

He pulled a micrometer from his pocket; his hands were actually shaking slightly.

He clamped it and turned the ratchet.

*Click, click.*

He read the numbers.

Engineer Zhang's pupils constricted violently.

He picked up the second one, then the third...

By the time he finished measuring all five, Engineer Zhang was stunned. He dejectedly lowered the micrometer.

"0.01 millimeters..."

Engineer Zhang muttered to himself.

"This is impossible..."

"How could this level of rigidity withstand such a large feed rate?"

"Engineer Zhang, how is it?"

Cui Yushan, sweating profusely from anxiety, leaned in to ask.

Engineer Zhang turned around and looked at the pile of parts that hadn't even cooled down yet.

He took a deep breath and then bowed deeply to Lin Xi.

"Manager Lin, I, Old Zhang, have been like a frog at the bottom of a well."

Engineer Zhang looked up, his eyes filled with fanaticism.

"This isn't just modifying a machine tool; this is giving the machine tool a new heart and brain!"

"Magical skill! Truly magical!"

The entire floor broke into an uproar.

Upon hearing this, Cui Yushan slapped his thigh.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Cui Yushan was so excited he was incoherent. He pointed at the machine and roared:

"This thing is a damn treasure!"

"This is like bringing back an Eighth-Grade Worker who only eats electricity and not food!"

...

Quancheng No. 1 Machine Tool Plant, conference room.

Cui Yushan personally lit a cigarette for Lin Xi, his gaze fervent.

"Manager Lin, this thing—how much does it sell for?"

Lin Xi held up two fingers.

"Three thousand five hundred."

Cui Yushan was startled, then ecstatic: "Three thousand five hundred yuan? For one machine?"

"It's for one set of modification parts, including the motor, drive, and controller."

Lin Xi said calmly, "I'll provide the blueprints for the ball screws; you'll process those yourselves."

Cui Yushan turned to look at the Production Section Chief, Old Liu.

The beads on the abacus in Old Liu's hand were clicking rapidly, and his eyes were wide.

"Director! This is too much of a bargain!"

Liu Tiejun was so excited he was babbling.

"Our ex-factory price for a C616 is over four thousand. With this kit, the cost is about eight thousand."

"But this efficiency is worth several Eighth-Grade Workers!"

"And the machine doesn't eat, sleep, or get moody. It can even run twenty-four hours a day!"

"This isn't just selling machine tools; this is a blood transfusion for the industrial main artery!"

Three thousand five hundred yuan.

To buy a never-tiring 'Eighth-Grade Worker'.

This was the sincerity Red Star Technology offered, and it was also Lin Xi's greeting gift to the domestic industry.

Cui Yushan gripped Lin Xi's hand tightly, too moved to speak.

"However,"

Lin Xi's tone shifted.

"Factory Director Cui, we can't just keep our eyes on the domestic market."

"Overseas is where we should be harvesting."

"We need to sell the modified complete machines to the foreigners."

Cui Yushan was a bit hesitant: "Will the foreigners even look twice at our crude stuff?"

"They will." A cold smirk curled on Lin Xi's lips.

"Foreigners also need cost-effective, sturdy, and durable machine tools."

"The low-to-mid-end market is huge."

"Moreover, our strategy is different."

"We are going to provide services they've never seen before."

Lin Xi held up his first finger.

"First, a 24-hour service hotline."

"English, Spanish, Arabic, French—wherever the product is sold, the language will follow."

"If a foreigner's machine breaks, we answer the phone in a second and teach them step-by-step."

Cui Yushan was stunned.

In this era, selling things was usually 'once it leaves the door, no returns or exchanges.' You could play it like this?

Lin Xi held up a second finger.

"Second, a 'fool-proof' operation package and a standardized training package."

"We'll pre-store two hundred common part parameter codes and include an instruction manual."

"Plus, a color operation manual with plenty of pictures."

"Let those people be able to work just by looking at the instructions."

"Third, a spare parts kit."

"Every machine tool comes with one set of wearing parts, including fuses, contactors, guide rail oil, and cutting tools."

"Subsequent spare parts will be supplied at low prices to lock in long-term customers."

The conference room was silent.

This philosophy of serving customers as if they were 'giant babies'...

...to these state-owned enterprise leaders of the 80s, it was like opening the door to a new world.

[President Lin is bringing over the 'involution king' tactics from the future!]

[Rednecks: This mysterious service from the East is too good; there's no way to refuse!]

[This is the rhythm of out-competing the foreigners' low-end manufacturing until they have nothing left!]

Liu Tiejun swallowed hard and asked cautiously:

"Then... how much would one complete machine sell for as an export?"

Lin Xi took a sip of tea and slowly held up two fingers.

"FOB price."

"Twenty thousand."

"US Dollars."

*Clatter!*

Cui Yushan's mouth hung open in utter shock.

Twenty thousand... US dollars?!

Calculated at the state's export exchange rate of 1:2.8...

...that would be fifty-six thousand yuan.

Was this robbery?

No, even robbing a bank wasn't this fast!

"Lin... Manager Lin, you're not joking?" Cui Yushan's voice was shaking.

"Earning money from our own people isn't a real skill."

Lin Xi stood up and straightened his collar.

"To earn money from foreigners, one must be ruthless and black-hearted."

"This is called a 'technology premium,' and also a 'service premium.'"

Lin Xi looked at the dumbfounded crowd and threw out the final bait.

"This profit will be split 30/70 between Red Star Technology and Quancheng No. 1 Machine Tool Plant."

"I take thirty, you take seventy."

"But you need to provide the supporting services; we will provide advice and training."

*Boom!*

These words were like a nuclear bomb, completely destroying Cui Yushan's last shred of rationality.

A 30/70 split!

If Quancheng No. 1 Machine Tool Plant got 70%, that would be thirty-three thousand!

Even if they had to provide the services themselves, that was just a matter of adding some people and business costs. How much could that possibly be?

Cui Yushan's eyes instantly became bloodshot.

It was the desire for profit and foreign exchange.

He slammed the table hard, making the teacups jump.

"Let's do it!"

"Brother Lin! From today on, Quancheng No. 1 Machine Tool Plant is your arsenal!"

"Whoever dares to stop us from earning US dollars, I'll hack them alive!"

Lin Xi smiled.

"Then it's settled."

Lin Xi extended his hand. "A pleasure doing business with you, Brother Cui."

"A pleasure!"

The two hands gripped each other tightly.

"Since that's the case."

Lin Xi pulled a thick stack of documents from his bag; it was the prepared training outline.

"Since I'm already here, let's start the training now."