Back in the day: Getting rich starts with fixing your radio

Chapter 42

Lu Xiaorong said seriously: "I'm just recording, the writer should be you."

"No, no, I just thought of a story, but I couldn't write it." Shen Lin said modestly.

"Your story is more important." Lu Xiaorong said solemnly: "Without your story, I can't write anything, but without me, no matter who it is, can write your story."

Seeing Lu Xiaorong's earnest expression, Shen Lin patted his head, thinking, what am I arguing with him at this time.

"Since this is the case, it might as well be considered as our joint creation."

Shen Lin thought of the situation in later generations, and casually gave a characterization of this situation.

Lu Xiaorong looked at the manuscript paper that Shen Lin put down, raised his head gently and said, "Even if it is a union, you are also the first author."

"I don't want to take advantage of this."

After breakfast, Lu Xiaorong went to work, while Shen Lin continued to collect trash.But from today onwards, his tool has changed from Aunt Chen's flatbed car to a fuel tricycle modified by himself.

"Dudududu..."

As the old engine was started, there was a chug sound, leading Shen Lin to move forward at lightning speed in the hot and dry air.

In the entire residential area, many people secretly passed Shen Lin's smoky tricycle, basically showing envious expressions.

After all, in that era, a motorcycle was almost everyone's dream.

"Shen Lin, your tricycle is pretty good, where did you buy it?" An old man who knew Shen Lin took the initiative to greet Shen Lin.

While slowing down, Shen Lin smiled and said, "Master Feng, I modified this myself."

"That's right, oops, I also want to modify this thing so that it doesn't need pedals to drive."

Looking at Uncle Feng's shaky walking body, Shen Lin smiled and said, "Master, I'm just playing around."

After saying hello four or five times, he had already arrived at the gate of the factory area. Shen Lin saw a middle-aged man wearing a denim jacket and a girl who looked about eighteen or nineteen with a round face walking towards them.

The girl is bouncing and jumping, full of youthful vitality.

"Brother Shen Lin, your tricycle is interesting. It's a motorcycle. It shouldn't run fast. It's not a motorcycle. It doesn't need to be pedaled when it starts." The girl looked at Shen Lin's motorcycle carefully, her face full of envy.

Shen Lin looked through his memory and remembered the identity of the girl. This was Luo Xiaoyue, the daughter of the deputy chief engineer of the machinery factory he had been expelled from, and the only one in the factory who was admitted to university this year.

"Luo Gong, Xiaoyue, what are you doing here?" Shen Lin had a good impression of Luo Xiaoyue, so he greeted with a smile.

Luo Gong smiled and said, "Isn't Xiaoyue starting school soon? I'll go buy her some school supplies."

"Dad, what are you doing buying those things? It's not that I can't buy them when I get to school. If I buy them now, it's just a waste of time when I'm catching the train."

Luo Xiaoyue pouted, looking angry.

Looking at the situation of the father and daughter, Shen Lin suddenly had a thought in his heart, the time for the start of the university is coming, should he take advantage of this opportunity to earn another sum of money?

After saying goodbye to Luo Xiaoyue, Shen Lin silently thought about his chances, and before he knew it, Shen Lin came to an office building in a factory area.

With previous experience, after Shen Lin parked his tricycle, he walked towards the office building with ease.

But when he knocked on the office door and asked if there were old newspapers for sale, he got no response.

One office so, two offices so...

When Shen Lin knocked on the seventh office, the people inside told Shen Lin impatiently that the waste products in their office had already been taken away yesterday.

The people in the office told Shen Lin impatiently that he would not come here, because their waste products had already been contracted to other people, and they would come to collect them when the time came.

Walking down the office building silently, Shen Lin walked towards his second goal.

But just when he came downstairs to the second target, he was stopped by the doorman. After he took a cigarette from him, the doorman told him that the old newspapers in their office building had already been packed .

All the waste collectors like Shen Lin can't go in now.