Chapter 73 The Shattered "Craftsmanship Spirit"

"Rest assured, President!"

Watanabe, the Chief Technology Officer, pushed up his thick-rimmed glasses and let out a contemptuous smile:

"I have prepared everything: the profilometer from Zeiss in Germany and the top-tier slow-feed wire-cut EDM from Switzerland."

"For crude industrial products like those from China, even if it's a one-to-one replica, we can do it better than the original."

Ten minutes later, this group of people, representing the highest industrial standards in Asia in the 1980s, entered the top-tier laboratory with constant temperature and humidity.

Watanabe put on white gloves, picked up a screwdriver, and elegantly removed the screws from the bottom of the shaver.

The casing opened easily.

However, when that thumb-sized motor, shimmering with a cold silver-gray light, was exposed to the air, everyone's movements froze for a moment.

"This... what kind of structure is this?"

Watanabe's brow furrowed tightly.

No commutator, no carbon brushes.

The stator windings were as compact as a single unit, and the rotor was as smooth as a work of art.

"Forget it, cut it open!"

Watanabe ordered, "Analyze the composition of the magnetic steel."

A senior technician fixed the motor onto a precision diamond wire-cutting machine.

The precision of this machine was as high as 0.001 mm; cutting through a strand of hair was effortless.

"Vroom—"

The grinding wheel slowly approached the motor casing.

The moment the diamond blade touched the motor rotor, a sudden change occurred!

From within that seemingly harmless metal cylinder, a brutal suction force suddenly erupted.

This was the magnetic monster released after the balance of the third-generation rare-earth permanent magnet material, 'neodymium iron boron', was violently disrupted!

The high-speed rotating blade base was instantly subjected to a lateral pull of several thousand Newtons.

"Screeech—!!!"

A tooth-aching sound of tearing metal echoed through the laboratory.

The hard diamond blade shattered!

But that wasn't the most terrifying part.

The shattered blade fragments didn't fly off; instead, they were instantly sucked onto the crazily idling rotor by the terrifying magnetic force.

The originally precision motor instantly turned into a miniature 'flying guillotine'!

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"Baka! Shut it down quickly!" Watanabe roared in terror.

But it was too late.

The technician closest to it only felt a flash of cold light and a chill on the back of his hand, followed by a surge of blood.

"Ah—!!"

Screams echoed in the laboratory.

How was this a disassembly? It was practically detonating a magnetic bomb!

After the chaos, the injured technician was carried away.

Watanabe's face was pale as he stared intently at the scrapped, expensive equipment.

The motor rotor with its broken casing was still attracting a large clump of scrap iron, as if silently mocking him.

"This... what kind of magnet is this?"

Watanabe's hands trembled uncontrollably and violently.

"This is definitely not a samarium-cobalt magnet!"

"This kind of magnetic energy product... is simply unheard of!"

"Watanabe-kun! Come look at this!"

The group responsible for the foil net on the other side also let out a desperate cry.

Watanabe stumbled over, only to see the engineer slumped on the ground, his fingers pointing at the display screen trembling.

"This wasn't stamped out at all..."

On the screen, the foil net structure, magnified a thousand times, presented a suffocating perfection.

The hexagonal mesh holes were arranged like a honeycomb, and the edges of every single hole were rounded and smooth.

No metal stress patterns, no blade marks.

"This... is metal that was 'grown'?" Watanabe muttered to himself.

"Even in Sumitomo Chemical's most advanced laboratory, the yield rate is less than 1%!"

"How did they mass-produce this?!"

"This process, this material..." The engineer took off his glasses and covered his face in despair.

"If we were to force a replica, the cost would be at least ten times higher than Red Star's."

"We have no chance of winning."

Dead silence.

A deathly silence enveloped the entire laboratory.

At this moment, the "craftsman spirit" they were so proud of was like taking a katana to strike tank armor in the face of technological barriers from the future.

Besides snapping the blade, it wouldn't leave a single mark.

Half an hour later, in the President's office.

After hearing the report, Tanaka Kenichi looked as if he had aged ten years.

He looked at the report on his desk that said "Impossible to Replicate," and then at the calligraphy on the wall that read "Ichi-go Ichi-e."

This wasn't just a gap in technology; this was a crushing defeat across dimensions.

"President, we have always been suppressed by Braun and Philips in the high-end market."

Watanabe no longer had his previous arrogance; instead, a fanatical light flickered in his eyes.

"If we can get the authorization... we can overtake them on the curve!"

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

Tanaka closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

That deep-seated humility and submissiveness when facing the strong instantly overwhelmed his so-called dignity.

"Prepare the car."

Tanaka opened his eyes, his gaze revealing a determination like a warrior cutting off his own arm to survive.

"Have Senior Managing Director Yoshida fly to Flower City immediately."

"Tell him, no matter what conditions the Chinese people set, no matter how much humiliation he must endure..."

"He must get that authorization!"

...

Two days later, in a negotiation room at the Canton Fair.

Lin Xi sat relaxed on the sofa with his legs crossed, with great interest reading that day's edition of 'Reference News'.

Opposite him stood a short middle-aged man in a dark suit.

The man maintained a standard ninety-degree bow, cold sweat from his forehead dripping onto the carpet from the tip of his nose.

This was the Senior Managing Director of Japan's Moonstand Co., Ltd., Yoshida Shoichi.

He had maintained this posture for exactly four minutes.

Passing foreign merchants and guests glanced over and whispered, but Lin Xi acted as if he hadn't seen him, even turning a page of the newspaper.

In the streaming room, the bullet comments were already going crazy with laughter.

[Hahaha, I screenshotted this! A world-famous painting: 'Yoshida Bowing'.]

[Streamer, you really know psychological warfare. This move of 'ignoring him' is brilliant!]

[Is this the legendary 'Bowing' Craftsman spirit? He really can bow!]

[Weren't they going to replicate it before? Why aren't they acting tough now? Keep being arrogant!]

[Lol, that waist strength is good; I suggest applying for Intangible Cultural Heritage.]

It wasn't until four and a half minutes had passed that Lin Xi, as if just noticing a living person, slowly put down the newspaper.

"Oh, isn't this Mr. Yoshida?"

Lin Xi looked surprised,

"Why are you performing such a grand salute?"

"Get up, get up. We don't do this in China; it's a remnant of feudalism."

Yoshida straightened his back, feeling as if his lumbar vertebrae were about to snap.

But his face was still filled with a humility that bordered on fawning. Even before he had stood steady, he performed another standard forty-five-degree bow.

"Mr. Lin! I am truly very sorry to disturb your rest!"

Yoshida's voice was loud, "I am here on behalf of Moonstand Co., Ltd., with twelve-tenths of sincerity, to seek cooperation with Red Star!"

"Cooperation?"

Lin Xi picked up his teacup and gently blew on the floating leaves,

"Mr. Yoshida, if I remember correctly, I told you the day before yesterday that Braun and Philips have already signed."

"We only want to grant a small amount of authorization; we really can't manage that many 'disciples'."

Lin Xi put down his teacup and looked at him with a half-smile, his eyes showing a touch of Versailles-style helplessness:

"Besides, I heard your company's technical strength is globally leading."

"Since you're already leading, why bother buying our backward technology?"

"Just build it yourselves; it's no big deal."