Chapter 42 Eastern Metaphysics

Harrison pointed at the five twisted, eerie fan blades with jagged protrusions on the edges.

"I wanted to ask just now, this shape..."

"It is too unscientific."

"It does not conform to conventional fluid dynamics formulas."

"How does it manage to be silent?"

The air froze again.

Section Chief Wang's heart was in his throat.

Lin Xi just smiled calmly, his eyes suddenly turning profound.

"Mr. Harrison, you believe in science."

"But in the East, we believe in—"

Lin Xi pointed to the ceiling and spat out a word:

"Tao."

"Tao?" Harrison was stunned.

The interpreter, Xiao Zhao, was also dumbfounded; how do you translate this?

Taoism?

"Yes."

Lin Xi began to spout nonsense with a straight face,

"This is not fluid dynamics; this is Eastern Metaphysics."

He reached out and gently stroked the five fan blades.

"Why are there five blades?"

"Because in Eastern culture, the world is composed of five elements: Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth."

"The Five Elements generate and restrict each other, circulating endlessly, to achieve perfect balance."

Lin Xi's fingers slid along the strange curvature of the blades, drawing a circle in the air.

"And this curve is called—Tai Chi."

"Combining hardness and softness, using softness to overcome hardness."

"Wind is violent, but after being harmonized by 'Tai Chi', it becomes 'Qi'."

"So it has no sound, only—"

Lin Xi closed his eyes, looking intoxicated: "Harmony."

The audience in the livestream was laughing like crazy.

【Holy crap, Five Elements and Tai Chi! The coffin lid of the Navier-Stokes equations can't be held down!】

【Newton would crawl out of his grave to kowtow to you if he heard this!】

【This is called: The end of science is metaphysics! I give the Streamer full marks for this bluff!】

The interpreter was sweating profusely.

But Harrison was mesmerized.

In this mysterious ancient Eastern country, this kind of explanation was far more convincing to him than a bunch of boring data.

In this era, communication between the two countries was still very limited.

The ancient great Eastern country was full of mystery to the people of Lighthouse Country.

Harrison immediately filled in the blanks!

This was not just a fan.

This was a totem with mysterious Eastern power!

If this story were printed on the packaging box...

The middle class of Lighthouse Country, who were obsessed with Eastern culture, would go crazy!

"Magic..."

Harrison muttered to himself, the doubt in his eyes completely dissipated, replaced by a more fanatical worship.

"This is what I want!"

"A product with an Eastern soul!"

Scribble, scribble, scribble.

He signed his name on the order form, tore off the check, and his movements were smooth and coherent.

Lin Xi took the thin piece of paper.

Ninety thousand US dollars as a deposit, safely in his pocket.

Section Chief Wang was shaking with excitement.

If there hadn't been a foreign guest present, he would have wanted to hug and kiss Lin Xi twice.

Just as Harrison was contentedly putting away the contract and preparing to leave, Lin Xi suddenly called him to stop.

"Mr. Harrison."

Lin Xi was not immersed in the joy; instead, his expression became exceptionally serious.

He leaned close to Harrison, lowered his voice, and said in a volume only the two of them could hear:

"As a friend, I will give you a piece of free information."

"What?" Harrison was stunned.

"The current order is only for ten thousand units."

Lin Xi stared into Harrison's eyes, enunciating clearly:

"But I suggest you contact a shipping company immediately and reserve space for one hundred thousand units."

"And before June, spread the goods across the entire West Coast of North America."

"One hundred thousand units? Are you crazy?"

Harrison frowned, "Ten thousand is already a test, I cannot..."

"You will."

Lin Xi interrupted him, his tone so determined it was chilling.

"According to Eastern astrology..."

"This June, North America will encounter a 'super heatwave' that happens once in a century."

"By then, this will not just be a fan."

"This will be a life-saving medicine."

"If you do not stock up, you will watch the crowds waving money on the streets unable to buy fans and regret it bitterly."

In the livestream, a netizen typed frantically:

【This is the information I contributed!】

【In June 1980, an epic heatwave hit North America.】

【This high temperature caused air conditioners to sell out, thousands died from the heat, and electric fans became life-saving supplies.】

Harrison looked at this young Chinese man in front of him.

In that instant, he seemed to see a chilling sense of foresight in this young man's eyes.

It was a perspective only God had.

"If..."

Harrison's Adam's apple bobbed, "If you are right."

"The order for the next quarter, I will double it."

"And I will not press the price."

"Deal."

Lin Xi reached out confidently.

The two hands shook tightly.

A transaction worth three hundred thousand US dollars was over.

And another gamble worth millions of US dollars had just begun.

Watching Harrison's departing back, Lin Xi touched the contract in his pocket.

Section Chief Wang finally could not help but rush up, grabbed Lin Xi's shoulders, and was incoherently excited:

"Little Lin! You... you have made a great contribution!"

"Three hundred thousand US dollars!"

"And it is cash!"

"You completed half of our Canton Fair quota all by yourself!"

Lin Xi just smiled and turned to look at the dark green fan still spinning silently in the corner.

"Section Chief Wang, do not be in such a hurry to celebrate."

Lin Xi straightened his collar, his eyes shining.

"This is just the first fire."

"When June comes, I will use this fire to burn through the wallets of the people in Lighthouse Country."

"There is one more thing that needs Section Chief Wang's help."

"Little Lin, just say it!" Section Chief Wang patted his chest and said.

"I want to..." Lin Xi lowered his voice and whispered a few words.

Section Chief Wang pondered for a moment and said:

"We do have the channels to do this."

"It should be done in about a month."

Then he looked at this excessively young man seriously, as if recognizing him for the first time, and said:

"Taking one step, looking three steps ahead."

"Not blinded by this success."

"The younger generation is formidable!"

In the corner, Sun Erga, who had not spoken, was stroking the fan as if he were stroking his own father.

He raised his head with a silly smile, but tears were streaming down his face.

"Manager..."

"We... do not have to go back to repairing shoes, right?"

Lin Xi walked over and patted his head.

"Repairing shoes, my ass."

"From now on, we are going to earn the world's money."

Outside the window, the heatwave in Guangzhou rolled in.

But in this small booth, the wind had already risen.

At the back door of the Canton Fair exhibition hall, the heatwave was still rolling, but Sun Erga felt that even the wind was sweet.

With Harrison taking the lead, some foreign businessmen followed suit.

Holding a wait-and-see attitude, they also placed some orders, and in total, another 14,000 units were ordered.

"Manager, we are rich... we are really rich..." Sun Erga's lips trembled,

"When I get back, I will find someone to level that wasteland next to the Fifth Workshop!"

"Build a factory!"

"Build that kind of big red brick factory!"

"We will recruit five hundred people and work three shifts day and night!"

"Stop."

Lin Xi was leaning on the railing smoking, and did not even raise his eyelids when he heard this, directly pouring a basin of cold water on him.

"Build a factory back in the Northwest?"

Lin Xi exhaled a smoke ring, his eyes looking like he was looking at an idiot,

"Erga, we are making fans, not missiles!"