In 1992, a small village owner became the richest man in the village by owning a car.

Chapter 137 Damn it! We almost got caught!

Time was of the essence, and unfortunately, the other members of the team were still a bit rusty when it came to changing the oil. But for Dawei, it was a piece of cake, and he had already started changing the oil in the second dump truck.

Changing the oil in a dump truck is different from changing the oil in a car, especially in the future when there are specialized cranes, changing the oil in a car will be much easier.

You can drive the car directly into the middle of the crane, then support the crane's four legs, and then use hydraulic principles to easily lift the car up.

If you have the means, you can get a crane; if not, you can just build a deep pit, half a meter wide and one and a half meters high, inside the repair shop.

The mechanic doesn't need to bend over; he can simply drain the engine oil from the oil filler cap into a scrap metal drum.

However, this doesn't work for dump trucks and regular trucks. In the future, many repair shops will still use the old method to change the oil in trucks: crawling under the truck to change it, using an adjustable wrench to unscrew the oil pan screw, and preparing containers for the oil in advance to collect it at any time.

Whether it's a truck, a car, or a dump truck, the oil drain port for all vehicles is located at the oil pan below the engine.

When you loosen the oil pan drain plug, the engine oil will flow out through the drain hole; the mechanical principle of the engine remains unchanged.

Nowadays, in the days before cranes, car repairmen relied more on their strength and willingness to get dirty to get things done.

Yu Dawei was relatively confident in the other members of the team who were changing the oil, as they had all done it themselves.

A dump truck had previously come in for an oil change, and Yu Dawei specifically taught them how to tighten the oil drain plug and how to change the oil.

The steps are simple, but they are full of details.

When Yu Dawei was changing to the third dump truck, he took out a piece of cardboard from the side, unfolded it, laid it flat, and then laid it under the truck along the front.

The main purpose wasn't to avoid getting dirty, but because there were many small stones under the third car, and lying on the cardboard would prevent me from getting hurt when I crawled in to remove the oil pan screws.

You can put something underneath the engine when you change the oil, and cardboard is the cheapest and most useful material.

It doesn't matter if it gets dirty; just toss it aside. In winter, you can use it to start a fire.

Especially since the cardboard was covered in black grease, when it was put into the stove, it burned fiercely.

Seeing that the oil in the oil pan was almost drained, Yu Dawei quickly tightened the oil pan screw with an adjustable wrench.

He tries his best to drain the oil from the oil pan. If the oil in the engine is not drained completely, too much oil will cause the engine to burn oil or even completely burn out, which is difficult to deal with.

Within five or six minutes, only the last two of the seven cars were left without oil.

Yu Dawei had already sent the rest of the team to empty the waste oil from the engines, while he himself finished working on the last two.

Da Ye and Liu Feng were the first to rush into the house, and the two of them carried the engine oil out.

As instructed by the captain, first open the hood, then unscrew the oil cap on the engine, and finally open the nozzle on the oil can cap and quickly pour in the oil.

Because the temperature was too low, the granulated sugar would not dissolve in the engine oil at first. Yu Dawei instructed that the remaining engine oil in the oil drum should be shaken before being poured in, so as not to waste a single grain of sugar.

The three men with yellow hair, cigarettes dangling from their lips, would occasionally grumble and curse at one of the members of the guard team, displaying their impatience.

The rest of the squad could only silently endure the humiliation, but they all shared the same thought: if these three kids continued to hang out with Third Brother, they would beat them to a pulp if they ran into them!

After Yu Dawei finished working on the last dump truck, all that was left was to pour waste oil into the engine step by step.

Just as he entered the house and caught his breath, he turned around and saw Yan Dali coming out of the restaurant, looking in his direction, and hurrying towards the entrance of the parts store.

Not only Yu Dawei saw it, but the people in the guard team and the three yellow-haired men all saw it, and their hearts skipped a beat!
The team on the defensive had just poured in the engine oil; if they jumped out of the car now, the enemy would definitely notice something was amiss.

Without a second thought, Yu Dawei made a snap decision, grabbed a new oil can of the same brand, and strode toward the dump truck in Yan Dali's direction.

At this moment, the three men with yellow hair had their hearts pounding and were sweating profusely.

Of the three, it was the blond guy who gritted his teeth and ran towards Brother Dali despite the pressure: "Brother, why did you come here! Is it really necessary for you to come and see this trivial matter in person?"

Yan Dali's expression was completely different from when he left. His face was ashen, and his tiger-like eyes were fixed on the blond-haired man: "I saw you close the door as soon as you went into the store. Why did you close the door?"

Huang Mao was stumped by the question, and his two brothers beside him were also intimidated by Yan Dali's imposing manner, so they lowered their heads and dared not utter a word.

Not far away, Ono, Yuko, and the others from the guard team became alert. Those with wrenches next to them kept their eyes on the adjustable wrenches, ready to act at any moment.

At that moment, Yan Dali felt that something was definitely going on. Just as he was about to confront the two people next to Huang Mao, he suddenly heard the shop owner's voice.

"Hey? What's going on?" Yu Dawei walked over, staring blankly at Huang Mao and Yan Dali. Then he quietly leaned closer to Huang Mao and whispered in a voice that Yan Dali could hear, "Are you not satisfied with the amount we agreed on earlier?" Seeing that Huang Mao's back was soaked with sweat, Yu Dawei didn't dare to say anything more. He quickly turned to Yan Dali and whispered, "Dude, eighty yuan a can of engine oil isn't cheap. If we write it up any higher, your boss will definitely come to check the accounts!"

"You little buddy, you're too greedy! You locked the door and insisted I write it up! I've never written it this big before!" Yu Dawei's face was full of impatience, and his eyes also showed a hint of fear. "Let me tell you, the bosses aren't stupid. You'd better be careful."

Yan Dali suddenly realized that it was about money, which cleared up his doubts.

However, he still frowned, first glancing at the apprentices who had their backs to him, and then at Yu Dawei.

"Open the oil cap and let me see it," Yan Dali said coldly to Yu Dawei.

Yu Dawei paused for a moment, then lowered his head and remained silent. He began to pull the oil nozzle from the oil tank and pried open the small cap on the nozzle.

The 18-liter oil can has an oil nozzle on the cap. When you pull it out, it will be a cylinder that is narrower at the top and wider at the bottom. You can see the oil inside through the oil nozzle. The main purpose of this oil nozzle is to make it easier to pour the oil and prevent the oil from leaking out during the pouring process.

"Open all the oil filler caps." Yan Dali clearly didn't want to bend down and look through the oil nozzles; he felt it was too much trouble and preferred to bother someone else.

Yu Dawei was helpless. There was a sealed plastic strip around the oil cap, which was not easy to remove. In addition, there was a very difficult-to-remove clip between the cap and the barrel.

However, since they had spoken, Yu Dawei had no choice but to comply, no matter how unwilling he was.

It's fortunate that he was the one doing it; if it had been anyone else from the guard team, they would definitely have been exposed because they didn't know how to open the lid.

Yu Dawei reached out and picked up the crowbar from the ground. He used the flat end to cut the plastic strip first, and then pulled hard with his right hand to tear the plastic strip off.

Using the tip of the pry bar, I pushed it directly into the oil container, then picked up a long screwdriver from the side and inserted it into the oil container as well, prying it open from both sides.

With a "bang," the cap was pried open, and golden engine oil spilled onto Yu Dawei's foot.

Yu Dawei immediately looked at Yan Dali with a long face and asked, "Master, do you think this is okay?"

Yan Dali glanced at the engine oil in the oil drum. Having driven and changed engine oil for many years, he could tell that the oil in this drum was of very high quality.

At this moment, he finally felt completely at ease.

"Is there anything else you need? Apart from the matter of changing the amount, anything else is fine with me." Yu Dawei looked embarrassed, but still managed to force a smile.

Yan Dali took in the other person's expression, and his doubts vanished. He wasn't stupid; he could tell that the repair shop owner was genuinely angry.

But so what? He's the one who paid for it, so he's the boss. No matter how unhappy he is, he has to put up with it!

And this reaction from the other party is precisely the true reaction of someone who has been bullied.

This was also the key to dispelling his doubts.

Having served as Jack Ma's underling for so many years, he has learned some skills, especially during this special period when he needs to be extra cautious.

"The amount won't be changed, don't worry. If anything goes wrong, I'll take full responsibility. You'll never be held accountable," Yan Dali said. He then added, "But the engine oil must be good quality, and the filter must be good quality too!"

"Don't worry about that!" Yu Dawei squatted down and patted the oil can: "It's imported from abroad. This oil has an excellent reputation among foreigners!"

"That's fine then." Yan Dali looked at Huang Mao, realizing he had misunderstood Huang Mao and even frightened the kid, so he comforted him, "Huang Mao, you can keep watching. You've worked hard. I'll get you three a couple more dishes when I get back to the restaurant. How could I let you eat leftovers when you're working for me?"

"Thank you, Brother Dali!" Yellow Hair smiled brightly, all his previous emotions vanishing with those words. His two henchmen beside him also expressed their gratitude.

"Okay, do a good job! It won't be long before I get Brother Ma to get you guys a dump truck to drive too." Yan Dali was very satisfied with Huang Mao and the others' attitude, and couldn't help but promise them a big reward before leaving.

They only relaxed after the other party entered the restaurant.

The two henchmen behind Huang Mao had their backs soaked with sweat and were shivering.

Those who stayed behind in the squad already had sweat beading on their palms.

If we had been discovered just now, there would have been a fierce battle, and all our plans would have been ruined. It was extremely dangerous.

Yu Dawei picked up the oil drum lid, pressed it back on, and took the opportunity to lean on the oil drum to catch his breath.

Almost, just a tiny bit off.

(End of this chapter)