Chapter 89 Old Qian is selling goods!

Mid-January, General Command Room of the Launch Base.

The cold wind howled outside the window, while the interior was filled with warmth.

Old Qian sat in a rattan chair, eyes slightly closed, looking relaxed.

In front of him, a strangely shaped fan was operating silently.

It was precisely the "Red Star · forest oxygen bar" fan.

There was no violent cutting sound of blades, only an extremely faint hiss of electric current.

A breeze carrying the fresh scent of a forest after rain gently brushed past the old man's face, making him feel as if he were in the mountains.

"This wind..."

Old Qian slowly opened his eyes, his gaze revealing a hint of surprise.

"A bit interesting. It doesn't feel like mechanical wind, but rather has a sense of 'Qi'."

Standing to the side, Lin Xi's mouth twitched slightly as he forced himself to suppress a smile.

He naturally knew what this "Qi" was.

It was the negative ion generator that would be found everywhere at street stalls in later generations.

Combined with a carefully designed laminar flow air duct, and a little bit of electrostatic dust removal effect.

But in 1981, this thing was pure black technology.

Especially since the whole country had been swept up in a "Qigong fever" recently, with parks full of elderly people practicing Crane Soaring Stance.

"Old Qian, this is 'ionic wind'."

Lin Xi said,

"By using a high-voltage electric field to simulate a natural thunderstorm environment, it excites active molecules in the air, helping to improve the body's microcirculation."

"Microcirculation..." Old Qian's eyes lit up.

In this special era, even top scientists maintained a strong interest in the unsolved mystery of human body science.

"Good! Good stuff!"

"I heard this fan even cured Old He's chronic ailment?"

"Yes!" Lin Xi replied, bracing himself.

Old Qian stood up, stroking the prototype with his hand.

"This thing is much better than those boxes of tea I was planning to give away."

"It has scientific content and is practical."

He turned to look at Lin Xi, showing a rare smile:

"Xiao Lin, how many more of these fans are there?"

"Prepare eight or ten for me."

"No problem! We have plenty!"

Lin Xi was overjoyed.

What could be a more powerful advertisement than Old Qian personally endorsing the product?

...

Two days later, a green-skinned train clattered to a stop at the Imperial Capital Railway Station.

During this "New Year's visit trip," Lin Xi finally witnessed what it meant to be a "top-tier celebrity of the era."

In those ministry compounds, the old leaders originally treated receiving gifts as just a formality; even if you were brought by Old Qian, they would at most offer a few polite words.

But when Old Qian mysteriously demonstrated this fan that could "emit power," the atmosphere changed abruptly.

In particular, an old minister suffering from insomnia actually started snoring on the sofa after sitting in front of the fan for ten minutes.

This scene instantly elevated the [Red Star · forest oxygen bar] to legendary status.

Someone even pulled Lin Xi aside and whispered, "Comrade Xiao Lin, has this machine been blessed with power by a Qigong master?"

Lin Xi held back a laugh, looking profound: "This is science, it's bio-magnetic field technology..."

He didn't finish, but the other person had an "I understand" expression and looked at him with awe.

While Lin Xi was busy making himself known at various ministries, Old Qian mysteriously took him to the Beijing Hotel.

Inside a low-key yet luxurious suite.

An old man wearing a zhongshan suit was standing by the window.

His hair was gray, but his back was straight.

"Mr. Huo, long time no see." Old Qian tightly shook the other man's hand.

Lin Xi's heart jolted.

Mr. Huo.

That famous patriotic businessman from Hong Kong; in that special era, he was the blood vessel connecting the mainland with the world.

"Is this the young man who made the Germanic people jump with rage?"

Mr. Huo turned around, his gaze landing on Lin Xi.

There was no pressure as one might imagine; instead, he seemed like a grandfatherly neighbor, but the occasional flash of brilliance in his eyes made one not dare to underestimate him.

"Truly, a hero emerges from the youth."

"Those patent documents of yours caused quite a stir in Hong Kong."

"The young people nowadays are truly remarkable."

Lin Xi stepped forward and bowed properly:

"Elder Huo, you flatter me."

"Thanks to your help in processing the patent applications in Hong Kong, Red Star wasn't held by the throat by foreigners."

"It was just a small effort."

Mr. Huo waved his hand, gesturing for the two to sit, and personally poured tea.

"The country is in a state of neglected growth; those of us doing business outside help as much as we can."

"But Xiao Lin..."

Mr. Huo's tone shifted, becoming a bit more serious:

"That rare earth strategy you're running is a very big step, and a very risky one."

"The West is currently stunned, but once they regain their senses, the blockade will become even tighter."

"I know."

Lin Xi took a pre-prepared document from his briefcase and pushed it toward Mr. Huo.

"So, I need to take some measures."

Mr. Huo opened the document, scanned it a few times, and his pupils contracted slightly.

"You want to use Hong Kong as a window to 'steal' precision equipment from abroad?"

Mr. Huo closed the document and gave Lin Xi a deep look.

"Mr. Huo, for a scholar, how can it be called stealing?"

Lin Xi corrected him, a shy smile appearing on his face, "This is called international academic exchange."

Mr. Huo froze for a moment, then burst into a hearty laugh.

"What a great 'academic exchange'!"

"Come, tell me the details!"

That night, the lights in the Beijing Hotel remained on for a long time.

No one knew what this elder and youth were plotting in that room.

Nor did anyone know how big a surprise this elder and youth would bring to everyone in the future.

...

After the Spring Festival.

Late at night, in the cadre building dormitory.

Lin Xi locked the doors and windows, drew the curtains, and entered the livestream room that connected directly to the future.

"Family, the New Year is over."

"Let's get to work!"

"Target: High-precision CNC machine tools!"

On the screen, comments were refreshing frantically.

[Is the Streamer ready? This is a hell-level dungeon!]

[Without grating scales or high-precision servo motors, how do you plan to build it?]

[Even if you have the blueprints, current materials science can't support it!]

Lin Xi smiled at the void: "Who said I was going to build it by force?"

He spread out a sheet of yellowed letter paper and picked up an old-fashioned fountain pen.

"Everyone, do me a favor," Lin Xi said in his mind.

"I want the core algorithms for 'Multi-axis Linkage Non-linear Error Dynamic Mapping Compensation Theory' from the future."

"But, I want you to 'translate' it into the mathematical language of the 1960s."

The livestream room instantly exploded.

[Holy crap, Streamer, what are you trying to do?]

[That theory only matured after 2010!]

[Disguising a 21st-century algorithm as a 1960s manuscript? This is academic fraud... no, this is dimensional reduction scamming!]

[Understood! The Streamer is going fishing!]

[Got it! Streamer, I'll find the materials for you right now! Remember to leave three logic traps in the key matrix transformations—traps that only top-tier engineers of that era could spot!]

Lin Xi bent over the desk, his pen rustling.

He didn't use the common engineering drawing font, but deliberately imitated a decorative English script.

The strokes appeared slightly shaky, as if from the hand of an elderly person in their twilight years.

He drew an extremely profound error compensation curve on the paper.

This diagram was the "Dynamic Mapping Theory" that would only be widely applied in the future.

This paper solved the ultimate nightmare of 1980s precision machinery: thermal deformation.

Lin Xi didn't mention hardware improvements in the text, but instead proposed a set of mathematical logic to "compensate for hardware with software."

Three hours later.

Lin Xi looked at the densely written pages of the manuscript in his hand and satisfiedly blew on the wet ink.

The article title: "The End of Error: A New Logic for Ultra-Precision Grinding Based on Dynamic Mapping."

In the signature column, he didn't write his own name.

Instead, he wrote a strange code name: Watermen.

Lin Xi put the manuscript into a kraft paper envelope, sealed it with wax, and pressed a blurred fingerprint into the seal.

The next day, Lin Xi went to the Launch Base's Security Department and solemnly handed the envelope to the security officer.

"Please use the classified channel to hand this letter personally to Mr. Huo," Lin Xi instructed.

"Tell him to please use every means possible."

"To have this manuscript published in Switzerland's 'Micro-Engineering' or Germany's 'Mechanical Manufacturing'."

Lin Xi narrowed his eyes, looking out at the gray sky, a cold smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"The bait has been cast."

"Next, we'll just pull up a stool and wait for the big fish to bite!"