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

Chapter 185 Meeting the Equipment Distributor Known as "Brother Jun'er"

They set off at seven o'clock in the morning and drove until 10:30 at night before arriving in Dingcheng. It would be more than an hour's drive from Yushui County.

Since it was too late, the three decided to rest in Dingcheng for a while and then head to Yushui County the next day.

Dingcheng is not far from Kyoto. Located on the eastern foothills of the Taihang Mountains in China, it is a truly ancient city. Legend has it that Emperor Yao of China was born in Dingcheng.

Yu Dawei had been to Dingcheng in his previous life. To be precise, it wasn't Dingcheng, but a county within Dingcheng. His eldest son had once ventured into that county, partnering with a friend to open a small water plant, but they lost money.

It can be said that Xiao Muyu learned some of his father's courage and hard work from back then, but of course he also learned some of his father's bad habits of thinking only of the immediate situation. Anyway, after that, the child completely understood that his father's behavior and logic were wrong.

In my past life, I was a true negative example in my eldest son's eyes.

The three of them quickly checked into a hotel that was still open. Perhaps because neither Boss Liang nor Brother Duan had ever traveled far from home, they were so excited that they couldn't fall asleep in bed.

Occasionally, we would chat about what we had heard about Dingcheng in our hometown, as well as the rumors circulating in the surrounding areas.

For example, Baigou Town under Dingcheng County. Before coming here, Boss Liang had heard that Baigou Town was comparable to Yushui County. Yushui County was engaged in the repair of construction machinery, while Baigou Town was engaged in the wholesale of firearms.

"Old Duan, how about we go check that place out on our way back? We've come all this way, we should at least take a few back with us." Boss Liang was always the most quick-thinking one, never considering whether the place was dangerous or not.

"I don't recommend going," Yu Dawei, lying on the upper bunk, hurriedly spoke up to stop him. "Now that the ban on firearms has been implemented, even if you have them, you wouldn't dare to show them openly. If you buy them, you'll definitely have to hand them all over in a few years. Why bother? They're not cheap anyway."

"Support Dawei," Old Duan echoed from the other bed below.

"Alright." Boss Liang was a little reluctant, but his eyes lit up again in an instant. "I've also heard that Dingcheng has fish head stew with flatbread. Shall we go try it tomorrow, and then leave after we've eaten?"

“That’s a good idea.” Yu Dawei pulled the blanket up a bit, curled up in the blanket and turned over. “In Dingcheng, not only is fish head stew with flatbread delicious, but beef stew with flatbread is also good. Of course, I think the best thing is the local donkey meat sandwich.”

"A bowl of egg drop soup, two donkey meat sandwiches, four or five cloves of garlic, go ahead and eat, one bite and you won't make a sound." Yu Dawei had just finished speaking when his stomach started growling.

"Eat! You have to eat!" Boss Liang, wearing red long underwear, got out of bed, opened Lao Duan's box on the floor, took out a few pieces of beef jerky, took a bite, and handed a few more to Yu Dawei and Lao Duan: "If we don't eat our fill tomorrow, then we've come all this way for nothing!"

"Hey, Dawei, you seem to know a lot about Dingcheng." Boss Liang crawled into bed and took another bite of beef jerky.

"It's alright, I just heard it from friends in the south," Yu Dawei casually made up an excuse.

He had actually eaten both fish head stew with flatbread and donkey meat sandwich, always at the original restaurants.

That was the third year after he lost money running his company in Hohhot, when his eldest son came here to try his luck.

As a father, he was a little worried about his child, so he came over to check on him.

When he arrived, Yu Muyu treated him to a lot of delicious food and even took him to climb Langya Mountain, acting as if he had made a fortune the whole time.

But this silly child forgot where he lived and how frugal he was in every aspect of his life. How could his father not see that he was putting on a brave face?

In the dilapidated courtyard, seven or eight families lived, and Yu Muyu lived in the smallest room. The door faced the doghouse and the public toilet, and the pungent smell rushed into the room through the window in the summer.

The alley to the left of the courtyard gate leads to the vegetable market. He heard from the landlady that the child always bought broken eggs or egg yolks, and the vegetable leaves were always small plastic bags of ripe leaves that the vendors couldn't sell.

At that time, Yu Dawei had one of the few times in his life when he felt most regretful. He regretted messing around and giving his eldest son such a difficult life.

He even regretted being born in Muyu, not because the child was immature or unfilial, but because he was too sensible and filial, making him ashamed to have such a good child.

Excuse me, what merit does he possess?
As she stood at the train station looking at him before leaving, his squinting, radiant smile was just like the one Mu Yu remembered from her childhood, when she left the village and he stood at the gate waving and smiling at her.

As he lay in bed, Yu Dawei's eyes reddened. Dingcheng, a city that wasn't exactly pleasant for him, yet left a deep impression on him.

If one day his eldest son comes to Dingcheng to make his way in the world again, he will surely give him immense wealth, so that he will not have to buy broken eggs to save two or three yuan, and he will have money to live in a clean and spacious place.

"Dawei, Dawei? Are you asleep?" Boss Liang's voice came from the lower bunk.

"No." Yu Dawei took a deep breath. "I was thinking about something else just now. What's wrong? You don't have any new ideas about Dingcheng, do you?"

"No, I just wanted to ask if you know anything fun to do in Dingcheng, especially since my body is aching. It would be even better if a beautiful woman could give me a massage." As Boss Liang said this, a lewd laugh drifted out from under the covers. Yu Dawei raised an eyebrow: "You mean the big sword?"

"Yes, yes, brother Dawei, you understand me!" Boss Liang's eyes lit up immediately, unable to hide his excitement.

"Old Liang, I'm not trying to be mean, but you were so weak during the day, and you still have ideas now?" Duan Dahai, who was on the bed next to him, started to make sarcastic remarks.

"Bullshit! You're the one who's sleepy! I'm just sleepy, really sleepy!" Boss Liang was so angry that he was about to throw off the blanket on the spot.

"Brother Liang, if you ask me, you should really settle down. Think about the scene of you holding the door open when you left, and then think about your wife who's been waiting for you to come home and deliver your 'labor' (a euphemism for cheating). "Given your wife's personality, have you thought about the consequences of shortchanging her?" Yu Dawei chuckled mischievously from the top bunk. "

Upon hearing this, Boss Liang felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water. His legs instinctively tightened, and he shrank his head further into the cup: "Forget it, forget it, let's sleep, let's sleep..."

"Hahaha." ×2
Laughter came from two other people inside the room.

The next day, the group ate authentic donkey meat sandwiches in Dingcheng. They didn't eat at a fancy restaurant, but at a roadside stall. The price of the donkey meat sandwiches was reasonable, at two yuan each. After all, it's donkey meat, so it's understandable that it's more expensive than sandwiches with eggs or something similar.

Following the way Yu Dawei taught them to eat donkey head sandwiches, they first took a bite of the donkey meat sandwich, then a small bite of garlic cloves, and finally drank a bowl of the soul-stirring seaweed and egg drop soup. A special aroma filled their taste buds, making them feel intoxicated for a long time.

Dingcheng's donkey meat sandwiches are round, with generous portions of meat. When you take a bite, the oil drips down, and the aroma unconsciously spreads throughout the small stall.

The owner is from a local county and his name is Wang Xiaoli. He has been making donkey meat sandwiches here for three years. He was thinking of saving up some money in the big city and then going back to his hometown to rent a place and open a donkey meat sandwich shop.

Judging from the accents of Yu Dawei and the other two, they were from Northeast China. They were very hospitable and stuffed extra meat into their donkey meat sandwiches. He didn't want to ruin the reputation of Dingcheng donkey meat sandwiches by shortchanging customers.

Yu Dawei chatted with Wang Xiaoli for a while, mostly about his hometown county, and Yu Dawei praised their county.

The owner was very happy. Before leaving, he specially packed three sesame seed buns with egg and meatball fillings to give to the three of them. It wasn't that he was stingy and didn't want to give away donkey meat buns; it was just that the cost of buns was too high and he couldn't afford to give them away.

After that, the three of them drove away from Dingcheng and headed straight for Yushui County.

When Mr. Liang was in Dingcheng, he contacted his friend in Yushui County through a phone booth.

This friend's name is Deng Zhijun. He looks to be in his thirties. Boss Liang said that people in the underworld usually like to call him "Brother Jun'er".

This person is a middleman, the kind of person who finds clients with one hand and resources with the other, then connects buyers and sellers to make a profit in the middle.

Yu Dawei was somewhat wary of this person. It wasn't that Boss Liang thought the person was bad, but he kept thinking about that small wheeled excavator. He might have to observe or even test the other party during this meeting.

The car was moving very slowly. After leaving Dingcheng, the entire road to Yushui County was a dirt road, with all sorts of big trees along it, and occasionally a ditch would appear ahead.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Yu Dawei suddenly remembered that Dingcheng was said to be the main area for fighting against the "little people" back then, and there are still many tunnel ruins to this day. This place is the legendary birthplace of tunnel warfare.

He had only heard this from his eldest son in his previous life, and he had never investigated whether it was true or not. However, his eldest son had taken him to visit the site of the tunnel warfare.

All the way, Boss Liang kept bragging about the guy he knew, Brother Jun, saying that he was very powerful and that Brother Duan could rest assured.

Duan Dahai was extremely worried; if it weren't for Dawei's presence, he wouldn't have dared to come over.

He's seen all sorts of people over the years, including plenty of pretentious and charlatan-like individuals.

Around 9:00 AM, the three finally arrived in Yushui County.

According to Jun'er, the place where you live in Yushui County is easy to find; it's the one with the tallest building and the largest area in the entire county.

The three drove their pickup truck across the bridge to the east and, sure enough, saw a three-story guesthouse that occupied a large area.

Next to it is the county's Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, and a little further south are all single-story buildings.

The county town here is not much different from the county town in Yu Dawei's hometown. There are no five or six-story buildings, and the tallest is only a three-story guesthouse.

"Old Liang, is that the man standing at the guesthouse entrance?" Duan Dahai, sitting in the passenger seat, pointed in a certain direction through the windshield.

(End of this chapter)