Lin Yan told Li Wei and the others to get in the car first, and he went over to see what was going on.
As Lin Yan approached, the traffic police officer heard the sound and turned his head. He was confused at first, but after hearing Lin Yan's explanation, he guessed that the other party might be the owner of the car. Only then did he turn his body to face Lin Yan and say.
"Hello comrade, your car is suspected of illegal modification. Please show me your driver's license so I can verify the vehicle."
The traffic police officer turned around, and Lin Yan saw his face. He looked about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, almost thirty, wearing a bright yellow police commuter uniform and a white helmet. His own BMW S1000RR was parked next to his Hongyan motorcycle.
Seeing this scene, Lin Yan couldn't help but wonder if it was inappropriate to call him "uncle" just now.
Illegal modification? Lin Yan understood what was going on. Although this custom version of the BMW S1000RR looked similar to the civilian version, there were still some differences, such as the exhaust, which was different from the civilian version.
A different exhaust was considered illegal modification.
Hearing the traffic police officer, Lin Yan obediently took out his driver's license and cooperated with the inspection.
Truly a law-abiding, five-star good citizen.
While Lin Yan was searching for his driver's license, the traffic police officer chatted with him.
"Brother, I have to say, your bike is really cool!"
The traffic police officer looked at Lin Yan's bike with envy and said. Every man has a motorcycle dream, especially this BMW S1000RR, a heavy motorcycle worth hundreds of thousands, which is the dream of many men.
"Your Hongyan is also very cool."
Lin Yan chuckled. If he could afford it, he would also want to get a Hongyan to ride.
The traffic police motorcycle industry is a relatively special existence in the motorcycle circle.
As the saying goes, they catch riders when they are on duty and are riders themselves after work. Therefore, as long as they are not those who ride "ghost fires" (modified scooters), traffic police officers have a good attitude towards riders.
Lin Yan took out his driver's license and handed it over. Fortunately, BMW had provided the paperwork for this car, otherwise, he might have been fined.
If the news of him being fined leaked out, Lin Yan estimated that he would become famous overnight.
"Isle of Man World Champion, caught by traffic police while street riding a modified car!"
"Shocking, the person riding a modified motorcycle is actually him!"
"World Champion riding a modified BMW motorcycle in the city, easily caught by a Hongyan traffic police officer with a ticket."
......
A series of similar news reports would likely flood major platforms.
Lin Yan had deeply experienced the power of marketing accounts in his previous life.
In his previous life, when Lin Yan was competing in Europe, a passionate female fan from Europe kissed him while he was signing autographs.
The incident itself was not a big deal. The female fan eventually apologized to Lin Yan, but the scene was captured.
The next day, the photo was uploaded online. Due to the shooting angle, it was exaggerated by some marketing accounts, and rumors about them having children together spread that evening. It was only after Lin Yan hired a public relations team that the matter was settled.
The female fan also issued a statement saying that she was just a fan of Lin Yan and had only impulsively kissed Lin Yan's cheek at the time.
However, the incident still had some impact on Lin Yan, which is why he still has a bad impression of these marketing accounts.
The traffic police officer took Lin Yan's driver's license. Before he could open it, he heard Lin Yan's voice.
"Officer, this is factory standard, not illegal modification."
Factory standard? I'm a connoisseur, you know. This traffic police officer knew that the original exhaust of the BMW S1000RR did not look like this.
"Brother, it's okay. Modification only involves a small deduction of points and a fine. You can change it back when you go back."
The traffic police officer thought Lin Yan was worried about a severe penalty and tried to comfort him.
Hearing the traffic police officer say this, Lin Yan stopped talking because once the officer opened his driver's license, he would understand what was going on.
The traffic police officer opened Lin Yan's driver's license and began to verify the information.
"Brother, your name is quite unique..."
The traffic police officer trailed off, his eyes suddenly widened in disbelief.
Good heavens, he had met a big shot.
......
By the time Lin Yan put his driver's license back in his pocket, the traffic police officer had already ridden his Hongyan motorcycle out of Lin Yan's sight. He waved goodbye to Lin Yan before leaving.
At the cost of an autograph, Lin Yan successfully escaped. He got on his bike and twisted the throttle, the BMW S1000RR heading towards the hospital. It was almost time for lunch, and of course, he had to go find Su Mojin.
Lin Yan didn't need to worry about the car he just bought; the Kawasaki 4S shop would transport it to the villa.
The BMW left its parking spot, and Li Wei started his car and followed behind the BMW S1000RR.
Lin Yan bought some food near the hospital. After parking the car, he carried the items upstairs.
He pushed open the ward door and saw Su Mojin sitting on the bed, seemingly embroidering something.
Su Mojin was still wearing her hospital gown, but she hadn't tied her hair up and it was all loose. However, Lin Yan felt that it looked even better when it was loose.
He placed the bag in his hand beside the hospital bed and leaned closer to take a look.
Su Mojin was very focused on her embroidery and didn't notice Lin Yan entering until he leaned closer.
"Why are you here?"
Su Mojin put down the half-finished embroidery in her hand, her voice tinged with surprise.
"It's almost time for lunch, so I brought some food to see you."
Lin Yan's appetite improved a lot with Su Mojin by his side during meals.
Of course, the main reason was that he missed her.
Hearing Lin Yan's words, Su Mojin glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already 10:40, and it was indeed almost time for lunch.
"Brother Yan, let me see what delicious food you bought."
Su Mojin looked at the bag Lin Yan had placed aside.
"Oh, I just bought some things casually. Xiao Jin, what are you embroidering?"
Lin Yan glanced at the embroidery Su Mojin had placed aside. On the white gauze, her name, Lin Yan, was embroidered crookedly.
Seeing Lin Yan's gaze shift to it, Su Mojin quickly hid it behind her.
This scene made Lin Yan both amused and speechless.
"Um, I was just embroidering it out of boredom."
As she spoke, Su Mojin's face turned rosy. Lin Yan knew she was shy, so he didn't ask further and started unpacking the table.
This little girl, why was she embroidering her own name?
"Brother Yan, isn't your birthday next week?"