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

Chapter 470 Old Xu's Recent Situation

"It's done! This is so well written, the boss will definitely be satisfied." Taozi quickly took the newspaper to the small cabinet in the corner and put it away.

Just as I was about to leave, I was worried that someone might touch it, so I put some old clothes that I don't usually wear on top of it.

Taozi left satisfied after doing all this. It wasn't that he valued it particularly, but his boss had instructed him before leaving that the newspaper must be kept safe, as it would be very useful and should not be lost.

On the other side, after Yu Dawei drove the car to the gate of the Eighth Bureau of Oil City, he let Yao Jinfu and Sun Shunli drive away.

Then Yu Dawei led Lao Ji directly up to the second floor and found Manager Chang Bin, who was working there.

"You're here. Please do your work first. I'll finish what I'm doing." Old Chang saw that Yu Dawei was just like Old Ji, and it wasn't the first time they'd dealt with each other, so he didn't stand on ceremony with him. "There's tea and water in the room, please help yourself."

"Okay, you go ahead and get busy." Yu Dawei didn't stand on ceremony with the other party, and acted as if he were back in his own home, leaning against the sofa and reading the book he had taken from his wife.

This time it's the ancient fantasy novel "Investiture of the Gods". I found the book a few days ago when I went home and found it in my bookshelf. It was also one of the books that Yu Dawei took from Brother Duan last year.

His wife put it away after reading it. Yu Dawei found it when he went back to tidy up the bookshelf. He had read it once when he was a child, but he had forgotten the details, so he picked it up again to take a look.

About ten minutes later, Chang Bin continued signing documents one after another. After finishing, he even asked Lao Ji, who was sitting in a chair looking rather sluggish, to help carry the documents to the supervisor's office next door.

Chang Bin finally found some time to pour himself a glass of water from the water dispenser: "You've got a good attitude, kid, you've even started reading novels."

"What can I do if it's not good? They clearly dragged me down on purpose, so I'll just treat it as a joke." Yu Dawei casually folded a corner of the book, then closed it and placed it on the coffee table. He looked up at Lao Chang and asked, "How was it?"

"Not bad, whether it works or not depends on your technique." Old Chang sat on the black sofa next to him and glanced at Yu Dawei. "Do you still need my help with the camera? I've noticed that you always need these things when you're up to something."

"Do you think I want to? There are too many restrictions on what I can do these days," Yu Dawei sighed.

If we move to after 2020, when everyone has a mobile phone and various high-definition cameras, will we still need such a bulky thing as a camera?

Not to mention anything else, even the reporters who later went to the factories to investigate counterfeit goods on March 15th found it much easier to take photos and gather evidence after they got smartphones.

Yu Dawei wanted to find dirt on Zeng Guangzhi's repair shop in Hecheng, but he definitely needed some tools; otherwise, he couldn't rely on just his words.

"You don't need to worry about the camera or the recorder. I'll borrow one of the government cars in your compound later, and I'll go buy it myself." Yu Dawei looked at Lao Chang with a smile. "I heard that the higher-ups are going to give you a new Passat. Is your old Volkswagen Bora not very useful lately?"

"Come on." Old Chang rolled his eyes. "It's still far from certain. Whether it will be approved or not depends entirely on this year's performance. If the performance is not good, even if I get a Passat, I'll probably have to switch to a Xiali instead of a Bora."

As Lao Chang spoke, he sipped his tea, glancing furtively at Yu Dawei. He felt a pang of guilt, remembering that he hadn't yet fulfilled his promise to Yu Dawei about the Ackerman excavator.

After thinking it over, he put down his cup and sighed, "I won't be going out for the next couple of days. If you need anything, just use my Bora for now."

"Hey! That's what I've been waiting for." Yu Dawei smiled, walked confidently to the metal cabinet next to the door, took down a bunch of car keys hanging there, and casually put them in his pocket.

“However, I must remind you that Zeng Guangzhi has a lot of influence in Hecheng, and his influence is very deep and complex.” Old Chang turned to look at Yu Dawei. “If the other side finds out afterward, that will be a big problem. At least they will have to consider the Eighth Bureau’s reputation. But if you are discovered in Hecheng in the middle of the process… then it will be no joke.”

“I’m not joking with him. Everyone’s using their own methods.” Yu Dawei sat back down. “I’ll start the operation tonight, and you can have someone notify him tomorrow.”

Yu Dawei smiled slightly, his face full of confidence: "Two big shots like Lao Ji and I, how could we not handle those idiots?"

"Better safe than sorry." Old Chang thought for a moment. "You can stay next to the workers' dormitory where I usually live for the next two days. There are a few rooms available. There are a few supervisors here who are often away on business and rarely come back to stay."

"Hey, that's why I say you're a real friend, Lao Chang." Yu Dawei slapped his thigh, then changed the subject, "But being a real friend is one thing, but you still need to keep an eye on Ackerman's excavators."

"Old Xu is now a veteran of the Eighth Bureau, while I, the biggest contributor, haven't gotten anything yet."

"Cough cough!" Chang Bin choked on a mouthful of water, then looked at Yu Dawei with disbelief. "When did Old Xu become a veteran? How come I didn't know! Did he get promoted again?"

Yu Dawei, with his hands behind his head, leaned back on the sofa and said indifferently, "You've been busy like a dead dog these past few months, what could you possibly know?"

“I took some time the other day to call that bastard, and he actually used his promotion to provoke me, what a piece of shit!” Yu Dawei curled his lip. “You should also put in some effort and get transferred to headquarters to help me teach him a lesson, after all, you used to be his direct supervisor.”

That damn Xu Huang! He was doing his accounts the other day and thought this year's profits were pretty good. Yu Dawei wanted to show off in front of him, since Xu Huang always complained about how he was too reckless and useless. But before he could even finish his sentence, Xu Huang announced some good news from the delivery room—he got promoted!

According to him, it seems that the Bund in Haicheng is undergoing a comprehensive renovation, with the main purpose of protecting historical buildings, incorporating some modern features, and restoring the original appearance of the buildings along the river.

Anyway, he boasted to himself that he was the chief planner and applicant for the entire project, and most importantly, the local leaders were very optimistic about his building restoration plan. As a result, the Eighth Bureau won such a big project worth 1.3 million yuan.

Yu Da himself never expected that his attempt to show off would backfire so spectacularly, leaving him humiliated instead. The bitter taste of it all... sigh.

"Sigh, there are just too many applicants and too few projects in the north, it's really too difficult to achieve anything." It's impossible for Lao Chang not to feel envious; he felt a pang of sadness.

It's like two classmates who never study, one smart and one not. But when they both put in the effort, the smart one suddenly becomes the top student in the class. How frustrating...sigh.

"Sigh x2"

The two of them sighed in unison, looking down at each other.

"That's all for now. You get ready tonight. I'll also make sure to give them the green light." Old Chang seemed to be losing his temper and didn't want to continue the conversation.

"Alright, I'd like to go to the mall. Let's grab a bite to eat together when I'm done with this." Yu Dawei composed himself and quickly left the office.

Next, Yu Dawei took Lao Ji to buy a camera, a recorder, and other things. After that, he found some tools from the Eighth Bureau and drove Lao Chang's Bora away as night fell.

The equipment factory in Hecheng has a total of 24 pieces of equipment, of which four road rollers have been requisitioned to work in other cities because the other branch factories do not have road rollers.

Fortunately, all four road rollers were in near-new condition, having been imported from abroad only a few years ago. So, maintenance was just a matter of taking a short trip to check on them.

One of the Volvo road rollers is located at the border between the oil city and Qiqihar, where an Eighth Bureau road and bridge project is under construction, and they are still working in the winter.

According to Lao Chang, they are catching up on next year's construction schedule and will ensure that the road and bridge repair work is completely completed before May next year.

However, I won't be able to work for many more days; I'll probably finish this week.

Yu Dawei planned to take advantage of this moment to give the other side's road roller a hard time.

The two drove for nearly three hours before finally finding the location, only to discover that the entire construction site was surrounded by brick walls.

Yu Dawei didn't dare to go in from the main gate, so he found a relatively low spot and parked the car at the base of the wall.

"Boss? What's going on?" Old Ji got out of the car in a daze, looking at Yu Dawei with curiosity as he took equipment out of the trunk.

"Can't you tell? You're about to climb over the wall." Yu Dawei, wearing a military overcoat, gave Lao Ji a pair of eye rolls, speechless.

"It's obvious, but didn't we already give them a heads-up?" Old Ji leaned closer to Yu Dawei, took the toolbox, and asked in a low voice, "What? They can't stop us?"

“Yes, Lao Chang only told the project manager here about this and asked him to help out. Nobody else knows.” Yu Dawei looked around before reminding Lao Ji, “Be careful when you go in later. Don’t get caught.”

“They’re building roads and bridges here. The project isn’t huge, but it’s not small either. There are definitely forty or fifty people involved.” Yu Dawei gently knocked on the car door.

"Boss... is it too late for me to go back now?" Old Ji forced out a very awkward smile.

"What do you think?"

Without saying a word, Yu Dawei grabbed Lao Ji and led him to the base of the wall. Upon closer inspection, they discovered that the wall was over two meters high, somewhat resembling the walls built on either side of a railway track.

"Old Chang, this isn't reliable either. Are these people building roads or railway tracks?" Yu Dawei frowned. If he didn't bring anything, he could probably sprint across, but the problem is he brought his tools.

"I'll go first." Yu Dawei glanced at Lao Ji, who was still nervous. "Keep an eye on him. When you're done, come up here like me and hand the things over first."

Yu Dawei took a dozen steps back, then sprinted forward, braced his feet against the wall twice, and pushed off the top of the wall with both hands, leaping directly to the top.

(End of this chapter)