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

Chapter 140 Buying Tools

Now, with the 50,000 yuan given by his third uncle, he has a total of 100,000 yuan, which gives him some confidence to carry out repairs.

“Anyway, winter is coming soon, and you don’t have much work to do, so why don’t you take it apart and take a look first?” Boss Liang offered a constructive suggestion. “After you’ve taken it all apart, you can calculate the repair costs. If it’s really not suitable, you can sell it.”

Duan Dahai nodded in approval: "I think it's a good idea; this method is reliable."

"Okay! Let's settle on this for now." Yu Dawei touched the road roller in front of him. He could foresee that if it really started to be repaired, this guy would definitely be the kind of "spendthrift kid".

After the group finished their discussion, Duan Dahai turned the tricycle around and prepared to continue transporting scrap.

Boss Liang also turned his pickup truck around to help Duan Dahai load goods. Now that the autumn harvest in the village is over, it's the off-season for spare parts, and he had started helping Duan Dahai move two days ago.

Yu Dawei also joined in. He was burly and strong, and with his background in car repair, his strength was not to be underestimated. He could carry things by himself as much as Duan Dahai and the other two combined.

Duan Dahai's new waste recycling station is located at the southernmost end of Luhe Town, not far from the town's flour mill. In front of the courtyard are two old willow trees, each more than two meters in diameter. The once dense branches are now all gone, with fresh cuts on them. It seems that Duan Dahai and his companion sawed them all off because they thought they were in the way.

The courtyard gate faces south, and to the left is the old highway extending from the center of the town, with dirt roads leading to various villages.

The foundation of the courtyard is very high. Looking down from the gate, a dirt road slopes down and slowly extends into the distance. Walking inside, the space is very large, almost half a day's worth, enough to fit the two previous courtyards.

Three brick houses stand to the north in the distance, next to which are many wooden fences that have not yet been dismantled, and various kinds of excrement can still be seen. The yard is filled with a lot of waste, but it is not divided into sections and is just placed randomly.

"How is it? Big or not?" Duan Dahai raised his face, put his arm around Dawei's neck, and showed off the empire he had worked so hard to build to his brothers.

"In my wife's words, she's amazing." Yu Dawei gave her a thumbs up in admiration.

"Hehe." Duan Dahai smiled proudly, probably only the two people around him wouldn't look down on his job of collecting garbage.

Yu Dawei became curious again: "What was this place used to be? Why does it smell like animal food?"

"You guessed right, this used to be a livestock farm, raising cattle and horses, and it lost money." Boss Liang said with a hint of sarcasm, "I don't know why raising livestock could lead to losses."

"You think it's simple?" Duan Dahai rolled his eyes and retorted, "Animal is the hardest to take care of. If it gets sick, it spreads from one village to another. Have you forgotten about the chicken plague that happened in our villages a few years ago?"

Mr. Liang was speechless, shook his head and sighed. Selling spare parts was indeed more appealing; no hard work required, just reselling.

"Let's get started. I'll treat you two to some drinks later. I'm practically a repair shop owner now." Yu Dawei chuckled, carrying a pile of clothes as he walked into the yard.

Strangely enough, it seems I've gotten myself into a fight with the repair shop owner. I just stepped down from my previous position, and now I'm going to be in a permanent post again.

The image of the child riding a bicycle popped into his mind, and he even had a somewhat unrealistic thought: why not bring that child over to bless his future repair shop?

“No, Dawei, you’re thinking too narrowly. Such a big yard, how can it be a repair shop? It should be called a repair factory. From now on, you’ll be Boss Yu of the repair factory.” Boss Liang walked over, patted Yu Dawei on the shoulder, and smiled with his eyes narrowed.

"Hmm? You know what, changing the way I address you suddenly makes me feel like my status as Boss Yu has been elevated a lot." Yu Dawei made an extremely pleased expression, indicating his approval.

"Boss Yu, I hope you'll take good care of me in the future."

"Absolutely! Our repair shop is so big, we'll need a lot of parts in the future. You, Mr. Liang, will be our strategic partner from now on!"

"Oh! I'm so grateful, so thankful!"

"You two clowns, stop fooling around and hurry up and unload the stuff. There's still a lot of work waiting for you." Duan Dahai shook his head speechlessly, but he couldn't suppress the upward curve of his lips.

After finishing their work early in the afternoon, the three of them went to a small bar for a drink and chatted about recent events. Before it got dark, Yu Dawei prepared to go home.

Boss Liang specially drove his pickup truck, and with Duan Dahai and his escort, Yu Dawei was safely delivered to Yujiatun. Afterwards, the two of them left without being third wheels.

While Duan Dahai was shopping in town during the day, Yu Dawei deposited the money from his purse into his savings account and left some for Xiao Muyu and his wife to buy some things.

Arriving home, Yu Dawei opened the gate, and the sound of Gou Shengzi barking came from inside. Upon recognizing its owner, Gou Shengzi reluctantly gave Yu Dawei a kiss and then turned and left. The other dogs, however, excitedly circled around Yu Dawei's feet.

"You're back." Han Jingfan came out carrying the child. The landlord spoke gently as she stood outside the door, her eyes filled with longing.

Her hair was tied in a ponytail, and her smooth, side-swept bangs danced in the wind. The child in her arms saw his father, his little face flushed in the sunset, and he opened his tiny arms, babbling softly.

The long shadows of the family of three slowly merged, and the autumn wind swept across the fallen leaves on the ground, making them swirl in the air and drift away into the distance.

Silent all night.

The next day, Yu Dawei went to the old man's place for a chat. Life in the village hadn't changed much; everyone worked from sunrise to sunset. After the autumn harvest, everyone was worried about selling their grain.

In recent years, grain prices have been low, and a family's hard work in farming all year round can barely make ends meet.

Grain prices fluctuate slightly every now and then. The old man is relatively lucky; at least he managed to sell his grain at a high price so far. Who knows if grain prices will rise again in a while? Old Man Yu took out a yellowed old diary from the bookcase. It contained detailed records of accounts over the years, who raised money, how much, and the profit margin. The handwriting was neat and sharp.

It's hard to believe that when the old man was young, his handwriting was just as crooked and messy as Yu Dawei's. The old man said that he was ridiculed for his bad handwriting when he was young, and since then he has practiced diligently.

Without paper and pen, we would use twigs to scratch on the soil when we had nothing to do.

To be honest, the old man's handwriting is not a proper style; it has nothing to do with regular script or running script. It's just that the horizontal and vertical strokes are straight, making it look neat and clean.

"Why are you taking out your little accounting notebook?" Yu Dawei sat cross-legged on the kang (a heated brick bed), holding a teacup in both hands and sipping his tea.

"Now that the grain is sold, we need to settle the accounts." The old man frowned, staring intently at the words in his diary so he could read them more clearly.

"Alright, keep that little bit of money to buy something for your younger siblings." Yu Dawei waved his hand. Han Jingfan was also sitting on the kang (a heated brick bed), and he didn't try to hide anything.

"No, even father and son should keep clear accounts." The old man took out his pen and did some calculations, counting out some money from a thin stack of bills. "Eighteen mu of land, a total of 934 yuan. Count it and see if it's correct."

Yu Dawei rolled his eyes and handed the money to his wife: "Stubborn as a mule."

The old man wasn't angry; he believed in fairness in everything, and what belonged to someone should belong to them.

After chatting for a while, Yu Dawei finally told the old man about his idea of ​​opening a repair shop in town.

He was afraid that mentioning a repair shop would scare the old man, who would probably think he was bragging. Besides, there was no repair shop where anyone actually did the work.

When the old man heard that the location was Duan Dahai's scrap metal recycling station, his eyes gleamed with wisdom, and he fully agreed with Dawei's choice.

If it weren't for his father's image, he would have applauded Yu Dawei.

When Yu Laonian first visited Duan Dahai's courtyard, he could tell that there were few people and many cars in that area. He thought that other businesses might not work, but if he opened a repair shop there, the business would definitely be very successful.

However, Yu Laonian began to worry about his eldest son. The place was good, but Yu Dawei couldn't be left as a lone commander.

Just as the old man was about to volunteer to play, Yu Dawei sternly stopped him.

"No! Don't you know your own health condition? Your back is already bad, and you're fifty-one already. You can come to my place when you have time, but you can't fix cars." Yu Dawei looked at his mother next to him and said with a grin, "If I make you sick from overworking, my mom will beat me."

Zhang Yunqin also cast a worried glance at Yu Laonian: "Our son is right. You also told me that repairing cars is not like other things. When you need to use your strength, you have to use it properly. Don't cause trouble for the child."

"Fine, fine, fine." Old Yu sighed, stood up as if in a huff, put his hands behind his back, and left the house.

Yu Dawei smiled and said nothing more. He knew that his stubborn father was perfectly aware of the situation; back in the day, the old man was a master mechanic.

The weight of the parts was no less than that of the excavator. He was already a skinny guy, and if you told me he didn't work hard to repair cars back then, I wouldn't believe it even if you beat him to death.

After resting at home for a morning, Yu Dawei drove to town again in the afternoon. He hadn't been to the construction site for a long time, and the two Ackerman trucks hadn't been inspected for two weeks.

Yu Dawei specially bought some things to apologize to Supervisor Chang. Later, while inspecting the construction site, he also encountered Xiaobai.

One section has already been completed, and Xiaobai came to inspect it on behalf of General Manager Huang. Later, when work stops around mid-October, General Manager Huang will come over in person.

After greeting the two men, Yu Dawei went to Old Hitachi's place, where Huang Man and Fu Zi were working together.

When they learned that Brother Dawei had rented a yard and planned to open a repair shop, the two of them were very excited and said they would go and take a look after they stopped working.

Yu Dawei naturally agreed. With his own factory, all the cars would be parked there during the winter.

Both Ackerman trucks and one old Hitachi truck are currently working normally, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Before leaving, Xiaobai reminded Yu Dawei to go to the oil city to have Ackerman serviced after work.

Yu Dawei readily agreed, but only after he left did he realize that he still owed Xiaobai 30,000 yuan. He should have prepared an extra gift.

Next, he approached Boss Liang, intending to get some repair tools for his repair shop through Boss Liang.

Now, the repair shop consists of nothing but an empty building and scrap steel outside.

As for tools, there was a self-welded tripod, a chain hoist, and two steel cables in the yard.

He needs tools, but not too many; things like oxy-acetylene and welding machines are fine.

If you get really busy with car maintenance, you won't have much time to repair the car.

(End of this chapter)