Chapter 40 I've seen through all your tricks!

Harrison clearly mistook Section Chief Wang, who was wearing a zhongshan suit and exuded an extraordinary air, as the person in charge of this project, while regarding Lin Xi as a frontline technician.

Section Chief Wang froze completely.

He had originally come to reprimand Lin Xi for "running around" and being "unorganized and undisciplined."

He even had the draft prepared in his head: go back and write a report to kick this Red Star Service Cooperative out of the exhibition hall.

But now...

Looking at Harrison's eyes full of anticipation, and the curious gazes cast by other foreign businessmen around him, Section Chief Wang felt like he was being roasted on a fire.

Deny it?

Say this was just an extra project to fill the numbers?

Wouldn't that be slapping the foreign guest in the face in public, as well as his own?

Section Chief Wang took a deep breath, forcing a stiff and official smile onto his face.

"Yes... yes..."

Section Chief Wang responded in broken English, "This is our new technology."

As he said this, Section Chief Wang felt his teeth aching.

He cursed Lin Xi a hundred times in his heart, but his body was very honest, straightening his back and putting on an air of leadership that said "everything is under control."

"Lead the way."

Section Chief Wang turned to look at Lin Xi, his eyes full of warning: If you dare to mess this up, you will have it coming when we get back!

Lin Xi smiled knowingly and made a "please" gesture.

"Please follow me." Little Zhao followed cleverly.

The group marched impressively toward the deepest part of Hall C.

On the way, Lin Xi walked in the very front.

Despite wearing the most dowdy clothes, he walked with the aura of a big boss leading the way.

Section Chief Wang and Harrison walked side by side behind him, with Harrison still constantly asking for parameters.

Inside the livestream room, a real-time micro-expression analysis class was underway.

【Psychological Profiler】: Streamer, pay attention! Harrison touches his tie knot every ten steps; this is a sign of extreme anxiety. He is worried about what will happen if it's just a concept product that cannot be mass-produced.

【Wolf of Wall Street】: He just asked Section Chief Wang about "production capacity," and Section Chief Wang was vague about it. This is a good opportunity; later, we can use the limited production capacity to engage in hunger marketing.

【The Know-It-All】: Just now, when passing by the Japan exhibition area, Harrison didn't even glance at it. This shows he has become desensitized to prices above 50 dollars. As long as this fan can solve his legal risks, price is not an issue!

Lin Xi looked at these comments, and the smile on his lips grew broader.

This was just like playing cards.

I have already seen that your hole cards are two terrible cards, while I am holding the trump cards, and I even have a clear understanding of your betting psychology.

This is not a negotiation; this is a slaughter.

Finally, the group passed through the rocket engine model area and arrived at that corner shrouded in shadow.

"Right here?" Harrison frowned.

Such an important "civilian aerospace" project, hidden behind the tail of a missile?

But the next second, his complaint was choked back.

In the dim light, that deep cyan "red star · gentle breeze" stood quietly on a crate.

It wasn't powered on.

But just that streamlined silhouette, that high-end matte frosted texture, and that bullet-shaped motor casing instantly broke through Harrison's aesthetic defenses.

Compared to those bulky, rough, and poorly welded Russian goods or Chinese goods, this machine in front of him was like throwing a piece of exquisite porcelain into a pile of earthenware pots.

It was out of place, yet it stood head and shoulders above the rest.

"Beautiful..." Harrison muttered to himself.

He didn't need to power it on; as a veteran buyer, just by looking at the precision of the mold, he knew this was definitely not some workshop product.

This was a texture that could only be forged by a top-tier industrial system!

He reached out impatiently, wanting to touch the most critical part—the fan blades.

If it really was soft plastic...

If it really wouldn't hurt his hand...

Just as Harrison's fingers were about to touch the fan blades,

"Slap."

A hand cut in horizontally, blocking him.

Lin Xi still maintained that honest smile, but his eyes revealed an unquestionable determination.

He didn't plug it in to demonstrate.

Instead, he bent down and, in front of Harrison and Section Chief Wang, unplugged the power cord that had been plugged into the socket, doing it cleanly and decisively.

Then he shook it in his hand.

The whole scene went dead silent.

Section Chief Wang's eyes were about to pop out: Are you crazy?! The guest wants to see the goods, and you unplug the power?!

Harrison was also stunned: "Why?"

Lin Xi turned to look at the translator, Little Zhao.

His tone was as calm as if he were discussing today's weather, but what he said was spine-chilling.

"Translator Zhao, please tell this gentleman."

"This fan uses the latest transonic aerodynamic layout and has an extremely high rotational speed."

"You can see the performance."

"But the demonstration carries a huge risk."

Lin Xi paused, looked straight into Harrison's blue eyes, and slowly spat out a few words:

"Please ask him to sign a liability waiver first, and be prepared..."

"Mentally prepared to see blood."

Harrison was bewildered.

See blood?

I just want to buy a safe plastic fan, and you're telling me this thing is more dangerous than a metal one?

The fat on Harrison's face trembled.

He instinctively pulled his hand back behind his back.

Section Chief Wang was so scared he almost covered Lin Xi's mouth, whispering an angry reprimand:

"Little Lin!"

"There are no small matters in foreign affairs! Don't mess around!"

Lin Xi ignored their panic.

He leisurely plugged the power back in.

He pulled out a prepared soft wooden stick, the thickness of a finger, from his pocket.

The hardness simulated human bone, and the outside was wrapped in a layer of rubber that simulated flesh and skin.

"Everyone, watch closely." Lin Xi had a smile on his lips.

The moment that deep cyan fan started spinning, he waved his hand fiercely!

The soft wooden stick, with a resolute momentum, stabbed viciously toward the high-speed rotating fan blades!

"Ah!" Translator Little Zhao screamed in fright and closed his eyes.

Harrison also widened his eyes, as if he had already seen the tragic scene of wood shavings and "flesh and blood" flying everywhere.

However—

"Click!" A soft sound.

There was no teeth-aching cutting sound as expected.

The soft wooden stick was deflected the moment it touched the grille, without even inserting a fraction of an inch.

This was because the spacing of the grille that Lin Xi designed was extremely tricky, just at the limit where a human finger could not pass through.

But it wasn't over yet.

Lin Xi flipped his wrist, deliberately hooking the grille with the wooden stick, pretending to accidentally knock the fan over.

"Clang!" The fan fell heavily onto the table.

The whole scene was dead silent.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the sound of the fan blades shattering against the ground.

But... nothing.

The world was as quiet as a grave.

The moment the fan's tilt angle exceeded 30 degrees,

Those five deep cyan fan blades stopped instantly.

Only inertia carried the blades for a lazy half-turn, and then they lay there quietly, like a tame cat that had retracted its claws.

"This is our double insurance!"