Chapter 133 The Fifth Seclusion

Li Jianguo stretched out a finger, pointing at Lin Xi's back, and then pointed to the sky.

"Our Manager Lin's first seclusion was in that bachelor dormitory."

"He didn't come out for a day, and everyone thought he had gone crazy."

"And the result? The 'little sun' heater came out!"

"That winter, the Service Center made a net profit of ten thousand yuan!"

"Hiss—" Liu Xiaodong gasped.

Li Jianguo ignored him and held up a second finger:

"The second seclusion was to build a fan."

"He locked himself in the room again, drawing diagrams and doing calculations."

"When he came out, the 'Red Star · gentle breeze' was born."

"That year, we earned over ten million US dollars in foreign exchange for the country!"

Klaus's pupils constricted sharply.

Over ten million US dollars?

Even in Switzerland, that would be the annual output value of a medium-sized enterprise!

"The third time, the 'red star whirlwind' was born."

"After that seclusion, every shaver factory in the world had to pay us patent fees!"

"The fourth seclusion was just a few months ago."

Li Jianguo's voice rose an octave, his eyes fanatical,

"Manager Lin said he wanted to work on CNC machine tools."

"And then?"

"Old He came, Klaus came, Engineer Jiang came, Engineer Zhao came, and Little Liu came too."

"We have the current 'Red Star Laboratory', we have the M1 CNC retrofit kit, and the micron-level CNC machine tool will be here soon!"

At this point, Li Jianguo stopped abruptly and held up his whole hand.

"This is the fifth time."

Li Jianguo turned his head to look at the crowd, who were already stunned.

Lowering his voice, he said mysteriously:

"Every time he goes into seclusion, something big happens."

"Every time he comes out, the technology of our Red Star, and even our country, takes a huge leap forward!"

"Do you still want to stop him now?"

The scene was deathly silent; one could even hear the breathing.

Klaus opened his mouth wide, his jaw nearly hitting the floor.

He originally thought Lin Xi was a genius.

Now, listening to this, it's simply... a reincarnated money-printing machine?

He silently calculated in his heart:

Every seclusion = at least one world-class technological breakthrough + tens of millions of dollars in profit.

"My God..."

Klaus muttered to himself,

"This efficiency is higher than robbing the Zurich Bank, and it's legal too."

Zhao Qiang and Jiang Jun, whose backs were previously slightly stooped, instantly straightened up.

The confusion in Liu Xiaodong's eyes disappeared, replaced by the fanaticism of someone who had found a golden thigh to hug.

"Understand now?" Li Jianguo eyed this group of "unsophisticated" technical experts.

"Understood!" Liu Xiaodong shouted first, "The manager is charging up a big move!"

Klaus solemnly adjusted his collar and bowed slightly to Lin Xi:

"Boss, please feel free to go..."

"Uh, into seclusion. Just leave the laboratory to us."

"Right!"

Li Jianguo waved his hand and immediately entered a wartime command state,

"Erga! Big Cannon! Go get some lime powder!"

"Master, what do you need lime powder for?"

"Five meters... no, ten meters outside Manager Lin's dormitory! Draw a circle!"

Li Jianguo said murderously,

"Except for those delivering food and those two stenographers."

"Whoever dares to cross this line, I'll break their legs with a wrench!"

Watching the team instantly enter a "full-on brainwashed" state and act like they were facing a great enemy, Lin Xi's mouth twitched.

He actually just wanted to quietly write a "pseudoscience health guide".

With this setup, those who didn't know would think he was building an atomic bomb inside.

"Alright, everyone disperse."

Lin Xi waved his hand helplessly and quickened his pace toward the dormitory.

...

The night in the Northwest was howling with sand and wind.

In the bachelor dormitory, Lin Xi sat at his desk, pressing his temples tightly with both hands.

His expression was as painful as if he were constipated.

Ever since he knew he had to write a book to fool the people of the Lighthouse Country,

the netizens in the live stream were even happier than if they were at a party.

Just looking at the bullet comments, one would definitely think they had stumbled into a party at a mental hospital.

[I think we should write "Reborn: I'm Selling Fans in the Lighthouse Country"! It needs to be satisfying, let the protagonist return as the Dragon King at the beginning!]

[Isn't that tacky? Rule-based horror stories are popular now! "Fan Usage Rules: Do not blow at the mirror at twelve midnight..."]

[Shut up, everyone! I'm the top of the Tomato leaderboard! Listen to me, write "The Domineering CEO's Runaway Wife: Blowing with a Bun in the Oven", and weave the fan into the family drama!]

[Get lost! What kind of weird position is "blowing with a bun in the oven"?]

Countless silly netizens from the future were fighting fiercely in Lin Xi's mind over the genre of this "deception monograph".

The bullet comments were refreshing so fast they were blurring, and Lin Xi felt like his skull was about to be blown off.

"Stop!"

Lin Xi roared in his mind,

"What I need is marketing copy that can make the middle class of the Lighthouse Country willingly open their wallets."

"Not for you all to hold an online novel writing contest!"

[Tch—Streamer is really boring.]

[Exactly, no appreciation for art.]

[I haven't even unleashed my imagination yet!]

Just as the booing continued, a bullet comment slowly drifted by.

[Old Student in California: Stop arguing, you don't understand the Lighthouse Country of the 80s.]

Once the ID appeared, the whole stream went silent.

This was the "King of Know-it-alls" level figure in the live stream.

[Old Student in California]:

[Manager Lin, listen to me.]

[The Lighthouse Country in 1981 was in a period of spiritual emptiness.]

[The Vietnam War had just ended a few years ago, and PTSD was widespread;]

[The hippie movement was receding, and rock music was beginning to become decadent.]

[The middle class had money in their pockets, but they were anxious.]

[They desperately needed a spiritual sustenance.]

[Something that looked cool, profound, and could make them feel unique.]

[At this time, mysterious Oriental culture is the best antidote.]

[Write that kind of hardcore guidebook that makes people feel like they've grasped the truth of the universe after reading it!]

Lin Xi's eyes lit up, his fingers tapping lightly on the table: "Tell me more."

[I've even thought of the book title for you—"the secret of qi: The Ultimate Guide to Oriental Longevity and Energy".]

[The content structure should refer to the 21st century's "User Manual for the Human Body" plus "The Secret".]

[The core logic is simple: The world is full of negative energy, which is the culprit behind cancer, aging, and depression.]

[And the "forest oxygen bar" from the East can produce "spiritual energy particles", which are negative oxygen ions.]

[This isn't just wind, this is the original energy of the universe, capable of cleansing dirty souls!]

"Brilliant." A sly, old-fox-like smile curled the corners of Lin Xi's mouth.