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

Chapter 472 Entering the game
The truck was getting closer and closer, but because the cabs were dark, neither side could see the faces of the people inside the oncoming truck.

However, the truck on the other side was happy to have met a reasonable person who knew to switch between high and low beams and even beeped as they passed by to express their gratitude.

"It's the middle of the night, and there are still cars driving on such a dilapidated road." The driver glanced at the rearview mirror with amusement.

Nightfall can be a very dull and lonely time, especially in the middle of nowhere. Sometimes when you pass through a desolate wasteland, you might even hear wolves howling.

"They're probably heading from Qiqihar towards the oil city." A square-faced man sat in the passenger seat of the truck, his large eyes lazily watching the white snowflakes drifting in front of the truck.

"Brother Zeng, we'll be passing by Project 316 soon. The road rollers and dump trucks we're responsible for are all over there. Do you want to take a look?" The driver suddenly remembered this and added, turning his head, "There are our dedicated dormitories over there. Brother Ding made arrangements with the Eighth Bureau. There shouldn't be any problem with us staying there. We can also check out the vehicles while we're at it."

Upon hearing the driver's words, the lazy-looking man in the passenger seat hesitated for a while, his expression conflicted for a long time, before finally shaking his head: "Forget it, Boss Tang needs this batch of goods urgently, let's hurry up and deliver it to him."

"Furthermore, Xiao Ding has a very good relationship with the Eighth Bureau, and the maintenance and upkeep have been done very well recently, so there shouldn't be any problems." After saying this, the man continued to lean back lazily in his chair.

Although the journey was bumpy, the profits from this trip were substantial, and he had to personally deliver them to Boss Tang.

On the other side, after Yu Dawei returned to the dormitory of the Eighth Bureau branch, he found some anti-inflammatory medicine and bandages in Lao Chang's room.

Then, Yu Dawei began to bandage Lao Ji's wound. Chang Bin, who was standing next to him, was stunned when he saw the long cut on Lao Ji's palm!

Is he going to cause trouble, or is he going to turn on the other party and start a fight?

Under the yellow incandescent light, Yu Dawei finally saw Lao Ji's wound clearly. It was about four or five centimeters long, but not deep.

Yu Dawei first prepared a basin of hot water and helped clean the oily wound.

After untying the simple, tattered cloth, black oil stains were immediately visible. Hot water alone was not enough, as oil and water are incompatible.

"Wait a minute, there's a bottle of Niulanshan liquor under my bed." Chang Bin slapped his forehead and quickly squatted down to search under the bed.

"Fifty degrees? Not bad." Yu Dawei reached out and took the bottle, dipped a rag he had torn from his clothes in alcohol, and began to disinfect Lao Ji.

Yu Dawei grumbled intermittently, "You, you're too stubborn. You'll be almost forty in two years. I can't let you come out and play with me next time."

"No, boss, it's nice to have some excitement now and then. Life is pretty boring if it's all just ordinary." Old Ji's slightly tanned face had a hint of flattery on it. "Next time you do something like this, take me with you."

"You should just sell this one first," Yu Dawei rolled his eyes at Lao Ji.

"So what exactly happened to you that made you like this?" Old Chang asked, arms crossed, his face full of confusion.

"Want to know?" Yu Dawei looked at Lao Chang with a wicked smile.

"Yes I do."

"What do you eat at the nearby convenience store? Let's grab some food and a drink, and chat while we eat," Yu Dawei grinned.

Old Chang rolled his eyes, turned around, put on his cotton-padded coat and trousers, and said speechlessly, "Wait, it's a good thing you two didn't come back too late, otherwise you'd be starving."

In the Eighth Bureau, apart from General Manager Huang, anyone Yu Dawei was familiar with, regardless of their current position, would occasionally be inexplicably ordered around by him.

Although he complained, he didn't actually feel much resentment. In Chang Bin's opinion, Yu Dawei's bluntness was one of his few good qualities.

He doesn't create a sense of distance; everyone is willing to be friends with this guy, even good friends.

A few minutes later, Lao Chang came in from outside carrying a small cardboard box.

The box contained not only cooked food, instant noodles, peanuts, sunflower seeds, and grilled sausages, but also an unopened bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor).

"I'm off work tomorrow anyway, so I'll have a few drinks with you guys tonight." Old Chang sat down on a chair with a cardboard box in his arms. "The owner of the convenience store next door was about to close, but I knocked on the door and got it open."

"You're the head of our Eighth Bureau branch. How could he not open the door for you?" While flattering him, Yu Dawei also took the food from the cardboard box onto the table.

"Alright, enough chit-chat, let's talk about what you encountered over there?"

"Sigh, don't even mention it. It's all your fault, the information you gave us was inaccurate..."

Then Yu Dawei started drinking and criticizing Lao Chang, especially for providing him with false information. Yu Dawei was talking a lot.

Old Ji, standing nearby, occasionally echoed his boss, as if his injury was due to not understanding the terrain, which was also Old Chang's fault.

Old Chang never expected that he would get caught up in the gossip, and it was the first time he had ever witnessed Yu Dawei's "shameless" personality.

The three of them drank until very late. However, the next day, after getting up, Lao Chang did not rest but instead went to his office to deal with the urgent matters at hand.

Yu Dawei was fast asleep in his dormitory, as was Lao Ji, until the sun was high in the sky.

Over the next two days, Yu Dawei kept fiddling with his newly bought camera, a Canon EOS 5, just like Xiaobai's. Yu Dawei hadn't initially realized how valuable the camera was until he went to the mall to buy it, at which point he truly understood its worth.

He almost gave up at the time, but he still reluctantly bought it back despite the financial pain.

Looking back now, it's no wonder that Xiaobai looked nervous and uneasy when she saw me standing there so casually; there was a reason for it.

Another day passed, and by the third day, Yu Dawei was starting to get impatient.

Logically speaking, there should have been some news from them by now. He even began to wonder if there was something wrong with Lao Ji's methods, and whether he hadn't managed to cripple the Volvo road roller.

Old Ji cried out that he was wronged.

However, it is also true that there has been no news for three consecutive days.

"Could Zeng Guangzhi really have some experts on his side?" Yu Dawei sat in Chang Bin's office, crossing his legs as he analyzed the situation while slurping his tea.

"Boss, I think it's not impossible. After all, their factory is so big, they can find all kinds of experts. They might be able to spot our little tricks at a glance." Old Ji sat on the sofa, trying to shift the blame.

In any case, no matter how you look at it, it can't be said that I didn't do enough to cause trouble.

"Hey, can't you two go back to your dorm and discuss this yourselves? Do you think this place is your factory?" Old Chang, who was working at his desk, rolled his eyes at the two people on the sofa.

"I just wanted to ask you if there's been any movement over there." Yu Dawei put down his crossed legs and smiled at Chang Bin. "You know I'm in a bind right now. If I don't take them down, I'm very likely to be kicked out of the game."

"Sigh..." Old Chang sighed, and was about to say a few words of comfort when there was a sudden "knock knock knock" at the door.

"Come in." Old Chang composed himself and looked towards the door.

"Manager Chang, I have something I'd like to discuss with you." A man in his thirties, wearing glasses, strode into the office. He glanced at Yu Dawei and the other man before speaking with some hesitation.

"Ignore those two idiots, just say what you need to say." Chang Bin put down his pen and fixed his gaze on his subordinate's face.

If I remember correctly, this person in front of me is the one who wanted Fanfan Repair Shop to withdraw from the partnership when the accident happened.

The man bit his lip, then secretly glanced at Yu Dawei again.

He wasn't familiar with Yu Dawei, but he was present at both times when Yu Dawei caused a bloodbath at the Eighth Bureau branch.

Other colleagues said that Yu Dawei is a very vengeful person and has a very good relationship with the current head of the Eighth Bureau.

If it weren't for some "compensation for losing face," how could he dare to offend this man behind his back?

Now that I've seen it, a hint of fear and unease inevitably creeps into my eyes.

"Che, what are you standing there for? Tell me what you want to say." Chang Bin frowned slightly, his expression showing a hint of disgust, as he looked at the other person standing there, frozen in place.

The guys in the branch office are all the same. When the boss was around, they were all like obedient dogs.

When I took over, although everyone did what I said, I could still vaguely sense the resentment in the hearts of the branch managers.

After all, he himself had risen through the ranks from a supervisor, and even became a local supervisor/manager.

"Here's the thing, there's been a problem at one section of the project site on Oil City 316." The man at the door was instantly brought to his senses by Manager Chang's call. Not daring to openly offend Chang Bin, he quickly composed himself and told him everything.

"According to the project manager there, a newly purchased Volvo road roller suddenly broke down, but the maintenance technicians from the partner company haven't been able to fix it," the man added.

Upon hearing this, Yu Dawei, who was sitting on the sofa drinking tea in the distance, had his eyes light up! Seeing that Lao Ji next to him was also a little excited, he quickly reached out and pressed down on Lao Ji's thigh.

If there are outsiders present, don't show too much excitement, because who knows if they are Zeng Guangzhi's people?

Yu Dawei learned from his third uncle that the more critical the moment, the more he should remain calm and composed.

Old Ji looked down and saw that his boss was also looking down and glancing at him sideways. He then realized that he had just lost his composure and quickly calmed down.

But deep down, he was incredibly happy. It meant that he had really wrecked the car, and it wasn't a problem with his skills. He could finally get away with not taking the blame.

"Damn it!" Old Chang slammed his fist on the table in anger, then stood up abruptly. "What the hell are you all doing! Don't you know that Highway 316 is a section of road that the government urgently needs to repair?! If it really affects the construction schedule, can they take responsibility?!"

"Go and find out which city partner company is responsible for the maintenance of that Volvo road roller! They can't even handle such a small matter! I think they really don't want to work here anymore!"

The man surnamed Che at the door was startled by Manager Chang's actions; it was the first time he had ever seen Manager Chang lose his temper like this!

Even when the partnership company is slow in repairs, he only gives them a little encouragement.

Is that section of Highway 316 special? Yes, that must be it!
(End of this chapter)