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

Chapter 475 The Gatekeeper's Fear and Caution
"I am the general manager of the Northeast Branch of the Eighth Bureau, and my surname is Chang," Old Chang said calmly.

Old Jiang, who was standing outside the car door, panicked completely. He quickly forced a smile and said, "Hello, hello, oh dear, look at my eyes! I didn't recognize you. I'm so sorry."

Old Jiang's expression grew increasingly reserved, especially after a brief moment when he thought about it: General Manager of the Northeast Branch of the Eighth Bureau, what kind of identity is that?

Isn't this the big boss of the Eighth Bureau who's in charge of the entire Northeast?
Old Jiang had never seen much of the world in his life, and having only been in this place for a few months, he was inevitably a little intimidated by this kind of leader.

"It's alright, isn't this your first time meeting us?" Old Man Lao saw that the old night watchman in front of him was honest, so he asked tentatively.

"Ah? That's right, that's right." Old Jiang nodded, his gaze sweeping over the young man in the passenger seat again, a sense of unease creeping into his heart.

I wonder what their relationship is with the big boss, that they can ride in the same car.

"I'll open the door for you right away." Old Jiang said, turning around and jogging to open the two doors on both sides.

Inside the car, Yu Dawei narrowed his eyes as he watched Lao Jiang's retreating figure, leaned closer to the driver's seat, and whispered, "Lao Chang, ask him again later if he's encountered any strangers at the scene recently."

"Okay." Old Chang nodded slightly. It's always better to be careful. If Old Deng really sees or says something he shouldn't, then the three of them won't have to put on an act in front of Zeng Guangzhi for a while.

Seeing that the gate had been opened, Lao Chang stepped on the gas and drove inside. As he passed Lao Jiang, he asked again, "There's something else I'd like to ask."

"Sir, please speak." Old Jiang stood by the car door, bending over.

"Did you notice anything unusual before and after the accident involving that road roller at the site?" Chang Bin asked.

Upon hearing this, Old Jiang's heart skipped a beat, and a bead of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. But in the end, he managed a smile and firmly replied, "No, everything here has been fine recently. We haven't found anyone, and nothing has been stolen."

Chang Bin glanced at the other person and slowly nodded: "Okay, I understand. You can go ahead and do your work."

He ignored the other person and drove straight to the project manager's office, but when he closed the car window, his expression became more silent.

Yu Dawei, in the passenger seat, glanced at him and guessed what the problem was with this leader from the Northeast region. He leaned back in his seat and said calmly, "You have to believe in the human tendency to seek advantage and avoid harm. People won't say anything unless they have certainty about it."

"I know, but looking at this gatekeeper reminds me of my father. I guess he lives a similarly cautious life every day," Old Chang sighed.

When he went back to his hometown last year, his mother said that his father had gone to work as a security guard at a nearby power company. It was his second cousin who introduced him to the job. She wondered how he was doing that year.

Once he's finished dealing with things before the end of the year, he'll hurry up and buy a ticket to go back to his hometown.

"By the way, in the previous internal rankings, besides your Fanfan Repair Shop, there was also Guangzhi Equipment Repair Company in Hecheng, and Cangyu Equipment Repair Shop in Mucheng." Old Chang remembered the important matter and gave a brief reminder, "The other company is of average size, and its level is actually not much different from yours, but so far they have been performing very well."

"So if I don't handle this matter well, you mean the repair shop in Mucheng will end up being ranked number one?" Yu Dawei asked.

"Pretty much. After all, the combined percentage of the three of you is less than three percent. If we really want to calculate it, it's probably just a matter of re-evaluating the company image and some minor details." Old Chang parked the car at the entrance of the project office.

"Understood." Yu Dawei nodded, his expression becoming more serious.

It seems this matter must be taken seriously; if it's not handled properly, continuing it won't be very meaningful.

The three arrived at the office of Project 316. When Manager Li, who was in charge of the project, saw his boss arrive, he quickly got up to greet him and explained what had happened.

Finally, he looked at the young man next to the leader. Although it was the first time that Supervisor Li had met Yu Dawei, he knew this guy's character all too well, so he quickly showered him with all sorts of flattery.

After all, he was one of the leader's confidants, and he was well aware of the upcoming arrangements.

However, when chatting with Yu Dawei, he used the name "Ji Youwei" and praised his performance in "Kyoto".

"Alright, alright, let's hurry up and get to the scene. Those guys must be getting impatient." Old Chang couldn't bear to watch anymore. His capable subordinate had turned into a sycophant the moment he saw Yu Dawei.

The group then drove two cars; Lao Chang and his two companions drove the original car, while Manager Li drove the other one.

“Your Manager Li seems a bit too enthusiastic.” Yu Dawei sensed something was off as soon as he sat in the passenger seat and asked the first question. “Heh, if you were caught doing something wrong, you’d be all smiles and trying to curry favor with me too.” Chang Bin followed behind the other car. “After this guy found out I had arrangements, he immediately gave a detailed account of his relationship with Zeng Guangzhi’s people.”

"The main focus is on honesty."

"As expected of your trusted confidant, his survival instinct is top-notch." Yu Dawei gave a thumbs up, expressing his approval of Lao Chang's subordinate.

"Um, my nephew, he won't give himself away, will he?" Old Ji asked nervously from the back.

Old Chang glanced at Old Ji in the rearview mirror and rolled his eyes at him speechlessly: "You can give yourself away, but he can't. Be careful when you meet that Zeng Guangzhi later."

“I’ve met him twice, and he’s very shrewd.” Chang Bin added, not forgetting to remind the person behind him, “Especially Lao Ji, you better watch yourself, don’t act like someone who just came back from doing illegal work.”

"I understand, I understand." Old Ji tried to calm himself down and began to adjust his state of mind.

On the other side, Zeng Guangzhi and Ding Nian were still standing next to the road roller, watching Xu Lao and another company's technical consultant diagnose the illness.

"Old Xu, how is it?" Although Zeng Guangzhi knew that there was probably little hope, he couldn't help but ask again.

While his body was still inside the engine compartment, Mr. Xu, who was constantly checking and diagnosing his condition, quickly poked his head out when he heard the boss's question. His entire face was covered in black streaks from the oil.

Seeing Zeng Guangzhi's hopeful eyes, he couldn't help but sigh with shame: "We still haven't found out which hydraulic hose is causing the problem."

A middle-aged man hiding in the corner of the road roller secretly rolled his eyes at Old Xu. He said that the hydraulic pump was broken, but no one believed him.

They insisted on disassembling and searching through the hydraulic hoses one by one. The hydraulic hoses, which were covered in black sludge before, have been polished to a shine by the two of them these past two days. I don't know what got into this old guy, insisting on sticking to his guns here.

After hearing what Old Xu said, Zeng Guangzhi sighed helplessly. They hadn't figured it out yesterday, and they still hadn't found the cause of the problem before the leaders arrived today. He had already given up hope on the two of them.

Earning a monthly salary of just over five thousand yuan, this is the kind of weak response I get when faced with problems.

Zeng Guangzhi and Ding Nian exchanged a glance, and the other party immediately understood. Then, he ignored everything else, turned around, and got into the Mercedes-Benz.

“Old Xu, actually your child called me a few days ago and said they didn’t want you to continue working here. You should go home after this trip.” Ding Nian said expressionlessly, then turned to look at the middle-aged man who had poked his head out. “Han Gang, as for you, if you still want to work here, you can choose to be a master craftsman in the factory.”

"Master Chef?" Han Gang immediately became displeased, pressing his hands on the tires and engine mount, jumping out from the gap to look at Ding Nian, "I'm telling you, Ding Nian, I have a license. You guys were the ones who begged and pleaded to come to Harbin to find me before."

"What, now you're kicking me out just because I can't fix your car once? Does that mean all the times I fixed it before don't count?" Han Gang stepped forward and stood opposite Ding Nian, looking ready to fight at the drop of a hat.

Whether they're mechanics or doing other technical work, most of them have a bad temper. There's nothing we can do about it; no matter how dirty the work is, we're still the kind of people who earn money standing up!

Ding Nian stared coldly at Han Gang with a cold gaze: "The company only looks at the results. Your previous results are not enough to cover up this mistake. Now that even the leaders of the Eighth Bureau have been alarmed, the company will inevitably lose a lot of money."

"Besides, didn't I give you a chance? Three days? Three days!!!" Ding Nian gritted his teeth in anger, pointing at the road roller, "You can't even diagnose the problem, let alone fix it? You know what's wrong, but you can't even see it?!"

"You guys don't deserve to earn five thousand yuan a month! You don't deserve to specialize in handling difficult cases?!" Ding Nian's voice grew louder and louder, until Han Gang on the other side had no temper left.

"Never mind, never mind." Old Xu, who was still standing inside the car frame, sighed helplessly when he saw Ding Nian's ruthless actions. "It's because we didn't fix it properly. I'll go to Hecheng to pack my things and go home."

He's 66 this year. Usually, he only does his work after recovering from his illness, directing his subordinates to disassemble and install things. But now, he's not doing it properly.

Let him go. Anyway, he has a monthly pension of six hundred yuan, which is enough for his daily life. If he hadn't been so passionate about this profession, he would never have agreed to become a consultant for the other company.

"Mr. Xu, are we just going to let this go like this?" Han Gang was still unconvinced, and he couldn't help but speak to Mr. Xu again, "Isn't your son a top lawyer? They can just fire us like that now. Let your son come out of retirement and teach them a lesson."

Old Xu glanced at the other person helplessly: "Didn't they say that my son asked me to go back? As for you, you were just transferred to another position, you weren't dismissed at all."

Old Xu's meaning was clear: they had already been arranged for the two of them, so there was no point in struggling.

(End of this chapter)