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

Chapter 384 Farewell
First, there's the old man's side. Several families in the village bought farm machinery, but it wasn't new; it was secondhand, and some of it even had problems. They wanted to ask Yu Dawei to help them repair it.

The old man didn't agree to this at the time, but since they were all from the same village, even though the young people from Lijiatun and Yujiatun had fought before, the old man didn't refuse on the spot. It was up to his eldest son to decide when he came back.

Nowadays, agricultural machinery is not high-horsepower, and its repair value is not comparable to that of cars and construction vehicles. The reason why the villagers want Yu Dawei to help them repair their vehicles is simply because he has some reputation for repairing vehicles and they know that he can do it.

Yu Dawei barely hesitated before asking the old man to turn back and politely decline the offer from these people. Repairing agricultural machinery was not difficult; there were plenty of repair shops in the town.

He won't try to take advantage of every opportunity.

In addition, the old man also planned to ask Yu Dawei to help refurbish his Dongfanghong 180 four-wheeled vehicle. Although it was not a high-horsepower vehicle, it was still his own vehicle, and Yu Dawei dared not refuse, otherwise the old man would get angry with him!
However, this also shows that the old man was always one step ahead of others; while others were buying four-wheeled vehicles, he was selling them.

Yu Dawei also agreed with his father selling the car when he came back this time. First of all, the family's current conditions are still acceptable, and they don't need to use the car for work.

Secondly, the old man rarely drives. After having Xiaohong, he rarely uses a four-wheeled vehicle for transportation. Now, Xiaohong stays at his second uncle's project.

Of course, the most crucial point is that four-wheeled vehicles can still fetch a price now, but in the future, with the improvement of mechanical technology, small and medium-sized tractors will become less and less valuable, and even if you want to sell them then, you probably won't get much money.

The farm machinery deal is basically finalized. In a couple of days, Yu Dawei will bring his family's four-wheeled vehicle to the factory so that everyone can refurbish it when they have time, and then sell it in town.

As for how the money would be divided, the old man, being such a fair person, naturally wouldn't let Yu Dawei work for nothing. After deducting the renovation fee for Yu Dawei, he would give him an extra two hundred yuan as a way of helping him contact the seller.

As for the rest, Yu Laonian doesn't care; he just sits and waits to collect the money.

At the dinner table, Yu Dawei kept marveling at how shrewd his father was.

"Oh, right, there's something else." Old Yu put down his wine cup. "Do you remember Jiang Erdan? The one who bought the hand tractor you refurbished last year."

"Brother Erdan, the barber in Shenzhen, remember him? What's up?" Yu Dawei put down his chopsticks, his face full of curiosity.

“This kid wrote to you a few days ago, specifically for you.” Old Yu thought of the letter, put on his shoes, got out of bed, and handed the brown envelope to Yu Dawei from the cabinet.

Yu Dawei opened the letter with a puzzled look and glanced at it.

The conversation began with pleasantries and inquiries, followed by stories about Shenzhen and the coastal areas. Only at the end did they reveal their true purpose, leaving behind a phone number with the area code of Shenzhen.

Yu Dawei put away the letter and shook his head: "That place is way too far away. Asking me to go check out the car is nonsense. I can barely take care of my own business, how can I take care of something that far away?"

Fortunately, Jiang Erdan didn't say in the letter that he absolutely had to go; he just said that if he wasn't busy, he could go to Shenzhen for a visit, and if he wanted to go, he could contact him in advance.

Before putting the letter away, Yu Dawei wrote down the phone number in his phone book, not knowing if he would need it later.

"What else is there, Dad? Why don't you just tell me everything at once?" Yu Dawei glanced at his father.

Since the meal started, all sorts of things have been happening non-stop. First, they asked about borrowing money and how much interest they would need to pay when they repaid it.

Since He Huihui was also there, and she had helped, Yu Dawei didn't hold back.

I borrowed a total of 300,000 yuan, and the surgery cost 500,000 yuan. Most people would think that the surgery cost was unbelievable; it was practically robbery.

Some of the hot-tempered ones even went so far as to curse the hospital's ancestors for eight generations.

But there was really no other way. On the one hand, Da Feng's condition was extremely special and posed a great risk to her life. Ordinary people simply couldn't handle it, so we had to bring foreign experts to China.

Since the value of currencies is not uniform across countries, it is inevitable that the price of surgery will be higher for the US dollar.

This reminded Yu Dawei of something he had encountered in his past life: a young female banker who was almost blind in her teens and eventually had to go abroad and spend eight million US dollars to cure her eyes.

Money is nothing but a pile of waste paper in the face of life. The price of some people's medical treatment, especially for difficult and complicated diseases, has completely exceeded people's imagination.

Of the 300,000 yuan borrowed from Huang Ma, Yu Dawei ultimately chose to return 100,000 yuan. As for the remaining 200,000 yuan, Huang Ma wasn't in a hurry, and neither was he, mainly because he knew what he was doing.

If the Eighth Bureau signs another strategic cooperation agreement with me for another year next year, plus the money I earn from maintaining my car and running my repair shop, it won't be difficult to pay back Huang Ma.

The difficulty lies with Dafeng. On the way back, she always has a worried expression and occasionally asks about factories in her hometown.

The only factory in town was the flour mill. As for Yu Dawei's repair shop, it couldn't compare to a real factory; it was at best a slightly larger repair shop. But Yu Dawei could tell that Dafeng was very anxious about how to repay his money. Judging from the market at that time, she probably wouldn't be able to pay it back in her lifetime.

It's not just her who's worried; the old man must be worried too.

As expected, Yu Dawei guessed correctly.

After everyone had finished dinner, the woman took the child to the west room to chat, intentionally creating space for the father and son to talk. It was then that the old man brought up the money.

Including the money the eldest son contributed himself, the total came to 400,000 yuan.

Yu Laonian is the father of both children. He can't stand by and watch Dawei go to such great lengths to save his sister while he, as the father, remains indifferent.

Logically speaking, the money should be paid by him, the father, but his ability as a father is really limited.

After much thought, Yu Laonian proposed a compromise: "Son, how about letting Dafeng work for you for a while? She can work for you to pay off your debts."

"Work for me? My factory is full of men, why would she work for me? To fix cars?" Yu Dawei's first words were a little louder, then he leaned close to the old man's ear with an expression of utter incomprehension.

He genuinely couldn't understand his father's thought process. Was it appropriate for a girl to lift weights every day? Besides, he didn't want Da Feng to suffer like that, given his own greasy appearance.

"What can we do then?" Old Yu asked in a worried tone, downing the liquor in his cup in one gulp. He lowered his voice. "You know how poor our town is. The flour mill is a good place to work, but I heard the other day that they've laid off workers again!"

"I don't even know how many rounds of layoffs they've done. I heard even that kid from the Tian family in the east corner got laid off." The kid from the Tian family that Old Man Yu was referring to was Tian Huozi, who was mourning his grandfather.

He originally grew up in a village, but after getting married, he moved to the town.

I suppose he mentioned it to the villagers when he recently came back to clean up his old house.

However, the flour mill's decline worried Yu Dawei greatly. He wasn't afraid of anything else, but he was mainly afraid that his good older brother Duan Dahai would really buy up the flour mill.

No, I have to go find Brother Duan when I have time and try to persuade him in different ways. Yu Dawei made up his mind and kept this matter in mind.

“You know, if it were before, Da Feng had a mental problem and couldn’t do any work, right? I could have found her a husband.”

“But now that Fengfeng is better, although she has never been to school, she has a photographic memory and a good learning ability. As her father, I really can’t bear to just find someone in the village to marry her off.” The old man frowned as usual, and then poured himself another cup of wine.

That makes sense, but what could she possibly do at my place? Stand by and cheer on the repairman? Yu Dawei had many ideas in his mind, but they were all somewhat impractical.

"Let me think about it some more. Let Dafeng rest at home for a couple of days first. I'll also go back to the factory and construction site to take care of my own things." Yu Dawei didn't give a definite answer because he really didn't have any good jobs for Dafeng to do.

"Then that's all we can do for now." The old man was a little downcast because he didn't hear his son agree immediately, but he still appreciated Dawei's reply. The fact that he didn't give an irrational answer right away showed that Dawei was making progress.

"By the way, it seems He Huihui is leaving in the next few days," the old man added.

"Okay, I got it." Yu Dawei nodded. In the end, this girl didn't choose to pester him, which was good.

The father and son chatted for a while longer, and when it was almost time to go to bed, they hurriedly cleared the bowls and chopsticks from the kang table.

Life in the village continued as usual. Er Yan and A Gui returned, and Han Jingfan began a new round of review lessons for them. The children in the village also had a holiday these days. Hearing that Teacher Han was teaching, they all came to Yu Laonian's house in groups of three or five.

Han Jingfan speaks very directly, doesn't like to give examples, and doesn't like to belittle students verbally. She encourages them more, which is different from many primary school teachers today.

That's why, even though classes were suspended for a while, the children still came to school on their own initiative when they knew it was time to resume.

Yu Dawei was preparing to go to town in the morning. When He Huihui heard about this, she also packed her things, planning to say goodbye to Huang Man and then buy a ticket to leave.

Everyone, from the Yu family to the children who had been taught English, was reluctant to see He Huihui leave.

He Huihui was also somewhat reluctant to stop teaching, but she couldn't stay here all the time. She really needed to go back and think about her relationship with Huang Man.

"I reckon Huang Man isn't at the project site. If he isn't, I'll take you directly to the site. I also need to quietly check how worn out the excavator is now." Inside the car, Yu Dawei looked ahead. There were quite a few people herding cattle today; they encountered several old cows wandering around in the middle of the road.

(End of this chapter)