Lin Zhiyue had no idea that the scene happening at the entrance of the department store had already been seen by a middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit.
The uncle stood in the shadow of the street corner, with a tall stature and a calm expression.
He was wearing a pair of exquisite glasses, and the eyes behind the lenses were deep and sharp. He saw clearly the confrontation between Lin Zhiyue and the thief, and the process of unlocking the bicycle with fingerprints.
When Lin Zhiyue followed the police to the police station, he narrowed his eyes slightly, as if thinking about something, with a barely perceptible smile on his face.
After Lin Zhiyue left for a long time, the uncle slowly walked towards the place where Lin Zhiyue had parked the bicycle.
He lowered his head and carefully observed the traces left by the bicycle on the ground, then reached out and gently touched the solar panel, feeling its material and workmanship.
Then he pulled out a small notebook from his pocket and quickly wrote something down, which was filled with descriptions of the details of the bicycle's construction and modifications.
"Interesting, really interesting." The uncle muttered to himself, his voice low and powerful.
He closed the notebook and carefully put it back into his pocket, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "I didn't expect to meet such a thoughtful and talented young man in this small county."
The uncle turned around and looked in the direction of the police station, as if hesitating about something.
After a moment, he took a determined step and walked towards the police station.
He already had an idea in his mind. He wanted to get to know the creative Lin Zhiyue and see if he could find some new inspiration and opportunities from her.
At this time, Lin Zhiyue was still recording her statement in the police station and was completely unaware of the upcoming encounter.
Lin Zhiyue walked out of the police station. The warm sunlight fell on her body, finally relaxing her tense nerves a little.
When she looked up, she saw a middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit standing next to her unique bicycle.
The uncle had a kind face, and his eyes were full of wisdom and appreciation, but Lin Zhiyue was still full of doubts. She quickened her pace and walked forward, asking politely, "Uncle, what can I do for you?"
The uncle smiled and looked at Lin Zhiyue gently, and said in a steady and powerful voice: "My name is Song Jianshe, and I am the director of the county machinery factory. I saw what happened between you and the police and the thief just now.
Your introduction to bicycles really opened my eyes.
Your bike is fast and it's powered by electricity, right?"
Lin Zhiyue nodded slightly, with a hint of vigilance in her eyes.
The uncle went on to say, "I really want to know how you modified this bicycle. There are many tricks involved. I think you are very talented in mechanical modification, so I would like to invite you to work in our machinery factory. Although our factory is not large, we have many advanced equipment and technicians. If you go there, you will definitely be able to exert your talents and make more powerful things."
Lin Zhiyue was surprised and happy when she heard what the uncle said.
I was surprised that my little invention actually attracted the attention of the director of the machinery factory. I was happy that I had the opportunity to work in a professional machinery factory and be exposed to more advanced technologies and equipment.
But she was still a little hesitant. After all, this sudden invitation was too unexpected.
"Director Song, thank you very much for your appreciation, but this is too sudden. I haven't thought about it yet."
Lin Zhiyue said sincerely, with a hint of confusion in her eyes.
Song Jianshe smiled and patted Lin Zhiyue on the shoulder, saying, "It's okay, you don't have to make a decision in a hurry. You can go to our factory first to see the situation and then make plans. This is my business card with my phone number and address. If you have figured it out, feel free to contact me." As he said that, he took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Lin Zhiyue.
Lin Zhiyue took the business card, looked at it carefully, and nodded: "Okay, Director Song, I will consider it."
Song Jianshe nodded with satisfaction, looked at the bicycle again and exclaimed: "It's a really nice bike. I hope to see more of your works in the future." After that, he turned and left, leaving Lin Zhiyue standing there with a lot of thoughts in his mind.
The days flow by like a gurgling stream, neither fast nor slow.
Before we know it, autumn is here and golden wheat waves are rolling across the fields, heralding the arrival of the harvest season.
The school where Lin Zhiyue was studying also welcomed the holidays. She returned to the village and looked at the vast golden field, her heart filled with joy.
At this time, the village was bustling with activity as villagers were busy with the autumn harvest.
The strong young men carried sickles and hurried towards the fields; the women followed behind them, carrying earthenware jars of water and bamboo baskets of dry food.
The grandparents in the cowshed, despite their advanced age, were trembling as they held small rakes, ready to help pick up the missed crops.
Lin Zhiyue looked at the slightly staggering figures of the grandparents and felt a pang of sadness in her heart.
She knew well the hardships of autumn harvest work. Every time she bent down and every time she swung her sickle, it tested her physical strength and endurance.
Grandparents should have enjoyed their old age, but they still tried their best to make a living. Lin Zhiyue bit her lip and thought to herself: "I can't let my grandparents work so hard, I have to do something for them."
After making up his mind, Lin Zhiyue did not delay for a moment. He got on the electric car he had carefully modified and drove towards the county town at lightning speed.
Along the way, the autumn breeze brushed across her face and blew her hair. The fragrance of rice and the scent of soil in the fields hit her face, making her feel particularly happy.
Soon, Lin Zhiyue arrived at the gate of the county machinery factory.
Just as she was about to go in, the security guard came up and blocked her way.
The security guard looked her up and down, with a hint of vigilance in his eyes, and asked, "Little girl, who are you looking for? This is not a place you can just enter."
Lin Zhiyue quickly stopped the electric bike, smiled politely and said, "Uncle, I'm here to see Factory Director Song Jianshe. He gave me his business card before and told me to find him if I have any questions." As she said that, she took out the business card from her pocket and handed it to the security guard.
The security guard took the business card, looked at it carefully, and his expression eased a lot. He said, "Oh, so you're looking for Director Song. OK, park your car over there, and I'll take you to his office."
Lin Zhiyue followed the security guard's instructions, parked his electric bike, and followed him into the machinery factory.
Along the way, she looked around curiously, looking at the large machinery and busy workers, her heart full of longing.
Soon, they arrived at the door of the factory director's office. The security guard pointed at the door and said, "Little girl, this is it, knock on the door."
Lin Zhiyue smiled gratefully at the security guard, then walked forward and knocked on the door gently.
Director Song's steady voice came from inside: "Come in!" Lin Zhiyue took a deep breath, pushed open the door and walked in.
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