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

Chapter 372 Some Immature Thoughts

"But, although I scolded him a few times, I didn't take it to heart. In my opinion, it wasn't a bad deal to buy this stuff anyway, since it could be used for work. After that, I didn't worry about anything else, so I was able to let go and do my job." Professor Zhang's chest began to rise and fall as he said this, as if he had something to hold in his breath.

Yu Dawei quickly got up and patted the old man on the back, then picked up the kettle and filled Professor Zhang's glass with water: "You're not young anymore, your children and grandchildren have their own lives, don't worry too much."

"How can I not worry? That brat worked for two years and then became unreliable again. He felt that the whole housing development could make money, but behind my back, he invested all the money he earned in real estate. He said he was going to open a small housing development in the suburbs with a few big brothers. In the end, all the procedures were irregular and he lost everything."

Professor Zhang took a deep breath and pursed his lips: "I only found out last month that his building project was abandoned, and he even mortgaged three of his construction vehicles. Not only that, but he also took out high-interest loans for his half-finished property... Now he has disappeared, and debt collectors occasionally come to our house to ask if he has returned."

“Under the emperor’s nose, these debt collectors are being relatively polite, but this isn’t a long-term solution.” Professor Zhang’s gaze turned to Yu Dawei again. “These days, I’ve been thinking about the few construction vehicles he still has.”

"Wasn't the car mortgaged?" Yu Dawei asked, puzzled.

“The paperwork is still with me, and the paperwork for his previous construction vehicles was all in my name, so he never managed to mortgage them. But the loan sharks knew they couldn’t take the vehicles, so they dismantled the most valuable Caterpillar excavator to pieces in the middle of the night.”

"It's still sitting in a parking lot in the suburbs." Professor Zhang seemed to have a hard time continuing at this point. He took off his glasses, wiped them with the corner of his clothes as he habitually did, and then put them back on. "That's roughly the situation."

“A few days ago, my eldest and second eldest sons came home and discussed it with me. They planned to each contribute some money to pay off the high-interest loan of our youngest son.” Professor Zhang gave a wry smile. “As his father, I am willing to contribute, but we have already spent almost all our money when we bought the car for our youngest son.”

"Professor Zhang, please don't get upset. I understand the general situation. I believe your third son will definitely get better; he just needs a catalyst." When Yu Dawei said this, there was a sense of comfort in his words, as well as a hint of advice to his former self.

"Maybe. Anyway, I don't know where the child has gone now, and he doesn't even dare to go home..." Professor Zhang really does love his little one. As he spoke, he started to feel bad and could only tactfully drink water to control his emotions.

Yu Dawei thought about it for a moment and understood Professor Zhang's request. He simply wanted to repair the car, sell it, and get some money to pay off the high-interest loan for his child.

In fact, based on this point alone, Yu Dawei felt that Professor Zhang was a better father than his own father. After all, when he was in debt to loan sharks in his previous life, his father had ruthlessly said, "Once the family is separated, they are two separate families, each living their own life."

Yu Dawei was very hurt at that time. After all, who wouldn't want someone to lend a hand when they are in their most difficult and helpless moment?

Instead of offering a helping hand, the old man responded with sarcasm and ridicule.

Unlike Professor Zhang, who goes to great lengths to help his son.

Is that really the case? Anyway, Yu Dawei didn't see his grandfather help him at all during his most difficult time in his past life.

“Professor Zhang, if you want to repair and resell the engineering vehicles, I have a different suggestion.” Yu Dawei sorted out his thoughts and began to offer advice to Professor Zhang.

"Please speak," Professor Zhang said, gesturing that he was all ears.

"Actually, it's nothing. Based on my understanding of construction vehicles, the price of used old vehicles is actually very low, but if they are refurbished, the price might be able to go up."

“Let me give you an example. Two excavators that look very similar, from the same brand but different models, but No. 001 is an older model and No. 002 is a newer model, can fetch vastly different prices when sold as used vehicles.” Yu Dawei glanced at Professor Zhang as he finished speaking, sensing that the other man understood the issue.

"You mean to say that old cars can be refurbished into new models of other types, and then sold for a higher price, right?" Professor Zhang looked at Yu Dawei with a slight frown.

“That’s right. If you sell a car to someone who knows about cars, they can easily spot the deception if they pay a little attention. But if it’s a layman, they’ll probably just buy it directly, which will not only increase the price but also make it easier to sell.” Yu Dawei explained the advantages very clearly.

As for the downsides, they are self-evident: character, morality, and even conscience.

Yu Dawei said this to test Professor Zhang's true nature. If Professor Zhang listened to his advice, he would definitely make sure to explain the price of repairing and refurbishing the excavator beforehand.

After all, none of us are gentlemen; we're just normal people. We need to establish rules before we start working together.

Of course, Yu Dawei would not charge according to the market price. After all, Professor Zhang was Yu Feng's benefactor, and Yu Feng herself was aware of this. Therefore, she was very enthusiastic when chatting with Professor Zhang.

“Dawei, although this suggestion sounds good and could indeed earn more,” Professor Zhang said hesitantly, his eyes filled with admonition, “Although I’m not a businessman, I think that reputation should always come first in business.”

"According to you, if we really sell this car like this, not only will we feel guilty, but what if one day someone finds out and comes after us? What's the point of all that?"

When Professor Zhang said this, he looked directly into Yu Dawei's eyes. In fact, he was indirectly advising Yu Dawei that young people have a long road ahead of them, and they should not narrow their path to success.

Professor Zhang wasn't familiar with Yu Dawei, so his words weren't very direct. However, he guessed that with the intelligence of the brother and sister, either of them would understand what he meant.

“Understood.” Yu Dawei gave an affirmative answer first, then stroked his chin with his right hand. “How about this, we’ll fix it first, and after it’s fixed, we’ll refurbish it according to the original model of the construction vehicle. Although it will definitely not sell for as much as the new model, it will definitely be able to sell for a slightly higher price than before it was refurbished.”

"Okay, that's fine!" Professor Zhang clapped his hands together, his face beaming with joy. "And the repair cost?" Professor Zhang asked again.

"We can talk about the fees later, no rush." ​​Yu Dawei put down his teacup, stood up, and smiled. "I've been free these past few days, and I have nothing to do anyway. I'll go check out the car for you tomorrow and see just how badly it's broken."

"Haha, okay! Then thank you very much, Dawei." Professor Zhang's eyes were full of gratitude.

"Professor, don't be so polite with me. You're Dafeng's savior. This little favor is nothing." Yu Dawei waved his hand. "If there's nothing else, I'll be going now. I'll come over tomorrow morning, and then we can go and take a look when we have some free time."

"Okay." Professor Zhang watched Yu Dawei leave.

Although the young man didn't mention a price, he couldn't let the kid down.

Professor Zhang sat back down in his chair, his mind drifting back to Yu Dawei's younger sister, Yu Feng. She was a first-rate child in appearance, personality, and character. Although she lacked formal education, such a woman would have been a remarkable figure in ancient times.

"It's a pity about my good-for-nothing son. Otherwise, he might have been able to find a good girl to marry. With his attitude of not even graduating from high school and being good for nothing, he would be more than a match for Da Feng." The more Professor Zhang thought about it, the more he felt that his son was a disappointment.

With such a disappointing son, how could Yu Da and his family possibly want him?

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Yu Dawei returned to the ward, watching the two children do their homework—or rather, one child doing their homework—while peeling an apple for Dafeng.

He had previously bought Dafeng a pair of red leather shoes, but they are still hidden under the trunk. It's not that he doesn't want to take them out, but he's afraid that Dafeng's condition is unstable.

He would wait a while longer, until his sister was discharged from the hospital, before giving her those pretty little red shoes.

I should buy another red floral dress.

The two pieces of clothing that Dafeng brought are both old-fashioned plaid shirts and trousers, which don't look like what a girl would wear. I guess she's used to working in a factory.

"Brother, what are you thinking about?" Da Feng glanced at her older brother, who seemed distracted ever since they returned.

She subconsciously thought of her illness; she had already spent four or five hundred thousand yuan, could there still be unforeseen circumstances?

"It's about Professor Zhang's son," Yu Dawei explained briefly. "So tomorrow, I have to accompany Professor Zhang out to check out his family's car."

"Brother, when did you become so ambitious?! You can even find work after coming all this way?" Er Yan gripped her pen, looking at Yu Dawei with disbelief. In her memory, her older brother was very lazy. Even after he learned how to make money, he would mostly just lie on the kang (a heated brick bed) and sleep when he returned to the old village.

So in Er Yan's heart, her eldest brother is still the same eldest brother he always was. In terms of doing things, he is still the same lazy Yu Dawei.

"Isn't it so difficult for you to study? Why is that pen not moving for so long?" Yu Dawei used the same force he used to discipline his own child in his past life, instantly scolding Er Yan until she lowered her gossipy head.

Yu Dawei rubbed his forehead and said, "Sister, let's not talk about me for now. You have an exam coming up soon, can't you put your mind to it? Today, Jiang Gui has already completed three sets of papers and memorized all the wrong answers. What about you? You haven't done a single word."

"It moved!"

How much movement has it made?

"There are quite a few characters."

Yu Dawei: "..."

"Brother, Er Yan has always been like this, so don't talk about her anymore. If we don't talk about her, she'll just study quietly." Da Feng acted as a peacemaker on the hospital bed.

“The problem is, we’re not the only ones in this house,” Yu Dawei glanced at the pouting Er Yan and sighed, “I’m speechless.”

Yu Dawei withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Dafeng: "I may not be able to take care of you these next few days. If you need anything, ask Eryan to go to Professor Zhang. He has already promised me that he will try his best to take care of you during the day."

"Yes, don't worry, brother, I know what I'm doing."

"That's good. I still trust you." Yu Dawei cast a stern glance at her, like a ruler, "Unlike some girl who doesn't like to study."

(End of this chapter)