The Elusive Lithography Machine
Both Liu Yong and Li Changle were taken aback momentarily, surprised to encounter acquaintances in this particular place. Following the sound of the voice, their curiosity led them to gaze in the direction it came from.
A young man stood before them, his face filled with astonishment. He sported a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, meticulously groomed hair, and attire that exuded success—clad in a white shirt and tie, and he projected an air of confidence and accomplishment.
"Lele, it's really you! I thought I must be mistaken," the man exclaimed, walking over with a noticeably elated expression.
Li Changle reacted with more composure, replying flatly, "Chen Yiyuan, didn't you go to America?"
"Not long after returning, I've been inquiring about you. I heard you're teaching at Huahai City's No. 1 Middle School. I had intended to visit your school, but I didn't expect to run into you here," Chen Yiyuan replied, his words flowing out in a rush.