The bicycle belonged to Fu Mingxue, and since she wouldn’t agree, there was nothing Director Geng could do.
He could only watch as Fu Mingxue rode around for several laps.
"Alright. What do you think?" Fu Mingxue braked to a stop.
"Not bad, not bad at all. By the way, about those blueprints you mentioned last time—"
Fu Mingxue never went back on her promises.
The only reason she hadn’t handed them over last time was that she still needed them herself.
She took the design drawing out of her pocket.
"Here you go!"
Director Geng quickly took it.
"We’re planning to study this power device of yours and rush out a trial batch. Of course, we still need to calculate the cost."
After all, if it was too expensive, no one would be able to afford it.
Fu Mingxue paused. ’...?’
This suddenly made her think of something—
’If she remained a researcher, did that mean she couldn’t profit from her own designs?’
The country was now gradually reviving its economy.
The Reform and Opening-Up policies were just a few months away, set to start in the second half of the year.
’When that happens, should she quit her job at the research institute to start her own business? Or maybe partner with some companies?’
She immediately dismissed the thought.
After all, compared to making money, she still wanted to dedicate herself to her country and help make her motherland more prosperous and powerful.
Besides, it was precisely because of her job at the institute that the university had granted her special accommodations.
’Sigh, if only there was a way to do both.’
But she still needed money.
After all, money could grant her access to knowledge and technology she could only imagine.
And, of course, it could improve her quality of life.
She had no intention of living a hard life again in this lifetime.


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