Fang Bai left Nanjiang Valve Company, not knowing the exact outcome.
But he felt that if Huang Xing tested it according to his method, there should be no problem.
He also didn't expect that the Golden Finger's LV2 function would come into play at a critical moment.
Currently, it doesn't seem like a wasted feature.
Fang Bai returned to his rented room, checked the work of the part-time college students, and after confirming there were no issues, he read his books.
At the end of this month, there would be another monthly exam, held once every month.
In the following days, Fang Bai went to school to attend classes whenever he had time, acting as a good student for a few days.
Next Wednesday, October 14th, he wouldn't go anymore, as Master Chen Fumin's motorcycle repairs were almost finished. Processes like blackening were relatively quick; only the spray paint needed a day or two to dry after application.
He arrived at his shop again and saw that his motorcycle was almost assembled.
When Chen Fumin saw Fang Bai enter, he greeted him politely, "Boss Fang, you're here. The engine has just been assembled, and I'm about to add oil to test it."
Fang Bai nodded and used his Golden Finger to check, finding that the engine had no problems.
Chen Fumin added oil and ignited it.
Initially, the engine emitted a deep roar, like a bass sound coming from deep underground.
Chen Fumin increased the throttle, and the engine's sound became more intense, like a strong wind howling past, the entire sound filled with power and energy, making one's heart surge.
Fang Bai was also very excited and thrilled to hear this sound, which irresistibly drew him in.
A moment later, the test was complete.
"Congratulations, Boss Fang, the engine has no problems. I truly admire your ability to find such a bargain."
"Haha, just good luck."
"Once is good luck, twice is true skill. I need to learn more from you."
"Let's exchange ideas."
"It should be fully assembled by this afternoon, then we can test ride it."
"Okay, I'll come back this afternoon to check."
At two o'clock in the afternoon, Fang Bai returned to Chen Fumin's shop, feeling a bit impatient to ride it back.
"I've added some oil and test-rode it for a lap this afternoon. It's fixed! Can you ride?"
Chen Fumin saw Fang Bai approaching and was very satisfied with his work, quite proud.
Fang Bai walked around the motorcycle, inspecting it. The bike looked about 80% new; if it had been repainted, it would probably look 90% new.
He used his Golden Finger to check it and found a minor issue, but it wasn't significant and could be dealt with later.
"I've ridden others' before, I can ride. Let me try it. You've worked hard."
Fang Bai also knew how to ride a motorcycle, and his hands excitedly gripped the handlebars.
He moved the kickstand, straddled the seat, inserted the key into the motorcycle lock, turned it right from OFF to ON, which activated the motorcycle lock, and the gear indicator light came on.
He pressed the gear down to 0, used his foot to press the rear of the gear control component, squeezed the clutch lever tightly, and placed his right hand on the throttle control grip.
His right foot pressed the start controller, slightly adding throttle, and the engine emitted a deep sound.
The gear shifted from 0 to 1, he released the clutch lever, slightly added throttle, and the bike moved forward.
"Master Chen, I'm going out for a spin, haha."
"Go ahead, go ahead."
Chen Fumin watched Fang Bai ride off happily, waving his hand. He was also pleased that such a difficult renovation had been completed.
He was also very envious; if only he had a motorcycle.
"Alright then, I'm off."
Even after many years, he still remembered how to ride.
Master Chen had added some fuel for him, enough to ride for over ten kilometers, so he decided to ride directly to a gas station to refuel.
The roar of the motorcycle engine sounded in Fang Bai's ears, like a stirring overture.
This sound was full of power and speed, making his heart pound, and he excitedly twisted the throttle.
The motorcycle, like a wild, untamed horse, surged out of the shop, its roar echoing throughout the entire street.
Fang Bai's face was beaming with a happy smile. He felt the freedom and passion the motorcycle brought him, which was more exhilarating than driving a car.
He weaved through the bicycle traffic, overtaking bicycle after bicycle. Even a Fiat couldn't go as fast. The wind blew across his cheeks, making him feel a fresh rush.
Passersby turned to look at him, their eyes filled with envy and jealousy.
A motorcycle!
Another damn rich second-generation!
After filling the tank, Fang Bai returned to Chen Fumin's shop and settled the remaining bill.
He did some calculations: the bike cost 350 yuan, used parts 200 yuan, repair costs 200 yuan, and other parts and process fees tens of yuan.
Excluding transportation costs, this bike cost a total of over eight hundred yuan.
If he didn't count the time cost, he earned several thousand yuan.
Fang Bai then rode away again, went to a shop selling motorcycle tools to buy two helmets, and continued to speed along the road back to his rented room.
As soon as he arrived at the rented room, the sound of the motorcycle startled everyone in the shop. Seeing that it was Fang Bai riding the bike, everyone stopped what they were doing and came out to look.
"Oh, Boss Fang, you bought a motorcycle! This bike is so cool!"
"I dream of owning one. If I just had one, I'd be the campus heartthrob."
Fang Bai was not a person who liked to show off, but receiving praise and recognition from others still made him very happy. He patted the seat and said, "This bike is refurbished, it didn't cost much. I don't have money to buy a new one."
"Boss Fang is too modest. With your current net worth, buying a motorcycle is a small matter."
After everyone had praised enough, they returned to the house to continue their work.
Fang Shi saw his son ride back and also came out to look, admiring the bike, touching it here and there, praising, "This bike is so cool, son, you can ride!"
"Dad, motorcycles aren't hard to ride. I spent a day at the repair shop. I'll teach you now. You'll use this bike more in the future. I specifically got it for you, but you can't ride fast. You must obey traffic rules."
Fang Bai reminded him that riding a motorcycle requires attention to safety. In fact, normal driving is fine. Twenty years later, when the Guangxi and Guangdong motorcycle legions return home for the New Year, the accidents are always caused by not wearing helmets or by excessive speed.
For those who ride heavy motorcycles, they are hard to control and driven at very high speeds, accidents are bound to happen sooner or later.
"Okay, hehe."
Fang Shi's face was full of joy. His first truly impressive vehicle in his life was even acquired by his son.
He had never dreamed of owning a motorcycle; it was something he wouldn't even dare to dream about.
It could be said that this motorcycle was not just a means of transportation, but also a symbol and realization of his dream.
Next, Fang Bai first helped his father put on the helmet, then taught him how to grip the handlebars, how to control the clutch, and how to shift gears.
Initially, Fang Bai propped the bike up so the wheels were off the ground, allowing his father to first familiarize himself with the process and the force needed to accelerate.
Once he was fairly familiar, he had him put on the helmet and get on the bike, while he held the bike from behind to prevent it from falling.
Motorcycles are not difficult to learn. As long as one can ride a bicycle and is familiar with the bike's functions, a little practice is all it takes to ride.
"Dad, remember not to accelerate too hard. Yes, just like that, slowly, then brake. Get familiar with it first."
Fang Bai taught his father for about an hour and felt relieved once he saw his father could basically ride.
"Dad, I've already filled the tank. Practice more when you have time, and also get the license plate. Teach Mom when you have time too, so everyone in the family can ride, but don't ride fast, and you must wear helmets." Fang Bai said with a chuckle.
"Okay, your mom went back to our hometown to get things. We still have chickens there, and she plans to move them here to raise them. The room next door can be used for raising them. I want to go back and pick her up." Fang Shi hadn't ridden enough yet. When he first started practicing, his heart raced, his blood boiled, and it felt as if every nerve in his body had been ignited.
After an hour of riding, he still wanted to continue, but he felt a bit bad about the cost of the fuel.
He'd be more frugal in the future; today, he'd ride to his heart's content.
"Okay, be careful, ride slowly." Fang Bai understood. Seeing his father so happy, he also felt joy and satisfaction.
Watching his father ride away leisurely on the motorcycle, Fang Bai felt a little less worried and returned to his room to continue working hard.