Chapter 134 To sell fans, I created a set of immortal cultivation techniques.

Once the tone was set, the style of the live stream changed instantly.

The netizens who were just arguing about "Dragon King Son-in-law" transformed into the famous creative directors of the GG company.

【The Brain Gold copywriting team requests to enter the battle! I've already thought of the slogan: This holiday season, don't accept gifts; if you do, only accept the forest oxygen bar! Translated into English: No gifts this holiday, unless it's the forest oxygen bar!】

【Too tacky! Look at mine: Give your lungs a break, in the Himalayas.】

【The data team is in position! We are searching through the 1981 "The Lancet" and "New England Journal of Medicine". Even if there's a paper with just one relevant sentence, I'll dig it up to use as an endorsement!】

【The fear-mongering marketing team is ready! The core of the copy: If you don't blow this thing, your meridians will clog up like a sewer, and you'll eventually drop dead!】

Watching this group of netizens who were even more heartless than capitalists, Lin Xi nodded with satisfaction.

A cognitive strike spanning time and space began to take shape in this simple dormitory.

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Aerospace City, cadre dormitory for bachelors.

A circle of white lime powder was sprinkled on the ground, and Sun Erga and Wang Dapao stood guard at the door like gate gods.

"Big Cannon, what do you think Manager Lin is actually doing during this seclusion?"

Sun Erga lowered his voice, "He's been in there for two days, and even his meals are passed in through the window."

"It must be top secret." Wang Dapao said with a confident face, "I heard they specifically transferred two of the best English stenographers, and they had to be the kind who had passed three generations of political vetting."

"Hiss—" Sun Erga gasped, "They need English stenography too?"

"Manager Lin is planning something big!"

The two were imagining a grand blueprint of laser weapons and orbital cannons.

And in that room, which was regarded as "top secret," the atmosphere was extremely bizarre.

Two young stenographers, Xiao Zhao and Xiao Qian, were currently sitting upright at the table, their fountain pens trembling slightly.

They had signed a stack of confidentiality agreements before coming. They were mentally prepared to record nuclear physics equations or missile trajectory data. But now...

Lin Xi was draped in that old military overcoat, holding an enamel tea mug printed with the word "Award." He was crossing his legs, his gaze as profound as a charlatan's.

"Write it down." Lin Xi blew on the tea leaves and said in fluent English: "The Dantian is not just a point on your stomach..."

"It is the nuclear reactor of the human body, the origin of the universe's breath."

Xiao Zhao's hand trembled, and the tip of her fountain pen almost pierced the paper.

A... a nuclear reactor? Inside the stomach? Was this some kind of new biological weapon?

Lin Xi seemed very dissatisfied with her pause and tapped on the table: "Be professional, this section needs to be in bold."

"Put a picture next to it, draw a Taiji Bagua."

"But make it in the style of an atomic structure, to make it look a bit more scientific."

"Yes... yes!" Xiao Zhao hurriedly lowered her head and scribbled furiously.

"Next chapter title: Spiritual Energy Particles and Your Mortgage."

Lin Xi continued to talk nonsense with a straight face: "Negative ions can form a shield to resist the pressure of capitalism..."

Beside her, Xiao Qian was about to collapse. She had received professional listening training, and she understood every single word. But when put together, why did it feel like she was listening to some kind of doctrine from outer space?

What does "If you don't use the forest oxygen bar for breathing and meditation, your alveoli will get stuck like rusty gears" mean?

What does "The wind from this machine is an echo from the Himalayan mountains ten thousand years ago" mean?

Is this really that Engineer Lin who earned so much foreign exchange and developed neodymium iron boron? This is clearly just an old man fortune-telling under an overpass!

"Man... Manager Lin." Xiao Zhao couldn't help it anymore and weakly raised her hand, "This 'Qi,' wouldn't it be more appropriate to translate it as 'energy'?"

"Superficial!" Lin Xi put down the tea mug and looked at her with grief and indignation, "Energy is too vulgar!"

"That's oil, that's coal, that's polluting!"

"We must use Qi! We must use Pinyin!"

"This is called cultural confidence, do you understand?"

"We want those foreigners to feel that this is a high-dimensional concept they cannot understand, but is extremely awesome!"

"Write it down! Write in the footnote: Qi is a signal bestowed by heaven upon the chosen ones."

Pfft— Xiao Qian couldn't hold it back and almost spat the water she had just drunk onto the confidential notebook.

Two days later. The dormitory door finally opened.

The two stenographers walked out in a daze. Their faces were pale, their eyes were glazed, and their steps were unsteady—or rather, they had been completely bamboozled.

"How was it? How was it?" Sun Erga and Wang Dapao rushed up immediately, "What did you record? Is it a super weapon?"

Xiao Zhao looked at them with hollow eyes, her lips trembling for a long time before she murmured, "So... fans really can communicate with the divine..."

Sun Erga: ??? Wang Dapao: ??? The two looked at each other, seeing deep shock in each other's eyes.

Although they didn't understand it, they were greatly shocked! To be able to turn two highly educated top students into this state, what Manager Lin came up with this time must be the blackest of black technologies!

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Two weeks later, Lighthouse Country.

A book with a Yin-Yang Taiji diagram printed on the cover and the title "the secret of qi" in gold foil appeared silently in the most prominent recommendation spots of major bookstores.

Immediately afterward, in the health sections of mainstream media such as "The Big Apple Times" and "Life" weekly, dense popular science soft articles spread like horror stories, making those middle-class people who cherish their lives feel a chill down their spines.

"Manhattan's 'Dead Air': Is Your Apartment Accelerating Your Aging?"

"Decoding the Oriental Secret of Longevity: Why Can Himalayan Ascetics Live to 120?"

"When Aerospace Technology Meets Laozi's Furnace: You Can Complete 'Foundation Building' at Home."

"More Than Just Breathing: How to Rebuild Your Bio-Energy Field Through a 'Spirit Gathering Array'?"

The titles of the authors of these articles were more frightening than the last. Either "A biologist who has lived in seclusion in the Himalayas for thirty years," or "A former NASA consultant studying human magnetic fields."

The articles were all provided by Lin Xi. The people were all third-rate writers and retired professors that Harrison had paid a high price to hire.

But in that era without the internet, where information barriers were thicker than city walls, these titles were authority.

The core logic of the articles was only one: Urban "dead air" = chronic suicide. Symptoms included: insomnia, anxiety, balding, and... problems in that area.

This accurately covered the pain points of every middle-aged man in Lighthouse Country.

"Therefore, you need a physical shell to assist you in completing 'Spirit Gathering'."

At the end of every article, they would reveal their true intentions by recommending "the secret of qi," accompanied by a visually striking photo—

In the distant Spring City of Jilin Province in the East, a young man stood on a high platform, pressing his hands down into the air. Below the stage, hundreds of people seemed to be pushed backward by an invisible wave of Qi.

This wasn't a photo; it was a miracle!

The panic over environmental pollution, the curiosity about mysterious Eastern powers, plus this dimensionality-reduction strike style of soft article offensive.

"the secret of qi" became a hit. Along with that "forest oxygen bar" that was hyped up as a divine artifact, it sold like crazy!