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

Chapter 234 The Repair Value of a Daihatsu Minivan

“Brother Pao, you’re asking too much of me. For 1,800 yuan, wouldn’t it be better to buy a beat-up van that can catch fire?” Yu Dawei reached out and adjusted the kettle on the stove. “Even if I buy this van, I can’t just drive it away. The engine is broken and I’ll have to replace it, the gearbox is broken, and the little battery in the van is even more useless.”

Yu Dawei raised his head, his smiling gaze meeting Zheng Sanpao's once again: "Think about it, whether it's manpower or resources, I might as well just add a little more money to your price and buy a used van that can run and park."

Yu Dawei's words were sincere and didn't need much embellishment; after all, this was the reality of repairing the Daihatsu van in the yard.

He did a rough calculation in his mind: the engine, transmission, battery, tires... all of these things together would cost at least three or four thousand yuan.

Adding the two thousand or so yuan they asked for, the total comes to five or six thousand yuan.

With that money, he might as well go somewhere else, like the machinery rental market in the neighboring oil city. There's a good chance he'll find a car that's just broken in one of its major parts, and then he can fix it up. Wouldn't that be better?

The only thing that appealed to Yu Dawei about this vehicle was that it had enough space. If the four rear seats were removed, there would be enough room to fit a small welding machine, a small generator, and oxygen and acetylene.

With a few miscellaneous tools added in, it's definitely possible to fit them all in if you squeeze it in a bit. Yu Dawei has to thank his third uncle for that.

The other party had actually listened to what I said last time, and after roughly estimating what could fit inside, they found this van for me.

"Well, I don't repair cars, so I'm not really sure about your costs. Since you put it that way, I'll give you a discount of another hundred or two, what do you think?" Zheng Sanpao still hadn't given up on the idea of ​​selling at a high price. Although his expression was calm, deep down he still hoped that Yu Dawei would agree.

After all, this guy is the owner of such a big repair shop. Putting aside everything else, just look at all those excavators, bulldozers, road rollers and the like parked in the yard. He could make a lot of money repairing just one of them.

He figured that the boss in front of him was definitely not short of money; it all depended on what he said and whether the other party was willing to give it to him.

However, Yu Dawei's next sentence disappointed Zheng Sanpao.

"I'm sorry, if it's under a thousand, I can still discuss it with Brother Pao. But if you're offering such a high price, I don't think we need to talk anymore." Yu Dawei's expression turned cold, showing no respect for the other party. He picked up his teacup with his right hand and took a sip of hot water.

When Yu Dawei was out in the wilderness for rescue, he felt that both Lao Ji and Fu Zi had taken good care of his third uncle and Zheng Sanpao, providing them with tea, which was aged white tea that he himself would not normally be willing to drink.

There were also peanuts and melon seeds in the small winnowing basket next to him. If he were to give Zheng Sanpao a nice look now, the other party might just become like a clingy leech and ask for an exorbitant price.

Yu Dawei wouldn't give his third uncle face on this point, and the signal his third uncle was giving him clearly indicated that he wasn't familiar with the other party.

He guessed that his third uncle and the other party were probably not from the same village, but it just so happened that the other party had a van.

And just as Yu Dawei had thought, Hou Wanshan also learned about this person through Si Tuzi, but the other party had heard of him and was still very polite on the surface.

So at this moment, Hou Wanshan was completely in a spectator's mood. If Yu Dawei really wasn't good at bargaining, he might have helped him out. But now he could feel that the initiative in the conversation was firmly in the hands of his nephew.

That's good. He has nothing to worry about anymore; he can just watch the show.

“I say, Third Brother, your nephew is too stubborn. You’ve been working on construction sites for so many years, tell me, have I ever cheated him?” Seeing that Yu Dawei wouldn’t buy it, Zheng Sanpao began to pour out his heart to Hou Wanshan, “This is half a construction vehicle, and even if we sell it as scrap metal, we can easily find a junkyard in any town and sell it for more than a thousand yuan.”

"Boss Xiao, if you're really not serious about buying it, then forget it. I'll just take the car away and sell it to a scrap yard." Zheng Sanpao's principle was to never lower the price. Since the other party valued his car so little, he would just sell it as junk.

The other party is a car mechanic; even if I can't tell the value of the van, he should be able to.

It's like selling clothes. You name a price, but the buyer thinks it's too expensive and wants to leave.

Fine! Go ahead and leave! I'm not only not selling these clothes anymore, I'm going to leave them to gather dust. My main message is "I don't care."

He simply couldn't believe that such a young man could have such a strong mental fortitude!
However, to his disappointment once again, Yu Dawei not only did not dissuade him, but also offered suggestions: "Selling scrap metal is also an option. I heard recently that the price of scrap metal has gone up."

"Alright!" Yu Dawei slapped his thigh. "I have a friend in town who runs a scrap metal recycling station, the biggest one in town. We've got nothing else to do, and since you mentioned it, let's take the truck over and get an estimate."

After Yu Dawei finished speaking, he got up to leave, and his third uncle also stood up silently. Although he didn't know what Yu Dawei's plan was, he believed that Yu Dawei was definitely not speaking without reason.

At least in his opinion, even if he first sold the van at the scrap metal price at the recycling station, and then bought it back from the recycling station, it would still be cheaper than the price offered by Zheng Sanpao.

"This...no, isn't that inappropriate?" At this moment, Zheng Sanpao was filled with regret. How could he have been so quick to speak! He had just walked right into the other party's line of fire. "Ahem, if you ask me, it's not too late for us to discuss this further. Boss Xiao, with your big business, do you really care about a measly one or two thousand yuan?"

"Hey, hey, hey! Don't say that." Yu Dawei hurriedly waved his hand. "One or two thousand yuan is no small amount. These days, if you can earn a thousand yuan a year working in the city, that's considered good. I'm not as rich as Boss Zheng, so I definitely can't afford to buy a car. Let's do you a favor and get the car to the scrap yard."

“That’s what they said when they came here,” Yu Dawei said, glancing at his third uncle beside him.

Third Uncle nodded reasonably, earnestly responding to Zheng Sanpao's resistant gaze: "That's right, Sanpao did say that just now."

Good grief, you two, uncle and nephew, have become so brazen in your robberies that you don't even try to hide it anymore? Do you think I don't know what you're up to?
He just sold my car to your friend's scrap yard and then bought it back directly. Does he really think he's some kind of genius?

I'm done! I'm going to find a scrap yard and sell myself. I'm not going to go with you two, uncle and nephew.

"Alright, alright, even if the deal falls through, we can still be friends. Let's consider this a chance to make friends." Zheng Sanpao kept his expression under control, showing no dissatisfaction with the two people in front of him. Instead, he smiled and looked at Yu Dawei. "As for going to your friend's scrap metal recycling station, I think that's unnecessary. I happen to know some friends who collect scrap metal in Luhe Town."

Upon hearing this, Yu Dawei did not show any other emotion, and extended his right hand: "Alright, then I won't keep you any longer. I have some other things to take care of with my third uncle."

"Okay, goodbye then." Zheng Sanpao's last "goodbye" was ultimately not a calm one, and the moment he shook hands with the other person, his grip tightened unconsciously.

Yu Dawei, however, seemed completely unfazed, merely glancing back at the other person with a faint smile.

This made Zheng Sanpao somewhat embarrassed. He withdrew his slightly overweight hand, nodded to Hou Wanshan, and then turned and left.

As for how the other party found a car to tow his beat-up van, that's not Yu Dawei's business.

Outside, Lao Ji and Yao Jinfu were maintaining a Volvo excavator, which was specially delivered by a boss from the oil city in a tow truck.

The boss knew Lao Ji and knew that Lao Ji was a master mechanic. As soon as he heard that Lao Ji was repairing vehicles in Luhe Town, he gave up the repair shop where he used to maintain excavators in the winter and came over directly.

Of course, this wouldn't have been possible without Lao Ji's persuasion. After all, the number of cars he repaired each year was tied to his year-end bonus.

Just as the two were discussing when to change the gear oil, they saw the square-faced man who had come into the house with their third uncle earlier come out. His expression was extremely gloomy, as if someone owed him money.

Axe and Old Ji exchanged a glance and both chose to ignore it.

Even if the two of them were completely clueless about social etiquette, they could tell at this moment that this person had definitely fallen out with their boss. As for what happened, it didn't matter.

In short, they just had to get on with their work. The sky was getting shorter and shorter; now, it was already getting dark around four in the afternoon at the shortest time, so the two of them dared not delay.

There are cars to repair every day, and when they accumulate, it's really exhausting.

Inside the house, Yu Dawei and his third uncle stood side by side by the back window. Through the plastic sheet outside, they could vaguely see Zheng Sanpao's departing figure.

"You really don't plan to take this car?" Uncle San turned his head curiously. Sometimes he felt that Yu Dawei's brain was like a treasure chest, with an inexhaustible supply of electronic knowledge.

This is something neither his second brother nor he possessed; as the old saying goes, this is called "cleverness".

"No way, even though the major parts of this car are all ruined, the sheet metal is still okay. It also has joint venture components, so the overall quality of the car is not a problem." Yu Dawei's gaze was fixed on the old van in the yard. "My friend at the scrap yard just bought a six-cylinder engine a few days ago. I've seen that engine, and it can be used after a little repair."

(End of this chapter)