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

Chapter 183 Latest News Regarding Lao Duan Buying an Excavator

Yu Dawei was cooking, and Duan Dahai was helping him. After Boss Liang brought back the ingredients, he started setting up the kang table, picking up bowls and chopsticks. After you finished, you stood at the door of the outer room, leaning your shoulder against the door frame, cracking sunflower seeds in one hand and chattering about the interesting things that had happened in the town recently.

After preparing a few simple stir-fries and simmering some pickled cabbage in a pot, the group sat around the kang table and started drinking.

The conversation then turned to Yu Dawei's trip to Qingcheng. Duan Dahai generously brought out a bottle of Moutai, but then stingily brought out small wine cups, pouring only a little bit for each person at a time.

As for the Dragon Soul Wine that his younger brother brought, it wasn't even on the table. Duan Dahai secretly placed it under the kang table. There was no rush in the long night; they could drink it slowly.

Under the yellow light, Yu Dawei took a sip, picked up a peanut, and began to recount his trip to Qingcheng. Some things, under the influence of alcohol, began to become even more dramatic.

Yu Dawei was a braggart in his past life, and with just a few words of his skills, he left the two men speechless.

After the story was told, Boss Liang and Lao Duan couldn't help but drink a few more sips to calm their nerves.

Yu Dawei then went outside and took out the double-barreled shotgun from under the car seat. There were still four bullets left in the car, but that was enough for the two older men to have a few more drinks.

After explaining his own situation, he inquired about the availability of parts for Mr. Liang's road roller. The engine parts were available, but several other important parts were missing, such as the transmission box parts and the hydraulic pump parts…

Mr. Liang shrugged helplessly. It wasn't that he wasn't trying his best, but the original parts for this BMW BW160 were just too hard to find, even harder than for Yu Dawei's old Hitachi excavator.

The market demand for excavators is relatively large. Compared to road rollers, Bomag has some brand recognition in China but not much. It is an old brand from many years ago, and there are basically no original parts available in China. Even if you find overseas channels and contact the manufacturers, the models are all discontinued.

Mr. Liang could only rely on overseas channels to slowly search for original parts in some overseas parts stores. He described the matter to Dawei in detail, and at the end, he couldn't help but drink a cup of wine.

After learning the reason, Yu Dawei offered a few words of comfort and shared a drink with the other party.

"I suspect you two are deliberately looking for an excuse to freeload off me." Boss Duan poured drinks for the two of them, and in just a short while, the two of them were drinking one cup after another, leaving him standing there all alone.

"No, not at all. We're getting to the point. Why don't you tell me about what's been going on with you lately? Have you received any great treasures?" Boss Liang picked up his chopsticks and took a bite of the freshly served pickled cabbage. Delicious! The sour and savory flavors on his taste buds were just right! Then he couldn't help but secretly take a sip of wine.

He had noticed that Lao Duan had placed the loose liquor that Yu Dawei had sent under the table. How interesting! He was just thinking of drinking it later so he could drink more himself. But compared to Moutai, the liquor under the table was nothing. It was smooth and pure on the palate. This was the true king of liquors!

"By the way, bro, weren't you planning to buy an excavator? Did you change your mind later?" Yu Dawei suddenly remembered something and looked up at Duan Dahai.

"Sigh." Duan Dahai frowned, sighed again, and finally picked up the two-qian wine cup with two fingers and drank it down in one gulp.

"Haha, I know about this. If you bring it up, I'll sober up immediately." Boss Liang looked at Yu Dawei with shining eyes, as if he had found someone to gossip with. "Old Duan always tells my wife and me to be more assertive. He's just like that! His wife controls the family finances."

"After returning from the oil city, Lao Duan thought it over and over and still felt that Boss Zhang's Kobelco excavator was reliable, so he went home to discuss it with his wife. But who knew that when his wife heard that the excavator cost nearly 200,000 yuan, she immediately became unhappy!" Boss Liang stopped there, because if he continued, it would seem like he was trying to ruin someone else's life.

"In short, Lao Duan's plan to buy an excavator was shelved because his wife wouldn't agree." Seeing the somewhat somber atmosphere, Boss Liang raised his glass and added, "But it's not necessarily a bad thing; at least it will save us a lot of money."

“Actually, whether or not we buy an excavator is secondary.” Duan Dahai pulled the table under the curtains, leaned against the windowsill, and looked at the dim light bulb above his head. “What she said was the thing I couldn’t stand the most.”

"He said I'm just a junk collector. What good is it if I get an excavator to collect junk? It will only make the excavator dirty and smelly along with me." Duan Dahai felt a pang of sorrow and swallowed his discomfort with a swig of baijiu.

Yu Dawei and Boss Liang exchanged a glance, and finally, at Yu Dawei's signal, Boss Liang stepped forward.

He poured Duan Dahai a glass of wine first, then patted him on the shoulder: "Old Duan, you have to drink this glass of wine. You didn't mention this to me when we were drinking before. Besides, it's not a big deal. It's normal for couples to bicker. Look at my wife, when she's in a bad mood, she can summon all eight generations of my ancestors to her name. Really!"

Sitting opposite him, Yu Dawei also picked up his wine cup and comforted Brother Duan, saying, "Old Liang is right, brother. Don't you know what kind of person your wife is? For her to talk to you like that, she must have suffered some injustice in the village again. Don't you think about it? You just moved to a big courtyard house. You bought it in town with your own hard-earned money. Who wouldn't be envious?"

"When those people in the village find out, won't they feel resentful? Won't they want to vent their anger?" Although Yu Dawei had been drinking, his mind was still relatively clear. "I can guarantee that your wife will definitely give in in the end. I can feel that she has real feelings for you." As he spoke, Duan Dahai, who was raising his glass, looked slightly shy. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, then quickly withdrew, and finally he couldn't help but nod with a bitter smile.

"Well, you see, it has to be Brother Dawei. His ability to judge people is amazing!" Boss Liang looked knowing, and finally couldn't help but give Yu Dawei a thumbs up, and also redefined the relationship between Duan Dahai and his wife.

After weighing everything up, out of the three of them, I'm still the worst off! I have the lowest status in the family and am the least liked... Waaah, I feel sorry for myself for a second.

Damn it, one day he'll set up a male domestic violence shelter! Not to mention comparing him to Yu Dawei, even compared to Lao Duan's sister-in-law, look at the kind of life he lives!

Last time, because of the four hundred yuan he had hidden away, those tiger-like women broke two of his ribs with a rolling pin. Although it was an accident, he couldn't imagine what would have happened if he hadn't...

Then, while Boss Liang was trying to comfort Duan Dahai, he started crying and couldn't stop.

One cup of Moutai liquor after another, one sad thing after another, until finally he even blamed Yu Dawei for returning his hidden stash of money, otherwise his ribs wouldn't have broken.

Yu Dawei suddenly realized that he had his own story in the story. You're really something, always trying to take advantage of others!

No one expected that beneath Boss Liang's sorrowful face lay a pair of cunning eyes fixed on the Moutai liquor. After emptying the bottle, he was no longer sad. Satisfied, he leaned against the windowsill with Lao Duan, comfortably burping.

Brother Duan didn't mind. He had bought six bottles of Moutai a while ago, gave one to his father-in-law, drank one today, and had four left. He loved drinking, so he never thought of selling those bottles of Moutai.

"Try the liquor you brought." Duan Dahai brought out a bunch of liquor from under the table and replaced the bottles with large two-ounce glasses for the three of them. Drinking is only truly satisfying when you drink it in big gulps.

Yu Dawei just smiled and didn't say anything. After all, only those who had tasted the liquor knew how strong it was.

As soon as Duan Dahai opened the bottle cap, a pungent aroma of liquor wafted into his mind, causing him to shudder. He couldn't help but take another small sip from the bottle: "Good wine!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't wait to pour Yu Dawei a glass, poured himself a glass, and poured Boss Liang half a glass. The guy was already almost asleep.

Duan Dahai raised his glass and took a deep gulp. The liquor, like a fiery dragon, flowed down his throat, through his esophagus, and into his abdomen. A warm current then spread throughout his body, and a sweet, intoxicating taste filled his mouth.

"Good wine, good wine!" Duan Dahai couldn't think of any exquisite words to describe it, and could only sigh again and again.

Startled by the other party's exclamation of "good wine," Boss Liang took a sip with some skepticism. The result was a burning sensation that contorted his face. But less than a minute later, a refreshing aroma spread through his mouth, and he instantly became unhappy! The quality of this wine was in no way inferior to the Moutai he had just drunk!

Boss Liang then looked at Yu Dawei with hope in his eyes, his purpose self-evident.

"One jin, that's all. The brewing process for this wine is incredibly complicated. I was lucky to have the right raw materials. Without the right materials, it would take one or two years to brew this. So drink it while you can and cherish it." Yu Dawei took a small sip of Dragon Soul Wine, and the truth was just as he said.

Moreover, to express his gratitude to Yu Dajiu, he poured ten jin of his hundred jin of liquor into Yu Dajiu's bottle. After all, it was Yu Dajiu's liquor, and he only asked for the cost price. Twenty jin of liquor was really nothing.

Now, another ten jin were given to Duan Dahai, thirty jin were given to his own father, and he only had forty jin left. That's really not much; every jin he drinks is a jin less.

"Alright." Boss Liang was also helpless and could only try to make up for it with Lao Duan.

"Drink less. You've already downed a bottle of Moutai, isn't that enough?" Old Duan rolled his eyes.

"What's wrong with drinking a little wine? I have some good news to tell you. If you don't give me a drink, I won't say anything." Boss Liang revealed a proud face.

(End of this chapter)