Chapter 132 From Across the Ocean

Aerospace City, Communications Room.

Lin Xi picked up the black receiver and said in a deep voice, "I am Lin Xi."

A burst of rapid English exploded from the other end.

"Oh! Praise God!"

"Lin! My prophet! My savior!"

"If you didn't answer the phone, I was prepared to jump into the sea from the Brooklyn Bridge!"

The owner of the voice was Harrison.

The procurement director of Sears Department Store who had been completely conquered by "Eastern Magic" at the Canton Fair last year.

Lin Xi held the receiver a bit further away, his eyebrows raised slightly:

"Robert, calm down."

"If the sky falls, there are taller people to hold it up."

"Or we can blow the fan a little higher."

"The fan! The problem is the fan!"

Harrison's voice was tearful,

"Lin, I ordered two hundred thousand units of the 'forest oxygen bar' for the spring Canton Fair."

"God is my witness, I bet my entire career on it!"

"But... damn it, North America this year is like a forgotten freezer!"

"It's almost June, and people in the Big Apple City are still wearing trench coats!"

"Those damn bastards at Walmart are taking the opportunity to attack us in the newspapers!"

"Saying the 'forest oxygen bar' is a cheap toy from the East."

"Useless except for the buzzing sound."

"The company's warehouse is full of inventory, and the board of directors stares at me every day."

"Saying I was deceived by an Eastern wizard!"

Lin Xi tapped his fingers lightly on the desk, listening to the wailing from across the ocean.

This was an expected counterattack.

In any era, touching the cake of a giant would result in a frenzied encirclement.

Especially an "outsider" like Red Star that appeared out of nowhere.

"It's not hot, so the fans won't sell?"

Lin Xi spoke into the microphone, the corners of his mouth curling into an amused arc.

His eyes flashed with the "old fox" glint that the viewers in the livestream were intimately familiar with.

"Robert, you are an excellent businessman, but your thinking is still stuck in the industrial age."

"What?"

Harrison was stunned, "But what we are selling are industrial products."

"No."

Lin Xi's voice was low and seductive,

"Who told you that fans are for cooling?"

"Huh?" Harrison felt like he might have misheard.

If fans aren't for cooling, are they for roasting meat?

Lin Xi's mind flashed back to Spring City in February this year.

The thousands of frenzied people wearing aluminum pots on their heads, "harvesting Qi" in front of fans in the cold wind.

In that era, the Lighthouse Country across the ocean wasn't much better.

The lingering warmth of the hippie movement was still there, the "New Health Movement" was rising, and the Force from "Star Wars" was a household name.

Mysticism, yoga, meditation, energy fields...

These concepts were becoming the new darlings of the middle class.

These foreigners were currently the easiest to fool... oh no, the easiest to guide.

"Robert, listen."

"Given the abnormal climate this year, we will no longer sell 'coolness'."

"Starting today, we are going to sell 'health', we are going to sell 'ancient energy from the East'."

"I want you to contact Reader's Digest, The Big Apple Times, and Life magazine immediately, and buy their best health column space."

"Tell them you are publishing a groundbreaking study on 'human magnetic fields and airflow circulation'."

"Study?"

Harrison was confused, "Where would we get a study?"

"I will write it for you."

Lin Xi looked at the frantically scrolling barrage on the virtual screen in front of him, his smile becoming even brighter.

[Hahaha! Here it comes! Lin Zong's traditional skill!]

[Starting to fool the Eagle Country?]

[I know this script! Back then, to practice Qigong, my grandmother bought ten information therapy devices!]

[Lin Zong: I don't produce fans, I am just a porter of nature... ah no, a porter of 'Qi'. ]

[Cultural output (×), dimensionality reduction fraud (√)]

"I will personally write a book."

Lin Xi said into the microphone, word by word,

"What you need to do is make this book a bestseller."

"Let every middle-class person in the Lighthouse Country believe."

"That if they don't have a 'forest oxygen bar' to assist with breathing and Qigong, their yoga practice is all in vain."

The other end of the phone fell into a long silence.

Then, Harrison's rapid breathing came through.

Although he didn't understand what "Qi" was, he understood one thing—Lin Xi was going to do something big.

He had an almost blind superstition about this young Eastern man.

Since Lin Xi said it could work, it definitely could!

"I'll do it!"

Harrison said, "I'm going to buy the space! Contact the publisher!"

Lin Xi glanced at the calendar hanging on the wall, his tone serious:

"Remember to send someone to fly over to pick it up as soon as possible, time is money."

"Finally..."

"Raise the selling price of the forest oxygen bar to 129 dollars per unit!"

"I want to increase the subsequent FOB price by another 10 dollars!"

Hanging up the phone, Lin Xi let out a long breath.

He turned and walked out of the communication room, just in time to bump into Zhang Zhengguo, who was inspecting the workshop with his hands behind his back.

Behind him followed the "industrial team" of Red Star Technology.

Seeing Lin Xi walking over with a serious face, his heart skipped a beat.

"Something happened?" Zhang Zhengguo asked.

"Small matter, sales in the Lighthouse Country are cold, need to do some marketing."

Lin Xi waved his hand, then said sternly:

"President Zhang, help me arrange two English stenographers."

"Need them to type fast and know a little medical vocabulary."

"Go to my dormitory tomorrow morning, I need them to help record some things."

"Besides..."

Lin Xi's eyes swept over Li Jianguo, He Zhenhua, and others,

"Starting tomorrow, I am going into seclusion."

"No one is allowed to disturb, except for the stenographers."

"Seclusion?"

Zhao Qiang, Jiang Jun, and others who had joined the team this year looked at each other, looking blank.

Klaus frowned, his blue eyes full of confusion:

"Boss, what does seclusion mean?"

"Our CNC machine tool is at a critical stage, you need to go... meditate?"

In his rigorous Swiss engineer mindset, R&D means doing experiments, running data, and drawing blueprints.

Hiding in a room and not coming out is shirking responsibility.

Liu Xiaodong bit his pen, also looking confused:

"Manager, my code isn't finished yet. If there's a problem, who should I look for?"

The atmosphere was subtly awkward for a moment.

Several technical experts felt that this young manager was perhaps under too much pressure and wanted to avoid responsibility.

The atmosphere was once somewhat awkward.

Before Lin Xi could speak, a burly figure suddenly squeezed out from the side.

It was Li Jianguo.

This Eighth-Grade Fitter had a solemn expression on his face at the moment.

He scanned the "inexperienced" newcomers.

Clearing his throat, his voice was low and powerful.

"None of you understand, right?"

Li Jianguo stood with his hands behind his back, his chin raised slightly,

"Well, you came late, you didn't catch the good times."

Klaus was stunned: "What do you mean?"

"Old Ke, your technology is great, but this insight still needs practice."