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

Chapter 312 Yu Dawei was forcibly dragged to a nightclub!

For some reason, Yu Dawei has been encountering relationship problems lately.

First, Sun Shunli chose to take revenge on love because of the betrayal.

Afterwards, Mi Yao returned to the county town dejectedly, but this was not a bad thing, as it inadvertently gave Fu Zi an opportunity to go from an old virgin to a man.

And then there's Lao Chang, who, by sheer coincidence, ran into his former lover.

Then I heard my second uncle complaining about how he was being dragged down by his family and marriage, and how he was constantly smoking and sighing in front of me.

He didn't seem to have made up his mind about whether or not to divorce his wife.

Yu Dawei wondered, could it be because spring has arrived? Everyone's hormones are starting to become unusually disordered...

"Sigh, am I the only one struggling to make money?" Yu Dawei felt a headache coming on just thinking about Xu Huang watching him at the construction site.

He really needs to take some time to go back to Luhe and ask his third uncle how to handle this matter.

When he came back, Yu Dawei brought back a roast chicken, a small bag of braised beef, a small bag of pig's head meat, and two cold dishes from a restaurant.

He didn't buy any liquor. Just as he was leaving his second uncle's office, he saw two cases of baijiu (Chinese liquor) sitting quietly in the corner next to the sofa.

When I returned, my second uncle was writing something with a fountain pen under a small green-shaded nightlight. Several small dishes were already laid out on the coffee table in front of the sofa, which I guessed my second uncle had ordered from the canteen. The wine was also placed next to the coffee table.

"Tsk tsk, if my second uncle had known you had a chef in your cafeteria, why would I have bothered going out?" Yu Dawei put the things in his hand on the coffee table, looked down and chuckled as he glanced at the dishes on the table.

“It gets boring eating the same food all the time. It’s good to change things up once in a while.” Second Uncle put down his pen, capped it back in place, and then stood up and walked over to Yu Dawei. “Is the roast chicken from the place I was talking about?”

"Yes, the boss heard that you wanted to buy it, so he specially brought out a freshly roasted one, it's still warm." Yu Dawei took out the bag with the roast chicken, and tore open the brown paper wrapping the chicken, and a peppery aroma instantly filled his nostrils.

"Yes! That's the taste." My second uncle sat down on the black leather sofa without any ceremony, and without caring about his unwashed hands, he pulled out a piece of chicken wing and started eating. "It's delicious! Years ago when I first came to the oil city to work, I couldn't afford it at all, and I could only smell it when I passed by."

"I'll have a piece too." Yu Dawei turned around and moved the chair next to him over. Then he broke off a chicken leg from the roast chicken and put it in his mouth. He also opened a bottle of liquor and filled the empty glasses of the two people.

"Cheers!" Second Uncle raised his glass, clinked it with Yu Dawei's, and drank the liquor in the plastic glass in one gulp.

While chewing on a chicken leg, Yu Dawei glanced at the white wine in his glass, gritted his teeth, and downed it in one gulp!
"Alright! You'll have to work on your drinking capacity from now on, you know? For a businessman, not being able to drink is a big disadvantage, even if you drink little or slowly." Uncle smirked and opened the two bags of pig's head meat and braised beef next to him. "So what do you practice when you're trying to increase your drinking capacity? One is drinking fast, and the other is drinking a lot."

“When I was young, I smoked but didn’t drink. My alcohol tolerance was even lower than yours now. Later, I drank every day, gradually pushing my limits, and slowly I got better.” My second uncle took a bite of braised beef and shook his head, admiring its delicious flavor. It was the taste of the restaurant he usually frequented.

"Second Uncle, I think you have some gray hair." Yu Dawei hadn't noticed before, but now that he was sitting closer, he could see that there were a few gray hairs sticking out on his second uncle's forehead.

"Sigh, it's all because of worries." Seeing that Yu Dawei had filled his cup again, the second uncle didn't stand on ceremony and drank another cup.

"Clatter." The empty blue plastic wine glass was placed on the table. Uncle said with some melancholy, "Ever since I took over this Xueyuan New District project, all sorts of messy things have been happening. There have been several waves of security checks alone. People from all departments and levels are like cats that smell fish, all running over to peck at me."

Yu Dawei frowned, picked up his wine glass and took a small sip: "Didn't they say there was government investment?"

Upon hearing this, the second uncle smiled at Yu Dawei and drew a circle on the coffee table with his hand: "It's your old man's birthday, and I bought a big cake. It's officially for the old man, but of course most of it should be given to him. You, Yu Dawei, are your old man's eldest son. You asked me for a piece of cake, so how could I refuse?"

"The second and third brothers saw that the eldest brother had eaten a piece of cake, and they also came over wanting a piece. Do you think I should give it to them or not? What about the piece that's mine? How much of it would I actually get?"

"Think about it again, Dawei. I have a wife, children, brothers, and sisters at home. How much of this small piece of cake in my hand can I share with my family?"

As Er finished speaking, he reached for a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag: "That's why I sometimes really envy Ma Huijie. He has relatives to rely on, so he can do whatever he wants without any restraint. I can't do that..."

Yu Dawei fell silent. This was indeed a problem with no solution. All he could do was pour his second uncle some wine.

The two then chatted and drank a lot more. Yu Dawei was keeping his second uncle company, so he didn't need to urge him to drink much; his second uncle just kept drinking cup after cup.

Finally, his face flushed red, and his mind was completely clouded. He started hugging Yu Dawei's neck, daydreaming about his unrealistic future. "When Second Uncle gets rich, we'll set up a heating company, a power plant, and build tons of buildings! With a heating company, we can decide how warm it is in winter, instead of freezing our toes while sleeping or waking up in the middle of the night from the cold!"

"Build another power plant, and every household will have electricity 24 hours a day. As long as you have the money, you can run it for as long as you want! There will be no more dark nights and people bumping into walls in the dark!"

"Moreover, I want all the brothers who followed me back then to live in the houses I built. I want those who once looked down on my family to know that those who follow me, Hou Wanqiang, will not only live a life of luxury, but will definitely be well-fed and clothed for the rest of their lives!"

As my second uncle spoke, his eyes reddened slightly, as if he saw himself as a child, returning to that dilapidated old house where the nights were chilly.

"What a pity..." Second Uncle released Yu Dawei, sat down to the side and exhaled a puff of smoke with a melancholy look on his face. "I wonder if such a day will ever come."

Recent developments surrounding this project have caused him to deeply doubt his own judgment about the future.

Several inexperienced business owners say that the real estate industry is a gamble with a high chance of failure. Nowadays, how many people can afford to buy a house? Let alone people from other places or the countryside, even locals rarely can afford one.

Nowadays, there are very few construction companies that actually build houses; most of them build staff housing for schools or factories.

As for commercial housing, let alone in the oil city, even in neighboring Harbin, very few places dare to abandon all other construction projects and build only commercial housing.

Most companies still rely on building residential areas for employees and repairing roads to ensure stable operations.

"Second Uncle, you have to believe what you see. The real estate industry will definitely be very good in the future." Yu Dawei poured wine for his second uncle and picked up his chopsticks to eat a couple of bites of cold dishes. "Currently, many people are not optimistic about the real estate industry. They only think that building roads and infrastructure is profitable because they haven't encountered a suitable opportunity yet."

“Opportunity… Yes, it’s alright if the family housing is built with government funding, but for commercial housing to take off, it really needs an opportunity.” Second Uncle was awakened by Yu Dawei’s words beside him.

It's like he's standing alone on this side of a river, able to clearly see all sorts of colorful gems shimmering on the other side, but he can't figure out how to get across.

Today someone told him that to get from this side of the river to the other side, he needed a "bridge," and the meaning of "bridge" is very broad. It could be a stone bridge, a wooden bridge, or even a simple stone bridge made by laying pebbles in the water.

But nowadays, there is no "bridge" for commercial housing, which is Hou Wanqiang's biggest worry!
"Second Uncle? Drinking?" Yu Dawei thought his second uncle was drunk, so he reached out and touched him, unintentionally interrupting his train of thought.

"Alright! Let's have a toast. You can let out a couple of nice farts now and then." Hou Wanqiang picked up his wine glass and took a sip. He already had a concept of "bridge" in his mind. He just needed to calm down and plan it out slowly later.

But planning is for the future; what should we do about these troubles right now?

First, he used some people he shouldn't have. These people are like termites that affect the growth of vegetables in a garden. This includes his own wife, who is a factor that affects the growth of his career.

Would he really want to uproot it completely? Of course he would. Even if he used pesticides, it would still hurt him, especially when it came to his wife. He wasn't so cold-hearted as to cut ties with her so easily.

"Sigh..." Second Uncle turned all his melancholy into a deep sigh. The alcohol was taking effect in his head, and he subconsciously slapped his thigh hard: "I've made up my mind!"

"What decision have you made?" Yu Dawei was sucking on a chicken neck when his second uncle slapped his thigh, almost startling him.

"Come on, I'll take you to a nightclub!" Uncle seemed to be drunk and tried to pull Yu Dawei out without any regard for others.

"No, Uncle, why do you suddenly want to go to a nightclub? It doesn't have anything to do with the context!" Yu Dawei said, looking completely bewildered as he gnawed on a chicken neck.

"I don't know, I just want to go somewhere noisy to let off some steam, let's go! It'll be more fun while we're still drunk!" Second Uncle grabbed Yu Dawei's arm, picked up the keys to the secondhand SUV next to him, and went out the door.

"No, no, no! Second Uncle, I promised my wife I wouldn't go to those kinds of shady places."

"A grown man like me, there's nowhere I can't go! It's not like I'm doing anything shameful! We're going there to drink, all aboveboard!"

Yu Dawei: "..."

Is it really that upright and honorable?

(End of this chapter)