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

Chapter 394: Researching the Shenzhen Market – The Diary's Advantages Come into Play
"No problem." Yu Dawei stood up and gave an OK sign, watching everyone leave the room.

After turning his gaze away, Yu Dawei sat back down in his chair and fell into deep thought, never expecting this place to be so turbulent.

But then again, in today's world, everyone is desperately trying to seize this golden opportunity, because if you manage to seize these ten years, you can live a carefree life for the rest of your days.

You can go abroad whenever you want, and go wherever you want to travel; you don't need to worry about the so-called material foundation at all.

Both Yu Dawei and others are working hard for this golden opportunity. How could those with keen insight, who all feel that making money is easy now, and even some truly important figures, not try to find ways to quickly accumulate their wealth?

"Dawei, what are you thinking about?" Jiang Shang walked back in from outside the barbershop. He had just chatted briefly with Zhao Yi and the others before returning.

"It's nothing." Yu Dawei looked up. "Brother Erdan, do you need me to go to the venue to help out tomorrow? If you really need help, that's fine. We're all from the Northeast, and Zhao Yi is from our hometown too."

"That's enough." Jiang Shang grinned and patted Yu Dawei's arm. "But there's no rush. You should go about your business. Wait until the people in Yantian are settled and Zhao Yi and the others can guarantee your safety before you go. That's what I told them too."

"Okay." Yu Dawei nodded without objecting. After all, everyone has a wife and children, and safety is the most important thing when traveling.

"You should get some rest. Do you have any money?" Jiang Shang took out a wad of banknotes from his pocket and was about to count a few when Yu Dawei stopped him.

“Brother, I have enough. Although I’m much younger than you and my business isn’t as successful as yours, I have enough money in my pocket. Thank you, Brother Erdan, I appreciate the thought.” Yu Dawei grabbed the other man’s wrist and forcefully stuffed the money back into his pocket.

"Alright, then you should get some rest." Jiang Erdan didn't linger and turned to leave the barbershop.

After Jiang Shang left, Yu Dawei locked the door again, then lay down on the bed and fell asleep shortly afterward.

The next day, Yu Dawei got up early and opened the door to find the streets quiet. The sun was shining on the ground, but there wasn't a soul in sight.

“Goodness, I’ve always heard my eldest son say that Southerners have a nightlife, sometimes even until three or four in the morning, so they generally get up later in the morning.” Yu Dawei looked away and shook his head. This time in the South, he had witnessed the joy of Southerners.

That's not entirely true. Maybe it's just too hot to go out during the day, so they only come out at night?

Yu Dawei didn't know, after all, as a Northeasterner, he hadn't really been to the South much for business. The southernmost place he had ever been in his previous life was probably Zhengzhou, when he was taking his eldest son to school.

"I wonder what kind of food Erdan has in his kitchen." Yu Dawei guessed that the breakfast shops here probably wouldn't be open too early. It was only five or six o'clock now, so he decided to figure out what to eat on his own.

But when I went into the kitchen and searched around, I found nothing there, not even any of the vegetables I had stored.

Yu Dawei stood in the kitchen for a long time, his head full of question marks. He saw obvious signs of cooking in the kitchen; why cook without leaving himself any way out?

They didn't even offer to leave any leftovers...

Finally, with no other choice, Yu Dawei went out hungry, thinking he would buy something to eat at a breakfast shop he passed by when the store opened.

It was noon when Yu Dawei arrived at the auto parts market closest to Futian. Before coming, he thought it would be difficult to communicate with the people here, for example, due to language barriers, since dialects are more common everywhere.

But it seems that Shenzhen is different. Many shops in the auto parts market speak Mandarin, although it sounds a bit fake, but Yu Dawei can understand it perfectly.

Furthermore, in the auto parts market, he also met several fellow Northeasterners, some from Liaoning Province and some from Heilongjiang Province. Yu Dawei learned a lot about auto parts from these people.

Firstly, regarding domestic auto parts, there are three auto parts factories in Shenzhen. As long as you have connections, you can even get some goods from someone if your quantity is insufficient.

Foreign manufacturers are relatively more complicated, but with domestic and foreign component manufacturers, it is not impossible to operate by ordering small quantities of goods, as long as you find the right person.

Although the parts vendors at the auto parts market didn't explicitly say anything, or even seemed to be evasive, Yu Dawei could generally sense that that was the case.

In addition, there are original parts from overseas, including both automotive parts and engineering parts.

Regarding engineering parts, Yu Dawei's understanding is rather complex. Any import and export trading company needs to become an agent of the manufacturer before purchasing goods.

For example, Heng Hui Foreign Trade Co., Ltd. mainly acts as a domestic agent for Caterpillar, which also includes handling matters such as importing Caterpillar parts from abroad to China.

Some foreign brands allow a company to act as an agent for their own brand of engineering parts, and also to act as an agent for other brands, but others do not.

If you want to get goods from these distributors and sell them in various markets across the country, there are also three levels. These three levels represent the market and the quantity of goods obtained from each channel. People like Yu Dawei, who live in a small town, are not even considered at the lowest level. They wouldn't even look at a place of Yu Dawei's size, which isn't even considered a parts store.

The parts shop in the repair shop, though called a parts shop, is actually just a small department within the factory.

Finally, there are the major parts distributors in Shenzhen. There are three people among them who have registered several companies, each of which signs separate contracts with the brands overseas. In short, they use various means to get all the first-hand sources of engineering vehicle parts and imported car parts into their own hands.

From then on, it became the number one wholesaler of parts for certain domestic brands. Not only that, but it also supplied parts for joint venture vehicles both domestically and internationally. It can be said that by developing its distribution channels to this extent, it has been able to directly challenge some large manufacturers in certain aspects.

After all, the fact that the other party can achieve this level indirectly shows that they have a large presence in the domestic market. As a channel or a first- or second-tier agent, they don't need to be too public.

Unfortunately, Yu Dawei only managed to find out the names of one of the three people from the auto parts market. He couldn't even get the names of the other two.

Even the most generous parts store owner is still wary and can't possibly tell you everything. Yu Dawei can understand that.

Yu Dawei felt he had already gained a lot from visiting just one auto parts market.

Yu Dawei ate a bowl of rice noodles outside the auto parts market at noon, and then went to other auto parts markets in the afternoon.

There are two objectives: one is to verify the accuracy of the information obtained from the auto parts market, and the other is to uncover more information.

This kind of thing is actually a form of research, something that Yu Dawei would never have overlooked in his previous life when doing business.

The reason I've been so patient and strive to be thorough in everything I do is ultimately inspired by my eldest son Yu Muyu's notebook.

Ever since Yu Dawei found several diaries in the small underground storeroom of Yu Muyu's house, he took them with him when he left. When he had nothing to do, he would occasionally flip through them while drinking and eating peanuts.

Few people know the joy of secretly peeking into someone else's life, especially when that person is their own eldest son.

Naturally, she also saw her image in her eldest son's eyes and had some complaints. One of them was that she blamed herself for not doing proper research and understanding the market situation before making reckless investments.

Yu Dawei was initially angry, but upon reflection, he realized that his anger wasn't entirely unfounded. As it turns out, being prepared is essential for winning battles.

Yu Dawei's original plan for this search for major distribution channels in Shenzhen was to find out who was in charge of each channel a few days ago, and then use various connections to inquire about their character and work style.

Finally, Yu Dawei will find a major channel that best suits him. If he's going to do it, he'll be meticulous in every detail and prepared for any eventuality.

When Dawei returned to the barbershop after organizing the intelligence, a group of muscular men stared at him intently, making him feel uneasy.

"What's going on? Did I go to the wrong place?" Yu Dawei frowned, craning his neck out the door to glance at the sign on the top of the barbershop.

Xiao Jiang's Hair Salon, that's right.

"Hey? Dawei's back." Jiang Shang's voice rang out from behind Yu Dawei at the door.

"Brother, are there so many people getting haircuts in this room?" Yu Dawei turned around and saw that Jiang Shang was wearing a short-sleeved white coat and holding many boxes of hair dye.

"No, it's all waiting for you." Jiang Shang chuckled. "Don't block the way. There's someone inside doing hair dyeing. I'll talk to you when I'm done."

Yu Dawei could only shrug, glancing at Boss Diao of the convenience store next door, who was comfortably reclining in a deck chair with a radio playing in his ear. "Brother Diao, you're living such a comfortable life, it's truly enviable."

"What's the big deal? I can't do it anymore, unlike you young people who dare to dream and act." Diao Qi opened her eyes from the recliner and encouraged Yu Dawei with a few words, "Shenzhen is a magical place. As long as you are willing to endure hardship, you can definitely make it big. But don't follow my example."

There was actually something else he didn't say: I'm a resident who received compensation for my land expropriation; you can't compare to me.

"Dawei, come in." Zhao Yi was called from the bed in the cubicle, and he lifted the curtain to beckon to Yu Dawei.

Yu Dawei placed the fruit and some vegetables he had bought aside, walked over to Zhao Yi's side, took a stool, sat down, and shrank his neck. "Brother Yi, did you bring these brothers here specifically to find me? I just arrived in Shenzhen and haven't done anything bad."

"What are you so nervous about?" Zhao Yi rolled his eyes, not expecting this kid to be such a performer.

(End of this chapter)