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

Chapter 239 Inspecting the Malfunction of the Jiefang Truck

"What's going on here?" Yu Dawei glanced at the front of the Jiefang truck. The rearview mirrors, spotlights, and hood were all intact, with no signs of collision. It shouldn't have been a traffic accident.

"Hello, boss, nice to meet you." The man was wearing a light blue jacket, was not tall, and spoke with a southern accent. "I have some goods in this truck that I need to deliver to Qiqihar City. The truck broke down halfway there, and the engine seems to be burning oil."

"I was originally planning to find a repair shop once we got there, but I was getting weaker and weaker on the way." The short man sighed, finished the last puff of his cigarette, threw it on the ground and stomped on it. "When we finally got here, the engine seemed to be completely totaled. Luckily, we found a repair shop on the way. It's a stroke of luck."

"But we need to get this over there quickly; they're eagerly awaiting your signature," the man added.

Upon hearing this, Yu Dawei first nodded to the man, then shifted his gaze to the extended cargo bed at the back of the Jiefang truck. The cargo bed was completely covered by a dark green tarpaulin, and only a few bits of colored paper from the cardboard boxes inside could be seen through the gaps in the side railings.

"Hey boss, could you fix this car a little faster? I'm willing to pay a little more. I feel bad making my brothers fix it in this freezing weather." When the man saw Yu Dawei looking into the truck bed, he quickly moved to the right, blocking Yu Dawei's view through the gap. A smile curved his nose.

"We can only guarantee that we'll fix it as soon as possible, and we'll also procure the parts for you as quickly as possible. But to say that we can guarantee it will be fixed in one or two days is absolutely impossible, because we don't know yet whether your truck only has a problem with the engine. We'll need to take another look later." After Yu Dawei finished speaking, he looked at the man deeply and asked with a smile, "What's in your truck bed? Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Just some household items. We covered them with a tarpaulin to keep them dry in the rain or snow." The man didn't want to continue the conversation. He turned around, took two red cans of tea from the driver's seat, and handed them to Yu Dawei, his eyes filled with a fawning and friendly smile: "Boss, please help us out. Consider these two boxes of tea a small gift for you and your brothers."

Yu Dawei accepted the tea leaves with both hands, expressing his gratitude, but countless questions were swirling in his mind.

He strongly suspected that there was something unclean in the truck bed.

Or perhaps something taboo.

To put it bluntly, the other party didn't want to repair the car, but now it's absolutely necessary.

Yu Dawei could tell from the colorful edges that there were probably stacks of cardboard boxes inside.

The height of the vehicle exceeded the cab of the truck. If it hadn't been secured with thick ropes, it probably would have fallen to the ground long ago.

"Something's not right. This person clearly doesn't want me to explore what's inside." Yu Dawei thought to himself, and hurriedly handed the tea leaves back to the other person.

Seeing the other person's blank look, Yu Dawei said calmly, "I really dare not accept the goods. As you can see, we still have a lot of vehicles to repair at our factory. I just took back a van today. I really don't have the capacity. I see there are many repair shops in town. Why don't you go and take a look at a few other places?"

Old Ji, standing to the side, was completely bewildered. It's true that we have a few cars, but there's no reason to rush out a business that's already in high demand.

The driver would have to turn around and move the car, wouldn't he?

To Lao Ji's great surprise, the driver not only didn't leave, but instead pleaded with Dawei even more enthusiastically.

"Brother, it's not easy being away from home, can you do me a favor?" The man probably knew that if he took his car to another repair shop, they wouldn't be willing to fix it if they knew what was inside.

The young owner probably guessed what was in the bed when he refused. The thought that the other party might not want to repair his car and that he would have to go through the trouble of finding a mechanic at another repair shop made him inexplicably anxious and irritable.

"Brother, how about this?" The short man reached out and lifted the opening that had been covering the truck a little, revealing boxes of fireworks and firecrackers inside. "I'll park the truck outside. These fireworks and firecrackers in the truck bed will definitely not pose any danger to our factory. It's almost Chinese New Year, and I also want to buy my wife and kids some new clothes."

The short man has been working in Northeast China for quite some time now, and over the years he has come to understand the temperament of most Northeasterners. In short, they are people who respond well to gentle persuasion but not to force.

If you confront him directly and provoke him, he might pull out a kitchen knife from his house and drive straight down the road to your house to fight you to the death.

But if you speak to him gently, even if he's in a bad mood or there's a huge conflict between you two, he'll most likely choose to give in.

This is also a kind of dignified way of dealing with people in Northeast China.

Sure enough, no matter how Yu Dawei's personality changes, he can't escape the fact that he's from Northeast China.

Seeing that the other party was sincere and had mentioned that the fireworks were the real deal, Yu Dawei's refusal was not as resolute as before, but he still had some hesitation.

The other party had already said all that; even a fool could understand that this person had probably done something illegal, hauling a truckload of firecrackers without any operating permits. In this day and age, if they couldn't be found out, then it didn't matter.

But if you get caught, you'll have to argue with the authorities. While there aren't explicit regulations on the setting off of fireworks and firecrackers in various regions, there are certain management measures for their operation. Otherwise, if someone opens a fireworks and firecracker factory or takes on a fireworks transportation job, and an accident happens resulting in someone's death, it would be difficult to determine liability.

Moreover, judging from the other person's expression, Yu Dawei guessed that the short man in front of him might not even be driving his own car.

It's illegal work; if there were no risks involved, it wouldn't be illegal work.

"Alright, let's get the car out of here first, and then we'll disassemble the engine for you outside." Yu Dawei finally relented. "But let's make it clear first, no matter if it's the engine or something else that's broken, the repair cost will be 20 percent higher than our normal price."

"Oh, there's a repair price list inside. You can come in and warm up while you're at it." Seeing that the boss had reached an agreement with the other party, Old Ji quickly led the driver beside him into the house.

The two came out shortly afterward, and judging from the man's upturned lips, he was probably quite satisfied with the negotiated price.

After that, Yu Dawei didn't hesitate any longer. Since the other party was really pressed for time, he wouldn't feel annoyed by what kind of work they were doing. He still had the most basic professional ethics.

Forget fireworks and firecrackers, even if it were missiles being transported, since Yu Dawei has already agreed, he'll help fix the car regardless of whether the yard will explode.

Many repair shops are quite sensitive to vehicles transporting fireworks and firecrackers, mainly because they are afraid that they might accidentally set them on fire.

The repair shop's surface was covered in sludge and other contaminants of exhaust fumes and engine oil, as well as diesel and gasoline used for cleaning parts. Diesel might be manageable, but the gasoline in Yu Dawei's yard, combined with fireworks and firecrackers, could easily ignite and become extremely dangerous.

In this era before cleaning agents, repair shops had very limited methods for cleaning parts. However, even with cleaning agents, Yu Dawei, who was a car mechanic in his previous life, could still use them.

The Jiefang truck was eventually pulled out from behind by a Komatsu loader in the yard.

Loaders are also called forklifts. This Komatsu forklift has been sitting in the yard since it was repaired. It belongs to a car maintenance company owner in a county town, who is also a big, strong man from Northeast China.

With the Chinese New Year approaching, the other party was worried about where to park their car, so they simply left it there after getting it serviced at Fanfan's Repair Shop. Before leaving, they didn't forget to throw Lao Ji two packs of cigarettes and buy a lot of food and drinks for Yu Dawei and Yao Jinfu before departing.

They said if there wasn't enough space in the factory, they could park it at the machinery rental market outside. Yu Dawei didn't mind at all; his yard was big enough to fit another car.

Moreover, these are all high-value members who will be receiving regular maintenance services later on. Yu Dawei knows a thing or two about interpersonal relationships, so he can't let such a lucrative opportunity slip away.

After the Jiefang truck was parked outside, Boss Liang drove his pickup truck into the yard. The two of them had been watching the commotion from a short distance away for a while.

Duan Dahai said at the time that the driver was no good, but Boss Liang didn't quite believe him. However, what happened later made Boss Liang have no choice but to believe it.

It can only be said that both Duan Dahai and Brother Dawei are more capable than me. At Duan's age, it is estimated that he will hardly have a second spring in his life.

As for Yu Dawei, perhaps one day when he has enough capital, he won't be content to be just a car maintenance and repair shop owner in a small town. At that time, he might go to a broader stage.

As Mr. Liang thought about it, he suddenly felt a little sad. When that time really came, he probably wouldn't be able to hold back his tears. After all, although they hadn't known each other for long, their friendship was very deep.

"Damn it! Lao Liang! Can't you watch your step? You can't even drive properly, you almost hit me!" Duan Dahai was talking to Yu Dawei about the Jiefang truck when, of all times, the old man drove right towards them.

If the two hadn't dodged in time, they would have been hit by that collision.

"Sorry, sorry!" Boss Liang imitated a foreigner's tone, speaking in a foreign language with a distinctive ethnic accent, "My brain just malfunctioned for a moment, please don't be offended."

"Damn it, if we hadn't dodged quickly, you'd be dragging us to the hospital." Duan Dahai rolled his eyes. Although it was just said in anger, he was genuinely worried about his and Dawei's safety for a moment.

"Sigh, how could Brother Liang not be so impulsive?" Yu Dawei was used to it. "Help me get the engine off and put it next to my wheel excavator. I need to go check on that old Jiefang first. If it's not just an engine problem, it probably won't be fixed so quickly."

"Old Liang, come over in a bit. I need to see what parts I need, and you can get them for me in the next day or two." Yu Dawei had lost his former laziness and had become decisive and efficient in his work without anyone noticing.

As he spoke, he already had a set of wrenches in his hand and stepped out of the yard.

I'll post another chapter at noon, but my back is hurting terribly, so I need to rest.
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(End of this chapter)