Lin Yan was one of the majority.
At the Meilin Workshop, Lin Yan saw the weather forecast. He had already felt that it might rain during the days around the summer solstice, and he hadn't expected it to actually rain.
However, Lin Yan wasn't too worried. His performance in rainy conditions wasn't as good as on dry tracks, but it certainly wasn't weak.
Moreover, an eight-hour endurance race was, to be honest, not something Lin Yan took to heart at all.
Most drivers' performance declined in the rain due to the reduced tire grip on slippery surfaces. Dry races used slick tires, while wet races used rain tires.
Furthermore, the car's tuning data was also different.
However, one must dare to face their shortcomings, and besides, this wasn't a shortcoming for Lin Yan at all.
"I remember it should be behind the school!"
Su Mo Jin arrived at the back of the school. She remembered there was a car fan DIY shop behind the school, which she had heard about from classmates when school started. However, she searched for a long time and still couldn't find it.
Never mind, she'd look again.
After wandering around several times and asking a few passersby, Su Mo Jin finally found the car fan DIY shop. There was a reason she couldn't find it; the shop was in a very secluded location, and the storefront was very small.
It was indeed secluded. It was already close to dinnertime, but there were very few people on the street where this shop was located.
Su Mo Jin stepped inside. The shop was about thirty to forty square meters, a bit cluttered inside, resembling a carpenter's workshop, with a few simple wooden tables and tools scattered everywhere.
There were only two people in the shop, a middle-aged man and another boy who looked about Su Mo Jin's age. Judging by their appearance, they seemed to be father and son.
The middle-aged man was sitting in the room, grinding something with a polishing machine. The boy was quietly reading a book at a desk in the corner.
The sound of the polishing machine whirred in the room. Neither of them noticed until Su Mo Jin entered.
"Boss, can you make carbon fiber pendants here?"
Hearing the sound, the two people in the room finally reacted. The middle-aged man stood up from his chair, and the boy in the corner also looked up at the sound.
However, as soon as he looked up, he saw a stunning face. Su Mo Jin's current appearance, combined with her own beauty, was extremely captivating to boys her age.
The moment the boy looked up, his gaze was fixed.
"Carbon fiber pendants? Young lady, we can process carbon fiber here, but we don't take on business below five hundred yuan. May I ask how large your pendant is?"
The manual manufacturing of carbon fiber is extremely difficult and requires very high craftsmanship. It is not only troublesome, but their small workshop can generally only produce lower-quality carbon fiber. Therefore, they generally do not accept such carbon fiber orders unless the amount is large, as making something the size of a fingernail is not interesting.
"No, boss, I'm doing over five hundred."
Su Mo Jin said immediately, afraid they wouldn't do it. After her inquiries these days, this was the only shop nearby that could process carbon fiber, and it had a good reputation.
If this shop didn't do it, she really wouldn't know where else to buy it.
"Okay, what do you want to make?"
The middle-aged man stood up from his stool, brushed the dust off his clothes, and walked towards Su Mo Jin.
Seeing this, Su Mo Jin quickly took out her phone from her bag and flipped through a photo to show him.
"This helmet."
Su Mo Jin pointed to the helmet Lin Yan was wearing in the picture and then gestured the size with her hand.
The middle-aged man craned his neck to look closely at the photo of the helmet. Su Mo Jin had found the photo online; it was a close-up of Lin Yan braking heavily at the end of turn eight at the Shanghai station.
There were also photos from other angles. Su Mo Jin wanted to make a mini version of Lin Yan's helmet, about four centimeters in diameter, with some small patterns she had added herself.
After her understanding these days, carbon fiber was the most suitable material for this.
She thought it would be something Yan Ge would really like if she gave it to him.
The middle-aged man observed carefully for a while before speaking slowly.
"I can do it. The size you want to make will cost around a thousand yuan. Pay the money, send me the picture, and you can pick it up in three days."
The middle-aged man said concisely and was about to turn back to his stool to continue his polishing work.
However, he was a bit puzzled. Why were so many young girls coming to his place to make such ornaments recently? Yesterday, several people wanted to make similar items, but they used some plastic or resin materials. This was the first time he had seen someone using an expensive material like carbon fiber.
"Boss, can you give it to me tomorrow morning?"
Su Mo Jin had inquired beforehand, so she didn't think it was too expensive. However, Lin Yan's birthday was tomorrow, and she couldn't wait that long.
"Young lady, you need to know that the manufacturing process of carbon fiber is quite complex."
The middle-aged man shook his head. He had other orders to rush, and he couldn't let someone jump the queue for no reason.
"I can pay extra. Take all of this."
Su Mo Jin took out over thirteen hundred yuan from her bag, even rummaging for some change.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man looked confused. So urgent?
"May I ask why, young lady?"
"Um... I'm giving it to someone, and I'm a bit rushed."
Su Mo Jin hesitated for a moment, but in the end, she didn't hide it.
"Alright then."
The middle-aged man took the money and then gave Su Mo Jin his contact information, asking her to send the photos.
"Okay, you can go now. My shop is right here, and you can come to pick it up tomorrow morning. But in the end, I think I should advise you, young lady, be rational when chasing stars."
The middle-aged man said meaningfully at the end.
He had clearly mistaken Su Mo Jin for one of the fangirls who had come recently.
Facing his advice, Su Mo Jin readily agreed. In fact, strictly speaking, she was now also a fangirl.
After Su Mo Jin left, the middle-aged man sat back on his stool.
"Stinky brat, aren't you going to come over and help? What are you doing holding that comic book all day? Don't you see a big client?"
The middle-aged man called out, but after a long time, he heard no response. He turned his head and saw his son still standing there in a daze.
"They're gone, what are you still looking at? Hurry up and come help."
Hearing his father's call, the boy snapped out of it, put down his book, and ran over.
"What, you've taken a liking to that young lady?"