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

Chapter 474 Hello, my name is Ji Youwei
Not only did the general manager of the Eighth Bureau branch know, but Ding Nian also knew that something big was going to happen at 316. He couldn't care less about anything else and told his elder brother Zeng Guangzhi about it.

To maintain order, perhaps the only solution is for the eldest brother to come in person. Perhaps the leaders of the Eighth Bureau will grant him a few more days out of respect for Zeng Guangzhi. Ideally, other road rollers should be used to take over the work first.

The scene shifts, and after learning about the situation on the other side, Yu Dawei begins to prepare to set off. Before leaving, Yu Dawei doesn't forget to call Lao Chang and Lao Ji to the dormitory and quietly go over their scenes.

"Who am I?" Yu Dawei pointed to himself, his gaze turning to Lao Ji.

"You are the boss, no, you are Ji Youwei, my nephew." Old Ji was about to blurt out "boss" without thinking, but he quickly stopped himself and changed his lines.

"Who are you?" Yu Dawei was somewhat dissatisfied with Lao Ji's performance, and then pointed at the other person with his finger.

“Me? I’m Ji Youde, your cousin,” Old Ji hurriedly replied.

"But I always feel that your names don't sound like those of an uncle and nephew, but rather like those of brothers." Old Chang, who had been standing by watching the show, crossed his arms and couldn't help but smile at the two of them.

The conversation between the two had a comedic element to it; it was like a complete amateur troupe.

"A name is just a label; no one will care too much about that." Yu Dawei turned to Lao Chang and instructed, "The important thing is our identities."

Old Chang knew it was his turn to perform, so he quickly straightened his face and said, "You two are from the oil city who came back from Kyoto. You've been working in Volvo's after-sales service, and now you want to open a repair shop in your hometown."

"Not bad, as expected of a junior leader in the Eighth Bureau, such a good memory." Yu Dawei had only told the other party once, but Old Chang's memory was so good.

"That's right." Old Chang said with some pride, then asked, "So, shall we leave now?"

"Let's go! Let's cause some trouble!" Yu Dawei shouted, and the three of them drove another black car in the yard straight to the border between the oil city and Qiqihar, which is where 316 is located.

To save face, Chang Bin specifically borrowed this black Volkswagen Sagitar from one of his supervisors; it was a brand new car that he had only recently bought.

At this moment, Zeng Guangzhi had already hurriedly driven a black Mercedes-Benz to the scene. After getting a general understanding of the situation from Ding Nian, he sat in the car with his brows furrowed tightly.

"Big brother?" Ding Nian couldn't help but feel worried when he saw Zeng Guangzhi's furrowed brows.

Is it really impossible for my older brother to solve this problem?

"It's alright." Zeng Guangzhi's brows relaxed, and he waved his hand. "When the branch company leaders arrive, I will meet with them personally. At worst, we can concede some more benefits. As long as we perform well in the future, the more city cooperation rights we control, the less this small benefit will really matter."

"Hmm." Ding Nian nodded, but his expression was somewhat downcast, ultimately because he hadn't handled the problem well on his side.

“By the way, you said…” Zeng Guangzhi suddenly turned to look at Ding Nian, “Is it possible that other repair shops are messing with us?”

"Impossible. I asked the security guard when I arrived. No strangers have come to this godforsaken place, 316, in the past few days, whether it's day or night." Ding Nian's tone was very confident, but deep down he felt a little panicked.

He had promised his elder brother that the city cooperation rights in Harbin would definitely be in our hands. To this end, he secretly used some means, which also helped his elder brother's younger brother gain a foothold in the oil city.

If someone were really targeting them, it seemed like only Fanfan Repair Shop in Luhe Town could be the only one, but Ding Nian didn't believe it!

After all, before targeting Fanfan Repair Shop, he had inquired with some colleagues in the construction machinery parts industry and found that it was just a small shop run by a repairman with some skills.

He had some connection with the Eighth Bureau, but not much. He heard that the person with that connection had been transferred, so he began to implement his plan without any scruples.

Moreover, now that the other party has been slandered, they are only responding with silence, and do not have the courage to confront them face to face, which shows that they are nothing special.

"Have you asked the security guards?" Zeng Guangzhi's square face still showed some doubt.

"Don't worry, brother, I've asked them all." Ding Nian nodded seriously, his tone more certain than before.

"That's good. As long as no one has been offended, that's good. In business, harmony is the most important thing." Zeng Guangzhi looked at the motionless Volvo road roller in the distance.

He is 45 years old this year, with both a son and a daughter. He is long past the age of fighting and killing. In his early years, he was just a truck driver working for an official.

As China opened up, he finally had the opportunity to show his talent. As he got older, he had more to consider and his impetuous personality faded.

The scene shifts to the guardhouse at the main gate on the north side of the site, where an old man with an old pipe hanging from his head is hiding in the room, puffing on welding fumes.

"Hey? Old Jiang, aren't you supposed to be on night shift tonight? You've been smoking all this time without even taking a nap?" Just then, another old man walked in through the door. He went straight to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), picked up a tobacco dustpan, and started rolling cigarettes with small strips of paper. The back of the white paper strips was covered with writing in pencil. These were cigarette papers he had made from a useless notebook he had gotten from his grandson.

"Sigh, I can't sleep." The man called Old Jiang looked around and, seeing that no one was around, spoke up, "Do you remember a few days ago when Boss Ding asked us if any outsiders had come to the site recently?"

"Huh? This? What's there to worry about?" The old man sitting on the edge of the kang glanced at the other person, smeared some saliva on the cigarette paper, then pinched off the pointed end and put it in his mouth. "Do you think people care about what you say?"

"Besides, it's not like we don't patrol. Didn't we check? There's nothing there." The old man broke a matchbox and lit the welding smoke from his mouth.

"That's true, but the night before the road roller accident, I think I really heard some noise coming from the truck's direction when I was on patrol." Old Jiang subconsciously took a puff of his cigarette, his brows furrowed, his mind uneasy.

"Shh!" The old man next to him patted the other person's leg, stood up, glanced nervously around, and then sat down to ask, "Why didn't you say so sooner! Why didn't you say so before!"

"Me? I..." Old Jiang's wrinkled face showed a hint of grievance. "I didn't catch anyone, and I only heard the sound. When I got closer, I really didn't see anything."

"That's right, there's nothing! Everyone who asked said there's nothing! Nothing at all!" The old man resisted the urge to move closer, staring at the other person with a tense expression. "Old Jiang, this isn't a joke."

"That road roller has been under repair for several days and it's still not working. He just heard outside that this matter has alarmed some big shots in the Eighth Bureau. It's not something small fry like us can get involved in, you know!"

"I understand the reasoning..." Old Jiang took a puff of his cigarette, lowered his head, and nodded.

“You don’t understand!” The old man continued to explain the pros and cons of the matter. “Think about it, even those managers can’t figure this out. What can you possibly explain? You’re just a night watchman, earning less than five hundred yuan a month, working in this godforsaken place.”

"We've already been generous enough that the things at the scene were stolen." The old man's eyes darted around as he thought of a solution, taking puffs of his cigarette. "If you ask me, let's just pretend we don't know anything about this. After all, you didn't see anything, and we were just telling the truth."

"Old Jiang, let's make sure we don't get ourselves into any trouble."

"Understood." Just as Old Jiang was nodding in agreement, a car horn suddenly sounded outside the gate.

Old Jiang had no desire to sleep at this moment. He got up, put on his shoes, draped the overcoat hanging on the wall, and quickly ran out of the guardhouse.

"Woof woof woof!" The big black dog in the cage next to us barked angrily at the door, as if it had disturbed the other dog's rest, its fangs clearly visible.

"Go back!" Old Jiang casually picked up the wooden stick on top of the dog cage and punched the top of the cage hard.

The big black dog seemed to be very afraid of Lao Jiang. When it saw Lao Jiang hitting the cage, it quickly shrank its neck and curled up in the corner of the cage.

After dealing with the big black dog, Old Jiang hurriedly ran to the front gate, first unlatched the door, and then opened it a crack.

He saw that it was a black sedan he had never seen before, so he didn't rush to open the door. Instead, he squeezed out from the gap and walked towards the driver's seat.

At that moment, Yu Dawei in the passenger seat and Lao Ji in the back seat both saw the old man's appearance and the stick in his hand.

"Holy crap! Boss, it's that old man from that night!" Old Ji pressed the seat in front of him in a panic, feeling a little flustered and afraid that the other party would recognize him.

"What's the panic!" Yu Dawei cursed at Lao Ji in a low voice, "He didn't see either of us that night, what are you so afraid of?"

"Ah, yes, yes, yes." Old Ji pressed his right hand slightly against his chest; he was indeed a little excited to have discovered his "old friend."

"By the way, what did you call me?" Yu Dawei asked again.

"Nephew, nephew."

"Hmph, if you call me by the wrong name again, I'll throw you behind the door to feed the dogs." Yu Dawei glared at Lao Ji with annoyance.

With that kind of mentality, you'd definitely be cannon fodder in a war.

"Stop arguing, I'm coming over." Seeing the old man approaching, Chang Bin adjusted his posture and rolled down the driver's side window.

"May I ask who you are..." Old Jiang looked somewhat reservedly at Chang Bin in the driver's seat, and then glanced at Yu Dawei in the passenger seat and Old Ji in the back.

The others were fine, but they had that condescending, superior air that you often see in CEOs. The person in the back seat, however, didn't seem like a CEO at all. He kept his neck twisted and looking out the window, and seemed more reserved and nervous than the other person.

(End of this chapter)