Chapter 70 Removing Thorns from a Cactus: The Reappearance of Eastern Metaphysics!

Crunch, crunch, crunch!

Those long Golden Barrel spines, hard as steel needles that usually make anyone who touches them bleed, didn't even have a chance to bend or beg for mercy the moment they contacted the blade mesh.

Pulverized.

Pure physical pulverization!

The high-speed rotating inner blades whipped up a miniature plant storm, sending debris flying everywhere.

Three seconds.

Just three seconds!

Lin Xi turned off the switch and casually blew a breath toward the cactus ball.

Whoosh—

The cactus ball, which had been covered in spines, now had a bald "highway" pushed through it.

The cut was as smooth as if a laser had swept over it; not a single jagged edge remained!

One could even see the plump juice inside; because the cut was so clean, it didn't even leak out for a moment.

Violent, yet elegant.

"My God..."

The French businessman clutched his chest, feeling his worldview shatter into pieces.

If shaving the balloon demonstrated extreme precision and gentleness...

...then this scene of violently leveling the cactus demonstrated pure, unreasonable power reserves!

What kind of terrifying motor torque was this?

What kind of incredibly hard material was used for the blade mesh?

Expressionless, Lin Xi casually tossed the razor, covered in green pulp and broken spines, into a nearby water cup.

He swished it twice, took it out, shook it dry, and pressed the switch again.

Buzz—

It was still that crisp, stable whistle without any background noise.

The blade head was as good as new, completely unscathed!

"This is impossible... this isn't scientific..."

Hans could no longer maintain that Germanic arrogance.

He rushed to the counter and stared fixedly at the razor.

"Even Braun's top-tier motor would instantly jam and burn out encountering this much resistance!"

"Samarium-cobalt magnets can't achieve this size! Ferrite certainly can't!"

"And this blade mesh!"

Hans pointed at the machine in Lin Xi's hand, his voice trembling.

"Cutting through Golden Barrel spines without a scratch?"

"Even tungsten steel couldn't balance this kind of toughness and hardness!"

"Tell me! How on earth did you do it?!"

Vandersa also squeezed over, completely disregarding his big-brand poise; his fingers turned white as he gripped the edge of the counter.

"Mr. Lin, this defies common sense in materials science!"

"Even using the formula for tank armor, it's impossible to stretch it to 0.04 millimeters!"

"Are you using some undisclosed military alloy?"

In an instant, everyone's gaze was locked onto Lin Xi.

Including Harrison, who had been silent on the side.

The way he looked at Lin Xi now was no longer just admiration; he was practically looking at a miracle.

Lin Xi slowly and methodically dried the water from his hands.

neodymium iron boron? Electrochemical deposition technology?

No, of course he couldn't mention those.

At least not now.

In that case...

He gave a slight smile, revealing eight teeth, his eyes becoming mysterious and unpredictable.

"Science?"

Lin Xi shook his head, pointed a finger at the ceiling, and then at the ground beneath his feet.

"Gentlemen, you only understand physics, but you don't understand... Eastern Metaphysics."

"Metaphysics?" Hans and Vandersa exchanged looks, completely bewildered.

"In our country, China, there is a type of energy called 'Qi'."

Lin Xi began to talk nonsense with a straight face:

"The internal magnetic circuit design of this motor references the Bagua layout."

"The magnetic field lines are no longer a simple closed loop, but instead form an endless, complementary Yin-Yang 'Taiji' force field."

"The greater the resistance, the stronger its rebounding force. This is what the Daoists call—meeting strength with even greater strength."

He spoke with such profound mystery that even Sun Erga standing behind him was stunned, subconsciously looking at his own palms: Does our factory really have this technology?

"As for this blade mesh..."

Lin Xi picked up the razor and pointed at the hexagonal honeycomb structure, his voice low and full of seductive power:

"This is a bionic structure simulating the Daoist 'Turtle Breathing Technique,' overcoming hardness with softness, using four ounces to move a thousand pounds."

"Therefore, it can be as soft as water to cradle a balloon, and as hard as steel to pulverize thorns."

"Gentlemen."

Lin Xi set down the razor and put his hands behind his back, looking every bit like a hidden master from beyond the mundane world.

"This is not a simple industrial product."

"This is—an Artifact."

In the livestream, the bullet chat instantly exploded, the screen filled with '666' and laughing-crying emojis.

[Hahaha! What the hell is a Bagua formation! What the hell is Turtle Breathing Technique! Newton's coffin lid won't be able to hold him down!]

[Brother Lin, you really know how to bluff! Look at those two foreigners, their eyes are practically popping out from believing it!]

[Hans: Although I don't understand it, it feels really powerful.]

[Vandersa: So I lost to magic? Then it's fine.]

[This bluffing ability, I'd call it a masterstroke! The key is that the foreigners actually believe it!]

[Is this industrial novel about to turn into a cultivation novel?!]

[Harrison: Witnessing Eastern Metaphysics again!]

Sure enough.

After hearing this "metaphysical" explanation, Harrison was trembling like a fanatic fan meeting his idol.

He held his head in his hands, a fanatical light shining in his eyes:

"Oh! I knew it!"

"I knew this was a mysterious Eastern power!"

"Taiji!"

"Qi!"

"Kung Fu!"

Harrison excitedly grabbed Lin Xi's hand:

"Lin! This story is fantastic!"

"I want to print this on the packaging box!"

"This is absolutely the coolest selling point this year! Bar none!"

Although Hans and Vandersa felt it was absurd, they looked at the leveled cactus and couldn't find any scientific explanation.

In the face of absolute strength, all doubts appeared pale and powerless.

Could it be... that China really has some secret knowledge not shared with the world?

Hans swallowed hard, his momentum completely gone, as he asked tentatively:

"Then... how much do you plan to sell this machine for?"

Lin Xi held up one finger.

Lin Xi said calmly, "Retail price, 99 US dollars."

"What?!" Vandersa shrieked,

"Are you crazy?"

"Braun's top model only sells for 80 dollars!"

"You're a Chinese brand, and you dare to sell for more than Braun?"

In their perception, Chinese products were synonymous with "cheap" and "street stall goods."

Being able to sell for 20 dollars would be considered a blessing.

99 dollars? This was practically robbery!

Lin Xi looked at their shocked expressions, his eyes as calm as water.

"Mr. Vandersa, I think you've misunderstood one thing."

Lin Xi lightly tapped the packaging box labeled "RedStar."

"We sell for 99 dollars not because we want to compete with Braun."

"But because..."

Lin Xi paused, revealing that smile that had given countless competitors nightmares:

"We and you have never been in the same lane."

"You sell tools, iron blades used for shaving."

"But I sell the ultimate experience, a luxurious lifestyle."

"Just as a Ferrari never compares its hauling capacity with a tractor."

"Do you understand?"

Hans and Vandersa felt as if their chests had been struck hard by a sledgehammer, feeling so stifled they wanted to vomit blood.

So arrogant!

But...

The two of them glanced at that damned machine that could even level a cactus.

Then they looked at the "industrial trash" in their own pockets that didn't even dare touch a balloon.

An uncontrollable thought actually surged in their hearts:

Damn it, if it were me, I'd be willing to spend an extra 20 dollars to buy this too!

This wasn't a competition at all.

This was a complete—dimensional reduction strike!

"Lin!"

Harrison had already impatiently pulled out his checkbook, the tip of his pen trembling,

"Five thousand units! No, ten thousand units! I want the entire first batch!"

"What's the FOB price?"

"Give me a number! Just as long as it doesn't bankrupt my damn boss!"

Lin Xi didn't answer directly, but leaned into Harrison's ear and whispered a figure.

Harrison's pupils instantly dilated, followed by a ecstatic nod:

"Deal! Damn it, this is practically a robbery!"

"But I love being robbed by you!"

Watching this scene, Section Chief Wang at the corner of the booth had long been dumbfounded.

He mechanically turned his head and looked at Sun Erga next to him:

"Erga... are we really selling razors?"

"Why does it feel like we're selling... munitions?"

Sun Erga wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, looking at his manager's tall back with eyes full of worship, and swallowed hard:

"Brother Wang, I don't think Brother Lin is just selling razors."

"He's clearly using the name of selling razors..."

"...to give these foreigners who haven't seen the world a 'Chinese Culture Shock Lesson'!"