I Get A Random New Occupation Every Week Novel - Chapter 204
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Lin Yi put Cisco aside for the time being.
What he needed to do next was tackle the issue surrounding the photolithography machine.
It was an indispensable tool for making chips.
However, other than ASML, the products made by other international manufacturers did not meet his requirements.
It was just that the road to ASML was now blocked.
Lin Yi didnāt have any other choice.
He could only develop and manufacture it through Longxin itself.
It was just that he hadnāt found out who the spy was yet, which was quite annoying.
Lin Yi stretched his back. He needed to talk to Lu Ying and Sun Fuyu about this.
With that thought in mind, Lin Yi called Sun Fuyu.
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āMr. Lin, you wanted to see me?ā Sun Fuyu said politely after he picked up the phone.
āYou havenāt had lunch yet, have you? Call Lu Ying, Iāll treat you both to lunch.ā Lin Yi said with a smile
The spy was still at the research institute, and Lin Yi decided to change the venue to avoid unnecessary trouble.
The photolithography machine was the most important thing right now, and Lin Yi didnāt want to take any risks, so he decided to discuss it somewhere else.
āThen we wonāt stand on ceremony with you.ā Sun Fuyu said with a smile. āWhere are we going to eat?ā
āThe Crab Kingās Palace. Weāll meet at the entrance in an hour.ā
āOkay.ā
Lin Yi got out of the pool, changed his clothes, and drove out.
Lin Yiās mind didnāt stop at all during this process.
Although he already had the masterās memory in his mind, and all the knowledge of chips was stored in his mind, he didnāt have absolute confidence in the development of the photolithography machine.
In the entire world, the only top-notch photolithography machine technology was firmly in the hands of ASML.
To surpass them and create a photolithography machine that belonged to China would be an extremely difficult task. It wasnāt as simple as writing code. This would be a huge challenge!
Hutong!
Just as Lin Yi was thinking about these things, he suddenly saw a person on a motorcycle crash into his car.
āYou can even get hit by this?ā
Fortunately, they had just passed the red light and the car didnāt start very quickly. Otherwise, something worse might have happened.
āOuch, Iām dead.ā
After getting out of the car, Lin Yi saw an old woman sitting on the ground, clutching her legs. Beside her was her motorcycle, with some fruits and vegetables scattered on the ground.
It was as if the sky was falling down.
Seeing the accident at the intersection, many people gathered around to watch the show.
It was because of this old woman had crashed into a Bentley.
However, under such circumstances, the old woman on the motorcycle was the weaker party. He didnāt know what the traffic police would do.
āHow do you drive? Donāt you know how to look around?ā
Lin Yi was speechless as he pointed at the traffic light ahead.
āThereās a green light ahead, and Iām driving normally. Youāre the one who suddenly charged at me in the opposite direction, and youāre blaming it on me? Can you be reasonable?ā
āWhat do you mean by driving normally? If you hit me, youāll be responsible. pay up!ā The old lady shouted.
āI feel like my bones are about to break. If I go to the hospital, I wonāt be able to make it without spending at least 80,000 to 100,000.ā
āI havenāt had the nerve to ask you for money yet, but youāre asking me for money like a hungry lion.ā
āYoung man, how can you say that? Iām a motorcyclist. Youāve injured me. Donāt you want to pay for it? Whatās the matter? Do you think youāre that good just because you drive a BYD? Let me tell you, my son drives a BMW. Heās much richer than you.ā
āBYD?ā
what the ...., BYD!
Even though the carās logo was B, there was a difference.
āWhatās wrong? Arenāt you happy that your car is worthless?ā The old woman shouted.
āEven if this is the new BYD, itās not as valuable as my sonās BMW. Stop pretending to be rich!ā
āLetās cut the crap and wait for the traffic police.ā
Lin Yi called the police, and the traffic police arrived quickly.
āTraffic police comrade, youāre just in time. This man hit me, what do you think we should do?ā The old womanās mouth was like a machine gun, and she kept prattling to the traffic police.
āI feel weak all over. I need to go to the hospital for a check-up and ask him to pay for my medical expenses.ā
The traffic policeman didnāt say anything, but looked at Lin Yiās Bentley instead.
It wasnāt a serious crash, but the Bentley was the most expensive model under the Bentley brand. The repair fee would be at least a few hundred thousand dollars.
āAuntie, donāt worry. We need to take a look at the surveillance footage first before we decide on who is responsible for the accident. If he really hit you, weāll definitely seek justice for you.ā
āDo you still need to look at the surveillance footage? I was knocked down by him while he is completely fine. This matter is obvious,ā the auntie said relentlessly:
āI am a disadvantaged person. You have to stand on my side and speak for me.ā
āCalm down. I know you are a disadvantaged person, but we have to rely on evidence.ā
Seeing the traffic policeās stern face, the Auntie did not speak.
Soon, the traffic police pulled up the surveillance video of the intersection and studied it with his colleagues for a few minutes before saying,
āWhen the accident happened, the traffic light was green. The Bentley was driving normally. It did not show a turning signal, and there were no signs of it steering. You were going in the opposite direction, so you have to take full responsibility. You have to take care of your own medical expenses, and you have to compensate the owner of the car for the damage.ā
āWhat did you say?! He isnāt responsible?ā The old woman couldnāt take it anymore. She directly sat on the ground and started rolling around.
āHe hit me like this, yet you actually say he isnāt responsible? How can that be! Believe it or not, Iāll file a complaint against you!ā
āThen tell me, what is he responsible for?ā The traffic police said rudely.
āDo you think we have to check to see if all the buildings around us are too tall for you to commit suicide from before proceeding to tear them down, all just for you?ā
āWell, I am a motorcyclist. I am injured, so does he bear no responsibility at all?ā
āNo, because you are in the wrong,ā the traffic policeman said,
āApart from that, I think you should be concerned about the compensation amount. This ownerās car sells for more than 4 million on the market, and the cost of repairing the car is at least 300,000. You should think about how to pay for it.ā
āWhat nonsense!ā The old woman said excitedly,
āHow can a lousy BYD be so expensive? Donāt think that you can fool me just because Iām old!ā
āFirst of all, look carefully. Although the carās logo is B, itās different from BYD. This carās brand name is Bentley, and it sells for more than four million. As a traffic policeman, I wonāt joke with you like this.ā
āHahaā¦ā
āThis old lady is really interesting. She actually mistook the Bentley for BYD. This is the first time Iāve seen such a thing.ā
āThe traffic policeman is too awesome. We should teach her a lesson. These people ride broken motorcycles on the street every day and donāt follow the traffic rules. We must give them a taste of their own medicine!ā
āThe repair cost is at least 300,000 dollars. I reckon she wonāt be able to afford it even if she loses all her money.ā
āEven so, we have to make her pay for it. We definitely canāt tolerate people like these who have no respect for the rules!ā
Hearing the discussions of others, the old lady raised her voice.
āStop making sarcastic remarks. Isnāt it just 300,000 dollars? My son has money. He can afford to pay for it!ā
This kind of reply made everyone a little surprised. They didnāt expect this old lady who rode a motorcycle to have a rich family.
The old lady took out her phone and dialed her sonās number.
āSon, where are you? I was hit by a car at the street near the market. They want me to pay for it. Come and take a look.ā
The old lady hung up, but Lin Yi wasnāt in a hurry to leave. He sent a message to Sun Fuyu, asking them to wait a little longer.
About twenty minutes later, a white BMW 7 series stopped in front of the old lady.
The door opened and a chubby young man in his thirties got out of the car. He was wearing glasses and had a refined aura.
āMom, how are you? Are you okay?ā The young man asked worriedly.
āI feel uncomfortable from head to toe, but the traffic police are still talking to that man. They want me to pay for it. Donāt you know a lot of people? Think of a way to complain to them!ā
The young man followed the old womanās gaze and was shocked when he saw Lin Yi.
āPresident Lin, is that you?ā