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

Chapter 145 Reunion with Benefactor, Zhang Shuangxi
As the three were talking, a white minivan drove up from a distance. It had three diamond-shaped logos on the front and looked much shorter than a normal seven-seater minivan. When it stopped in front of them, a strong smell of gasoline hit them.

"Boss Lin, I haven't seen you lately. What big fortune have you made this time?" A man who looked to be around forty years old got out of the car.

His skin was wheat-colored, not too dark, but not too white either. His face was pockmarked with the marks of time. He wore a dark red short-sleeved shirt under a beige polyester jacket.

Two other people followed behind him. Both were quite old and dressed very cleanly, but each was carrying a small toolbox.

One of them had a wooden toolbox, which was very old, and was slung over his shoulder with wide hemp ropes tied to both sides.

"I'm not like you, Zhang Baiwan. I'm not someone who gets rich, and I don't dream of getting rich." Lin Ling waved his hand, his gaze sweeping over the two people behind Zhang Baiwan, his expression clearly not good.

But what he just said had nothing to do with seeing these two people. People who know him know that Lin Ling speaks very bluntly and always does things his own way.

Zhang Baiwan was naturally aware of the other party's temperament. After all, the other party was from an oil city, and both of his parents were senior executives. If he hadn't been born with a love for tools, he probably wouldn't have jumped into this industry.

Unlike people like him who have worked their way up from the bottom of society, even though he is now called "Zhang the Millionaire," he has always been low-key in his personal life and work.

"You're lucky. Before you called me, I had just picked up two friends to come and help me look at my car. Having more friends might increase my chances of getting it fixed." Zhang Baiwan sighed, took out a box of Changbai Mountain cigarettes from his pocket, and handed one to each of the people around him. "Are these three all master mechanics?"

Duan Dahai took the cigarette, shook his head, and looked at Yu Dawei: "This is the one. We're just here to join in the fun."

Zhang Baiwan glanced at Yu Dawei, nodded and smiled at him, and handed him a cigarette: "Thank you for your hard work."

"No, thank you," Yu Dawei politely declined, returning the gesture with a smile.

Sometimes you'll find that fate is a strange thing; people you were destined to meet will eventually meet again.

Zhang Baiwan, whose original name was Zhang Shuangxi, was from Kang County, one of the five districts and four counties of the oil city. He had a daughter who was more than ten years younger than him. Later, she moved to Liancheng, where they got married and had children.

If Yu Dawei had anyone to be grateful to in his past life, it would definitely be Brother Zhang, a man who was excessively low-key and always kind to everyone.

In their past lives, both of them worked at their second uncle's Wanqiang Group. He was a mechanic in the trucking fleet, while Zhang Ge supplied parts to Wanqiang Group.

My first misfortune in the oil city was because I was renting a house next to National Highway 301. As a result, an oil company took a liking to that location and wanted to open a gas station there.

The landlord collected a lot of money and didn't care about the tenants' opinions, so he kicked Yu Dawei out along with several other tenants next door.

Yu Dawei's first repair shop was thus cut short.

He still remembers it clearly. It was a cold night with snow falling outside. He was holding the four hundred yuan rent he had been given back, and he was also burdened with debt. He stood on the 301 official road in front of his house, feeling more lost than ever before.

At that time, my eldest son transferred to a school in the oil city to study in the third grade. He attended the Dufeng Primary School in the new district. It was because of this primary school that my originally sunny and cheerful eldest son became introverted and self-conscious.

He saw everything clearly, but felt utterly powerless, having no idea how to help his son get through this.

It was around that time that Han Jingfan, who had argued with her wife and was pregnant with her youngest son, took a bus back to her hometown in a fit of anger.

It seems like all the misfortunes in life have come at once.

That night, for the first time ever, he rode his bicycle to a restaurant with his eldest son under the long winter snow. They had a hot pot meal, and for the first time ever, he ordered a small glass of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor). And for the first time ever, he cried in front of his son while eating.

The eldest son reached out his little hand to wipe away his tears. Despite having suffered a lot of grievances at school, he still tried his best to smile brightly and comfort his father.

He still remembers that hot pot meal cost fifty-four yuan and fifty cents.

Fortunately, even a blind sparrow won't starve.

Holding three hundred yuan and unsure how to face life, he met Brother Zhang.

After learning about his situation, Brother Zhang rented a two-story commercial apartment in Wanbao Community to Yu Dawei without hesitation.

They didn't ask for rent, just casually said, "It's empty anyway, so just stay here for now."

This was the first time Yu Dawei had felt a ray of light shining on him in the pitch-black world.

Later, he opened a repair shop and paid Brother Zhang 20,000 yuan a year, based on the rent prices of the surrounding neighbors, but Brother Zhang only accepted 10,000 yuan.

That year was 2004, in the winter.

The second time Zhang helped him was two years later when his mother passed away. At that time, he had moved to a new place, and all the money he earned had been used to pay off debts. He had no money left, and his mother was still in the hospital and urgently needed medical treatment.

It was Brother Zhang again. After hearing the news, he drove to his house and gave him 10,000 yuan, telling him to hurry home and see his mother.

Yu Dawei had never been grateful to anyone in his past life, but Zhang Shuangxi was the only benefactor he would never forget in either lifetime. Now that his eldest son was in junior high school, Brother Zhang gave him, Yu Muyu, the computer he had bought for his daughter years ago, urging him to study hard.

Every winter, I would buy a set of clothes for my eldest son and send them over.

Back then, it might not have been obvious, but with his current experience, how could Yu Dawei not see it? Brother Zhang really likes his eldest son, Yu Muyu, or perhaps he feels sorry for him more.

One incident after another flashed through Yu Dawei's mind like a revolving lantern.

How could he be excited to see his benefactor again? But in the adult world, all emotions are buried deep in the heart and are never easily revealed.

"Dawei, Dawei?" Boss Liang stood next to Yu Dawei and called him quietly several times.

"Huh?" Yu Dawei finally snapped out of his daze and turned to look at Boss Liang. "What's wrong?"

"What are you daydreaming about?" Boss Liang scolded, then whispered again, "I think the two people next to that Zhang Baiwan came prepared. Let them go first. Don't let them try to take credit after you've fixed it, saying that anyone could have fixed it."

Yu Dawei pondered for a moment, and it made sense. He nodded and said he would just have to adapt to the situation.

Zhang Shuangxi handed out cigarettes to everyone before putting the pack back in his pocket and looking at Lin Ling: "Boss Lin, why don't you have your young apprentice take a look first?"

Zhang Shuangxi thought that this Mr. Lin was probably just having fun, and guessed that either the foot massage parlor had closed down, or he was just playing cards in the shop.

"No problem, Xiao Yu, go take a look." Lin Ling said to Yu Dawei nonchalantly.

Just as Boss Liang was about to retort, Yu Dawei put his hand on his shoulder and gently pressed his four fingers on the shoulder twice.

"Okay, Brother Zhang, could you please restart the machine?" Yu Dawei withdrew his hand, picked up the repair kit from the back of Boss Lin's car, and climbed onto the top of the Kobelco excavator.

"Okay." Zhang Shuangxi was taken aback; this kid was quite good at getting close to people.

Without investigating further, he took out the key, got into the cab, and started the excavator.

"Put-put-put-put..." The sound rang out. Zhang Shuangxi didn't dare to grab his upper arm and forearm, afraid that Yu Dawei, who was standing on the roof of the car behind him, might accidentally fall off.

Actually, Zhang Shuangxi was overthinking it. Not to mention that Yu Dawei was a master craftsman who had been working with various construction machinery for many years, the stability of the excavator was also excellent.

Otherwise, what's the point of having several tons of counterweight? Even when raising the boom and forearm, including the bucket, the vehicle's sway is minimal.

Of course, the work itself will be different.

Yu Dawei opened the hood above the car, revealing the engine and cooling system inside.

"Hmm?" Yu Dawei squatted down, his eyes immediately locking onto the radiator and oil cooler.

There are three ways to dissipate heat in excavators: air cooling, oil cooling, and theoretically, water cooling. However, water cooling is mostly used in mini excavators. Air cooling and water cooling will become more and more common in the future, but oil cooling is the standard of this era.

As for the radiator and oil cooler, they have obviously been replaced. They should be a similar domestic radiator. Although they are working, Yu Dawei finds them strange no matter how he looks at them.

"I still need to feel the engine temperature." Yu Dawei squatted down next to the engine, listening to the sounds coming from inside while reaching out to feel the warmth emanating from it.

The two men who had come with Zhang Shuangxi were getting impatient. One of them, a man with a mustache, frowned and looked at Zhang Shuangxi: "Boss Zhang, we're just sitting here anyway. I think we should go up too, so as not to waste everyone's time."

Upon hearing this, Lin Ling, Duan Dahai, and Boss Liang all changed their expressions.

Lin Ling went even further, directly attacking: "Wow, you're pretty good, huh? A pro? You can fix this block of iron in no time?"

The bearded man's face darkened. He thought to himself, "What kind of person is this? He's so arrogant and unreasonable."

However, he glanced at Zhang Shuangxi but didn't get too angry. He just coldly replied to Lin Ling, "He's not exactly a big shot, but he's definitely better than the young man you found."

"What a load of bull." Lin Ling spat on the ground, turned his head, and said, "If you're so great, then go ahead. Nobody's stopping you."

Seeing that his master was about to get agitated, Zhang Shuangxi quickly spoke up to calm him down: "Master Song, Boss Lin is a straightforward person, everyone in our circle knows that, please don't mind him. If you want to go, let's all go and take a look near the car together."

Zhang Shuangxi's suggestion not only resolved the conflict but also indirectly sided with Master Song.

Actually, it's not entirely his fault. These days, too many young repairmen come here, and most of them can't resist the urge to come here to make money.

At first, he was very enthusiastic about starting the car, but later he found that the young mechanics' skills were really average. Later, unless introduced by an acquaintance, he stopped coming.

(End of this chapter)