Chapter 165 Industrial AK47

The first day of the Lunar New Year.

While the base was still immersed in the laziness of the holiday, Lin Xi was already sitting at his desk in the single dormitory.

The hangover headache was still lurking, but his eyes had already switched to work mode.

Spreading out a brand-new sheet of white paper, he uncapped his fountain pen.

"Time to get to work, everyone."

Lin Xi said in his mind.

The live stream room quickly switched from gala mode to strategic think-tank mode.

"First item, the machine tool industry alliance."

Lin Xi wrote the large characters on the paper,

"What I want to do is not just a product, but a standard."

[Mechanical Keyboard Hero] immediately flooded the screen:

[Yes! Red Star standard is the entry threshold! Whoever wants to use the m1 kit, whoever wants to join the alliance to eat meat, has to follow our standards! We want to be the alliance leader!]

Lin Xi nodded and wrote four characters on the paper: Red Star standard.

"Right, not only do we want to make products, but we also want to be the standard-setter."

"All numerical control system interfaces, communication protocols, and part parameters must be unified."

"Whoever wants to use our technology has to follow our standards."

[International Trade Scalper]:

[Regarding exports, I don't think we should go head-to-head with Germany and Japan on precision. Our current advantage is that it's sturdy and durable. The power grids in the Third World are unstable, and the quality of workers varies.]

"Agreed." Lin Xi's pen turned, and he wrote: Industrial AK47.

"What we are selling is not delicate works of art, but money-making machines that can still work even after being thrown in the mud and kicked twice."

"Simple maintenance, unpicky about the environment, cheap and abundant—that is the favorite of our brothers in Asia, Africa, and Latin America."

The first two strategies were quickly finalized, but when the pen tip touched the third line, Lin Xi's hand paused.

carbon fiber.

These three words were like a huge mountain, pressing heavily on the paper.

It was too difficult.

In the live stream room, a big shot with the ID [Material Tycoon] poured cold water:

[Streamer, I have to remind you. T300-grade carbon fiber is an absolute embargoed item from the West in this era. The country doesn't even have a production line for acrylonitrile precursor fibers now. If you want to do it, you're starting from scratch.]

Lin Xi looked at the barrage, but the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

He picked up a red and blue pencil and turned to walk to the map of China on the wall.

His finger swept over the prosperous Beijing-Shanghai area and the heavy Northeast.

Finally, it pointed heavily at a small corner of the Jiaodong Peninsula in Shandong Province.

Haiwei City.

"This is it!" Lin Xi's mouth curled up, and a flash of cunning light appeared in his eyes.

The ordinary viewers in the live stream room were dumbfounded.

[Huh? Haiwei? Isn't that by the sea? Streamer, are you going to eat seafood?]

[Why go to a place that grows oysters to do high-tech materials?]

[Is the Streamer confused from drinking fake alcohol?]

But soon, several big shots who knew the inside story of the industry reacted, and the barrage exploded instantly.

[Holy sh*t! Holy sh*t! I got it!]

[A stroke of genius!! Truly a stroke of genius!]

[Streamer, are you going to intercept that factory?!]

[This makes sense! Only that industry would be willing to spend money on carbon fiber in this era!]

"In addition, to ensure that the cash flow doesn't break."

"I also need a new short, flat, and fast product to 'feed' this money-swallowing beast."

Lin Xi drew a simple sketch in the corner of the paper—a square box with a fan inside and a few layers of filter screens in front.

Air purifier.

The technical content was extremely low, but combined with his "the secret of qi" health theory,

This thing would definitely be another harvesting artifact in the European and American markets after the "forest oxygen bar" fan.

"Alright, let's get to work."

In the following three days, Lin Xi turned into a ruthless drawing and writing machine.

Turning those crazy concepts into actionable engineering drawings.

In the live stream room, the netizens transformed into his cloud design institute and think tank, offering advice for Lin Xi.

[International Trade Scalper: I found two second-hand glass fiber production lines at the time that are looking for buyers.]

[Material Tycoon: For the air purifier, remember to use high-iodine value activated carbon; the adsorption capacity is 3 times that of ordinary activated carbon.]

The drawings increased one by one, and the documents became thicker and thicker.

Lin Xi's fingers developed calluses from the fountain pen, and his eyes were bloodshot, but his spirit was frighteningly excited.

The new year would depend on these!

The fourth day of the Lunar New Year, the snow outside was still falling.

Inside the No. 1 conference room of Red Star Technology, it was already steaming hot.

Lin Xi sat at the head of the table.

He held half a piece of chalk in his hand, and the blackboard in front of him had already been densely drawn by him.

Sitting below was the "all-star lineup" of Red Star Technology:

He Zhenhua, Zhao Qiang, Klaus, Li Jianguo, and others. Wu Qingshan, a chemical expert who had made great contributions to the machine tool battle last year, was also among them.

At this moment, they were all wearing military overcoats and sitting below.

Each had an enamel mug in hand, their eyes burning as they stared at Lin Xi.

"Let's keep it short."

Lin Xi flicked his wrist, and the chalk tip drew a parabola, accurately landing in the trash can in the corner.

He clapped the dust off his hands, his tone crisp:

"Two tasks this year: one is to make money, and the other is to spend money."

He turned around and tapped his knuckles on the left side of the blackboard.

Four big characters were written there—【Product Export】.

"Lao Zhao, you take the lead on the machine tool business."

Lin Xi's gaze crossed the crowd, as if cast towards the distant overseas,

"We are going to seize the markets forgotten by Western precision machine tools—"

"Africa, Southeast Asia, South America."

Zhao Qiang pushed up his glasses, lost in thought.

Lin Xi continued:

"Those places have harsh environments, and the factory might just be a tin shed."

"It's as hot as a steamer in summer, and damp enough to wring water out in the rainy season."

"The most fatal thing is that the power grid is extremely unstable, cutting out eight times a day."

"And the workers there might have been rubber tapping or farming yesterday, barely literate."

"What do they need?"

Lin Xi waved his hand sharply:

"It's sturdiness! It's durability!"

"It's a machine that can be thrown in the mud, kicked twice, and still work when plugged in!"

"Maintenance should be so simple that it can be done with just a wrench, and operation should be so idiot-proof that you only need to look at the pictures to understand."

"This is the Industrial AK47."

Lin Xi concluded,

"A precision difference of two or three threads doesn't matter at all."

"The key is that as long as it's still running, the boss is making money."

Klaus was holding his tea mug to warm his hands. Upon hearing this, his eyes lit up, and he praised in his increasingly fluent Chinese:

"Lin, you've grasped the point."

"German manufacturing back then also started with cheap and durable products."

"For Third World countries, reliability is the greatest productivity."

Zhao Qiang pushed up his glasses and nodded:

"Understood, it's basically an industrial version of a tractor."