Chapter 68 Harrison's Pride and Humility

The person who arrived was none other than Robert Harrison.

Relying on the god-tier performance of the "Red Star · gentle breeze" electric fans in the North American market.

Especially since Lin Xi had accurately predicted that epic heatwave, Sears Department Store had made a fortune.

Because of this, Harrison's career had skyrocketed, and he was promoted directly to Global Purchasing Director of Sears Department Store, overseeing a procurement budget of hundreds of millions.

To the foreign merchants at the Canton Fair, he was now a walking stack of US dollars, a living God of Wealth!

Hans and Vandersa's eyes lit up instantly.

If they could secure an order from Sears Department Store, they could make their competitors eat dirt.

"Oh! Dear Robert!"

Hans's face, which had been turned up with arrogance just moments ago, suddenly looked like melting wax, covered in fawning wrinkles.

Like a pug smelling a meat bone, he wagged his tail and went to greet him.

"Long time no see!"

"I'm Hans from Braun! Do you remember me?"

Not to be outdone, Vandersa sidestepped and shoved Hans aside, making him stumble, then stretched out his hands and shouted:

"Mr. Harrison!"

"I'm Vandersa from Philips!"

"Congratulations on your promotion!"

"Our latest Philips shaver..."

The two crowded around Harrison, bowing and scraping while frantically shoving product catalogs into his hands, not forgetting to stab each other in the back.

"Robert, don't listen to him. Philips' blades tend to pinch the beard!"

"Mr. Harrison, Braun's noise is like a tractor; it will wake up your wife!"

The surrounding merchants were all dumbfounded.

Were these the same two industry giants who were acting so arrogant just now?

Their speed of changing faces was way too fast!

It was faster than flipping a page!

However, in the next second, a scene occurred that made everyone's jaws drop to the floor.

Harrison wore a polite but distant smile, completely ignoring their enthusiasm.

He didn't even give them a proper look, simply handing the catalogs to the assistant behind him without pausing his pace.

His gaze pierced through the layers of the crowd and locked onto the booth in the corner.

More precisely, it was locked onto the young figure behind the booth.

In the next second, the distance on Harrison's face melted away, replaced by a look of near-fanatical admiration and pleasant surprise.

He pushed aside Hans, who was in his way, and rushed toward the Seventh Ministry of Machine Building Industry booth.

When he was still three meters away from Lin Xi.

This executive, who held the power over global procurement.

Actually bowed slightly and extended both hands in an extremely humble gesture.

"Oh! Lin!"

"My prophet! My magician!"

Harrison's voice trembled with excitement,

"I finally see you again!"

"Do you know? I've been missing your 'Oriental Magic' every day for the past few months!"

The whole place fell silent.

Hans's hand holding the catalog froze in mid-air, and the fake smile on Vandersa's face instantly solidified.

Section Chief Wang's mouth was open wide enough to fit an egg, and Sun Erga's eyes were bugged out so much they nearly popped out.

Lin Xi stood up calmly, reached out to shake hands with Harrison, and said in a flat tone:

"Robert, you've gained weight."

"It seems you've been eating quite a bit of steak lately."

"Thanks to you! It's all thanks to you!"

Harrison gripped Lin Xi's hand tightly and refused to let go.

"I've brought enough cash and checks this time!"

"As long as it's a Red Star product, no matter what it is, I want it! I'll take it all!"

"It's not fans this time."

Lin Xi calmly withdrew his hand and pointed to the counter. "It's this."

Harrison followed Lin Xi's finger and saw the matte black shaver.

"This..."

Harrison was stunned for a moment, then his eyes burst with a sharp light.

"Is this also made with aerospace technology?"

"Of course."

Lin Xi took the shaver out of the counter and handed it to Harrison.

"This is the new friend I want to introduce to you—the [red star whirlwind]."

"You can check the specifications first."

Lin Xi handed over a product introduction.

It was clearly printed with:

Motor Speed: 12,000 RPM

Foil Thickness: 0.04 mm

Noise: < 45 dB

Although Harrison wasn't a technical expert, as a veteran purchaser, he had a concept of basic data.

When he saw the number "12,000," he shuddered violently and almost threw the shaver in his hand.

"How... how much?!"

Harrison's eyes widened, and his voice instantly jumped an octave.

"Twelve thousand RPM?! How is that possible!"

Before Lin Xi could answer, two sharp roars rang out simultaneously.

"Nonsense! Pure nonsense!"

Hans and Vandersa, who had been ignored, finally snapped out of it. They rushed over like cats that had their tails stepped on, their faces ashen.

"Mr. Harrison, you must not be fooled by this swindler!"

Hans pointed at the small blackboard, his fingers trembling.

"Current micro-motor technology has a limit of 4,000 RPM!"

"Even a military laboratory in the Lighthouse Country couldn't achieve twelve thousand RPM!"

"This defies common physical sense!"

Vandersa was also frantic, spittle flying everywhere:

"A 0.04 mm foil? This is simply absurd!"

"That thickness is thinner than paper; it can't withstand the motor's vibration at all. It would shatter into powder the moment it's turned on!"

"This is fraud! Blatant commercial fraud!"

The way the two looked at Lin Xi was full of resentment, anger, and hidden deep within... fear.

If this data was true, what would it mean?

It meant that the century-old technical barriers they were so proud of had been kicked to pieces by this young Chinese man!

Red Star wasn't competing with them; it was grinding them into the dirt!

The surrounding merchants were also shocked by these two heaven-defying figures, and the crowd erupted in a buzz.

"Twelve thousand RPM? You've got to be joking."

"The Chinese are bragging way too much just to get orders."

"Exactly, even Braun and Philips can't do it. Who do they think they are?"

Faced with the overwhelming skepticism, Section Chief Wang stamped his feet in anxiety, and Sun Erga was so frustrated he wanted to curse.

Only Harrison was different.

Although he was also shocked, as he looked into Lin Xi's eyes, which were as deep as a pool of water, he somehow believed him seventy percent.

Because last time, this person had used this same calm tone to tell him there would be a heatwave in North America.

As a result, he had won big.

"Lin..." Harrison swallowed hard.

"Is... is this true?"

Lin Xi didn't explain.

A cold arc curled at the corner of his mouth as his gaze swept like a knife toward the red-faced Hans and Vandersa.

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears:

"Whether it's true or not, won't you know once you try it?"