Chapter 247: A God Among Men

'In other words, you designed a motorcycle at university and wanted to build it?' After Han Songlin had asked for clarification, he looked at Lin Wei with the same gaze as if he were looking at a monster!

Were university students in the 1990s really that amazing?

It felt like when he was at university, he was just a weakling.

I'm so scared, I'm so embarrassed!

'It's not all designed at university. After work, when I'm not busy, I also improve it a bit,' Lin Wei said apologetically. Sometimes, she works on it during work hours.

Please don't say anything!

Han Songlin couldn't help but wonder in his head.

Shocked? Come on, how could Han Songlin be shocked.

This monster is also working under him now.

Thinking about it like this, it feels like he is even more awesome.

Now what Han Songlin is thinking about is motorcycles!

The 1990s to the early 2000s can definitely be considered the golden age of the motorcycle industry.

In the 1990s in particular, motorcycles had a very high status.

Ordinary families couldn't afford cars, but if they gritted their teeth and bought a motorcycle, they could still afford it.

Anyone who bought a motorcycle and rode it around the neighbourhood was the most successful young man.

He didn't need to worry about finding a wife.

'Can I see your design?'

'It's in my dormitory!'

Han Songlin: 'Let's go to the dormitory then.'

The dormitory building of Fuxing Power is located in a relatively remote corner of the factory, next to the factory wall.

It is relatively quiet here, and basically you can't hear the sound of the machine tools.

'Lin Gong is back!'

Lin Wei smiled and greeted people, 'Zhou Jie, doing the laundry!'

'Fang Sao, have you eaten yet!'

Han Songlin followed Lin Wei and silently watched Lin Wei greet people.

Lin Wei is doing well here.

This makes Han Songlin feel slightly relieved.

He is a little worried that Lin Wei has an extremely high IQ but no emotional intelligence at all.

Well, this worry seems to have been unnecessary.

No one dares to mess with Lin Wei in the factory.

After Han Songlin took over, the status of the R&D department was elevated to the highest.

Then there are the skilled workers, and as for the former office staff, sorry, their status is now the lowest in the factory.

It completely serves R&D and production.

In the past, everyone wanted to work in an office, but now that's not the case. Everyone prefers to be on the front line.

Han Songlin has never understood why so many factories put the cart before the horse!

Do you have any expectations for a girl's bedroom?

Many girls' bedrooms are neat and cosy, just as everyone expects.

But Lin Wei's is obviously not like that.

Books of all kinds are piled randomly on the floor, and even stacks of books are tied together with string.

Obviously, Lin Wei has not had time to tidy up since moving in.

As for the bed?

Lin Wei has not folded the quilt after getting up.

Well, Han Songlin can't really say anything about Lin Wei because Han Songlin doesn't fold the quilt after getting up either.

But it's okay, Liu Yuyan will tidy it up.

The dormitory building on this side of the campus is quite good, at least each dormitory has its own bathroom.

'The room is a bit messy, come in!'

Lin Wei was not embarrassed at all. It was messy, but so what.

Han Songlin carefully avoided the books on the floor.

Books are the carriers of knowledge. Since he was a child, Han Songlin has always been aware not to step on books with his feet.

That would be disrespectful to knowledge.

'It's much better than I expected!'

Lin Wei said curiously, 'What did you expect it to be like?'

'Well, the whole room was full of all kinds of snacks and trash.'

In real life, Han Songlin has encountered people who turn their dormitories into garbage dumps.

They pack the garbage and stack it against the wall, a full person high and more than half a meter wide. They would rather stack the garbage against the wall than take the trouble to throw it away when they go downstairs.

The used instant noodle buckets are left to rot, and the mould decomposes all the nutrients inside.

The instant noodle buckets are still left there.

After visiting the dormitory once, Han Songlin never dared to go back in.

He was afraid that if he did, he would die of poisoning.

Lin Wei said seriously, 'Usually I eat midnight snacks at the factory, not snacks!'

Han Songlin: 'That's good!'

After taking a closer look at Lin Wei, he was surprised that the girl who ate midnight snacks was not fat!

Well, people who use their brains are generally not able to get fat.

Look at those classmates with good academic performance, are there not very few fat people!

In Han Songlin's memory, students with good grades are generally of a standard build.

The energy consumed by the brain every day means there is no excess to accumulate.

If you gain weight while studying, it is a sure sign that you are eating, drinking and having fun at school.

The canteen provides late-night snacks, which is a feature of enterprises under the Xinghai Group.

Basically, you have to work overtime at night.

If no one works overtime at night, is it made for ghosts to eat?

"Snacks are unhealthy!'

Han Songlin was a little taken aback when Lin Wei suddenly said this to him. People didn't really pay much attention to food safety these days.

There were also many people who had difficulty affording three meals a day, so where would they pay attention to these things?

'Here, these are the design drawings for the motorcycle!' Lin Wei patted a large stack of drawings on the desk. She had started drawing these when she was a sophomore, and it had been several years now.

Lin Wei spent all her free time on this, not going shopping or watching movies.

Han Songlin looked at Lin Wei in some amazement. She really is amazing!

The stack of drawings should be about 20 cm high; all of these hand-drawn drawings have been preserved by Lin Wei, and they are all the ones she thinks are good.

As for the ones that were drawn incorrectly, Lin Wei naturally discarded them.

Han Songlin looked at the designs drawn on these drawings and couldn't help but wonder how much time Lin Wei had spent on them.

Before, he had thought that if Lin Wei really wanted to make a motorcycle, Fuxing Industry could produce it.

But now, Han Songlin didn't know how to say anything.

To use money to tarnish someone's ideals felt like the greatest evil in the world.

Slowly flipping through the drawings, Han Songlin noticed an interesting point.

The drawings at the top are better; they are neat, direct, and clearly marked.

In contrast, the drawings at the bottom look like they were done by different people.

A faint smile curls up the corner of his mouth. These drawings are another way of recording Lin Wei's growth.

From his initial inexperience with mechanical design, he has now become skilled and composed.

Lin Wei sits up in bed and looks at Han Songlin, 'What are you thinking?'

'From these drawings, I can see your growth.'

Lin Wei was taken aback and didn't quite understand.

Or perhaps she didn't want to consider the meaning of Han Songlin's words.

'The bottom drawing feels very beginner-like, and then it slowly gets better and better, and finally becomes great.'

Lin Wei: 'The bottom drawing was drawn when I was a sophomore.'

Sophomore!

The gap between people is really quite big.

Ordinary college students, in their second year, have lost their sense of unfamiliarity with college life and are beginning to enjoy it.

They are having a great time participating in various activities and games.

But Lin Wei, in her second year, started drawing pictures, thinking about designing a motorcycle herself.