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

Chapter 392 Planning, Knocking on the Door in the Dead of Night

"By the way, Brother Erdan, there's something I'd like to ask you." Yu Dawei rested his hands on the table and looked at Jiang Shang, his right chopsticks resting flat on the edge of the two large bowls.

"Dawei, just say what's on your mind. Why are you being so polite with me?" Jiang Shang said with a smile.

In his memory, Dawei had never been the reserved type of person from childhood to adulthood. On the contrary, the Dawei of today is more sensible and mature.

"Then I'll be frank, brother. Actually, I came to Shenzhen for another reason. I'm looking for channels for auto parts and construction vehicle accessories, or distributors under manufacturers."

Yu Dawei then briefly explained the situation of his repair shop to the other party, including the current difficulties he was facing.

It was at this moment that Jiang Shang finally understood Yu Dawei's true purpose in coming to Shenzhen.

But that's fine too. Actually, it seems that Otsuko doesn't need Yu Dawei's help with the car he's keeping. It's also his fault for not making it clear when the other party called to say they were coming.

The main reason was that since I had already invited them, it would be inappropriate to refuse.

"I see." Jiang Shang looked slightly troubled upon hearing Yu Dawei's request: "The channels? I really don't know much about that."

“As you know, I’m a barber, and I usually deal with construction vehicle drivers and construction workers, but I really don’t know anyone like what you’re talking about.” Jiang Shang thought for a moment and then added, “Brother, don’t worry. I can look into it for you later, and I’ll let you know as soon as I have any relevant information.”

"Thank you, Brother Erdan." Yu Dawei was very happy that Brother Erdan had gone to such lengths to help him find a solution. Then he asked, "By the way, are there any auto parts markets or auto parts stores nearby?"

"I don't know much about auto parts stores, but I do know a bit about auto parts markets."

“In Shenzhen, there are about six auto parts markets. Not to mention the far ones, there are some in Futian, about two or three kilometers away from here.”

“Okay.” Yu Dawei nodded, then picked up his chopsticks. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll go to the nearby auto parts market tomorrow.”

The only viable option right now is to start with the nearby auto parts market, or perhaps find out some information about distribution channels from the parts stores.

"Don't worry about it, the car repair isn't urgent. My buddy's car has been sitting in the yard for years," Jiang Shang explained, before finishing all the noodles in his bowl.

After they finished eating, the two sat in the noodle shop and chatted for a while.

As darkness fell, they left the noodle shop and headed straight for their lodgings with Yu Dawei.

The place he arranged for Yu Dawei was actually his barbershop.

His barbershop, Xiao Jiang's, in Futian District, is a place of more than 70 square meters. Behind the work desk is a sleeping cubicle, which is covered by a curtain. Inside, there is also a toilet and a small kitchen.

Although the area is a bit small, it has all the necessary facilities. It has water and electricity so he can cook, and it even has a telephone installed, mainly to make it easier for him to contact his wife.

“This is it. I lived and ate here when I opened my first barbershop.” Jiang Shang led Yu Dawei to stand inside the barbershop, turned to look at him, and said, “Brother, what do you think of this place? If you’re not satisfied, I can take you somewhere else.”

Jiang Shang also has two staff dormitories, but they are crowded and noisy, and you can't cook there, so it's not as good as this place.

He had already thought it through. If Dawei wasn't satisfied, he would just take Dawei home. Although he hadn't told his wife about Dawei coming here, he figured she wouldn't object.

The only problem is that the apartment he bought in Shenzhen is too small. It has two bedrooms and a living room, one for his son and one for him and his wife. If Dawei were to go there, he would probably have to sleep on the sofa. It's much more spacious and comfortable here.

"Brother Erdan, this place is pretty good, but it feels quite humid in the south. I haven't been dry for a moment since I got off the train." Yu Dawei smiled wryly, then looked around the barbershop.

“Brother, there’s really nothing we can do about this. This place is just like this, and the weather has been quite hot lately. You’ll get used to it eventually.” Jiang Shang patted his shoulder.

Just as Yu Dawei was about to say something, a woman suddenly walked in from outside. The woman had an oval face and was wearing a light yellow short-sleeved shirt.

The other party was slightly surprised when he saw Yu Dawei, after all, he had seen this person before and had quite a good impression of him.

"Brother Dawei from our hometown?" The woman tilted her head slightly, her tone somewhat uncertain, before looking at her husband beside her as if seeking confirmation.

"Yes, it's Yu Dawei from my hometown. You met him back home last year." Jiang Shang said with a hint of embarrassment.

He originally planned to tell his wife about it when he got home that evening, but he didn't expect his wife to suddenly come to check up on him.

Normally she stays at home or goes out to see friends, so I don't know why she suddenly came to the store today.

"Honestly, you didn't even tell me that people from your hometown were coming. After all these years, don't you consider me family?" The woman was clearly a little jealous, and although she was over thirty years old, she still acted like a little girl.

"How could that be, my dear wife? It's not that I didn't want to tell you, it's just that I've been very busy lately," Jiang Shang said in a low voice, trying to comfort his wife while patiently explaining.

"Alright, you take good care of the brothers from your hometown. I have to go home and tutor my child, so I won't keep you company any longer." Su Yunlan's anger subsided considerably. She nodded to Yu Dawei and turned to leave. "Wait for me! We've already eaten." Jiang Shang turned back and glanced apologetically at Yu Dawei. "Dawei, you tidy yourself up a bit. Your sister-in-law and I will be leaving now."

"No problem, brother, goodbye sister-in-law." Yu Dawei followed the two and saw the couple off to the door before preparing to go inside.

"Oh my, you're Jiang Shang's younger brother? His own brother?" Just then, the owner of the small supermarket next door came out of the house, holding a teapot in his left hand and a palm-leaf fan in his right.

"No," Yu Dawei shook his head with a smile, "He's just a big brother from a village."

"Oh, I see." Seeing that Yu Dawei was covered in sweat, the middle-aged man took a bottle of mineral water from the house and tossed it to him. "Drink up. It's hot in the south. You'll get used to it in a few days."

"Thank you... What's your name?"

"Diao, just call me Brother Diao." Diao Qi fanned himself with a palm leaf fan in his right hand, and the clothes above his large belly fluttered a few times in the wind.

"Yu Dawei, just call me Dawei." Yu Dawei took the bottled water and raised his right hand: "Thank you."

After saying that, he went inside the house.

Perhaps Erdan was too busy during the day, because there are still some black hairs on the floor of the barbershop.

Yu Dawei first found a broom and a broom and swept the hair clean, not even missing the corners. Then he tidied up the tool table in front of the mirror and put away the scissors and clippers that were supposed to be there.

The golden-yellow clipper in front of me is quite interesting. Unlike the battery-powered clippers of the future, this one has a cord, and the blades are made of pure steel, making it very heavy to hold.

The advantage of this type of clipper is that it cuts quickly and is very sharp. However, its disadvantages are also obvious: it needs to be oiled every time it is used. Moreover, since it is a corded clipper, it cannot be too far from the plug.

"They're all memories." The reason Yu Dawei kept stroking the clippers was because it was the first time in his life he had ever gone to a barbershop to get a haircut, and it was his uncle who took him there.

He remembered that it was the day his uncle received his salary. He noticed that his hair was too long, and he thought about how his wife always did such and such indescribable haircuts for his nephew. So he decided to splurge and took his nephew to the barbershop for a haircut.

Although it cost a lot of money, my hair looks much better now.

"Uncle... after you're done with this busy period, take a break and bring your wife and kids to visit him and your aunt." Yu Dawei wrapped the clippers neatly and placed them next to the scissors.

Yu Dawei then tidied up the bed in the cubicle. The bed was covered with various items, including empty shampoo boxes, folded cardboard boxes, and some old hairdressing booklets. When opened, they were filled with various photos.

Photos the size of a palm were pasted on it, mostly women and few men.

Yu Dawei tidied all these things up in the corner under the bed, and then swept away the dirt and dust from the sheets.

After finishing his work these past few days, it was already dark. He turned on the light, changed out of his long-sleeved shirt, and took out a short-sleeved shirt and shorts from his black suitcase.

The bathroom has running water, which is really great. Yu Dawei filled a basin with water and took a comfortable shower.

It was at this moment that he realized there was no such thing as Southerners being particularly fond of taking baths.

In Northeast China, people only take a bath once a week. When they do, they use a dry bath towel to scrub the dirt off their bodies.

For people in Northeast China, taking a bath is an intermittent activity.

But this didn't work in the south. Only now did Yu Dawei realize why: he had to wash, otherwise his whole body would feel sticky and uncomfortable.

Even after washing, I still sweat a short time later.

Yu Dawei really couldn't adapt tonight; it was more "torturous" than anywhere else he had been before.

"Finish this as soon as possible and go home. This place... sigh." Yu Dawei sat in the barber's chair next to him, not knowing what to say. After all, it was caused by the geographical environment, so he could only sigh.

After tidying up the house, Yu Dawei finally lay down on the bed, thinking about how to arrange things for tomorrow.

Should we go to the nearby construction machinery parts store first, or the auto parts market first?

Having figured out the order of priority, he then began to study the major import and export traders, but now he was completely clueless.

But once the problem of connections is solved, everything else will no longer be a problem.

"Knock knock knock!" Just as he was lying in bed lost in thought, there was a sudden, urgent knocking on the door.

(End of this chapter)