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

Chapter 593 Routine Inspection? Does your gas station have all the necessary qualifications?
"Dad, don't worry, the grain depot is fine. Besides, how could a unit be short of bookkeepers after the restructuring?" The eldest son, Accountant Yang, sitting on the kang (a heated brick bed), was a little jealous of his father's words and couldn't help but retort, actually wanting to comfort the old man.

His grandfather went to great lengths to get him a job as an accountant at the grain depot, sacrificing two sheep and a considerable sum of money.

Otherwise, who would feel comfortable having someone with only a junior college degree and whose field of study is unrelated to his job as an accountant at a grain depot?

In fact, Yang Guang himself was also worried. If he was really laid off, what could he do with his current education? Farming? He didn't have the physique of his second brother at all. He had been weak and sickly since childhood and wore thick glasses.

He could sense that Yu Dawei was paying attention to him, but he was self-aware. Although the people in the town said that he kept good accounts, that was because keeping accounts at the granary was not difficult, and with years of experience, he was not afraid.

He really didn't know if he could adapt to a new environment and all sorts of new accounting rules.

So he thought that if he were really laid off, he might as well go raise sheep with his father; at least his family wouldn't starve to death.

"That's true, but even state-owned enterprises are going bankrupt now. Who can say for sure what will happen in this world these days?" Old Yang had lived for many years, but he didn't quite understand these changes in the times.

In earlier years, they were able to go to school, but later the concept of going to school was discontinued. After many years, they were able to take the college entrance exam again.

Many years ago, China was also self-sufficient. This went on for a very long time, even long enough for him to send his father away. He thought that everyone would live a good life by sharing the same pot of rice.

Back then, no one needed to lock their doors; the courtyards were all wide open. Later, the atmosphere changed again, and small businesses started to emerge.

Even a small shop can influence a supply and marketing cooperative. Sigh, he's only figured out one thing in this world: nothing is ever permanent.

So he was happy when the eldest brother got a secure job, and he wouldn't be too surprised if the eldest brother lost his secure job one day.

“I think what you said makes sense, brother. Times are changing. Accountant Yang, who keeps accounts at the grain depot, should be able to tell how profitable the grain depot is now.” Yu Dawei picked up where Old Man Yang left off and continued to persuade him: “Sometimes it’s better to plan ahead.”

"This..." Yang Guang's anxiety, which he had managed to suppress, was stirred up again by Yu Dawei and his own father.

He knew his own situation best. He kept accounts at the grain depot every day, and with all sorts of rumors, how could he not see what the future held?

“Accountant Yang, I’ve been your dad’s neighbor for a few years now, and there are some things I’ve been keeping from you guys.” Yu Dawei looked at the three of them seriously. “The town leaders have already spoken to us and want to make arrangements for the grassroots staff at the grain depot ahead of schedule.”

"But the head of your grain depot doesn't seem to be letting go yet. We're going to inform the leaders about this, and then we'll officially start recruiting at the entrance of your grain depot for three days."

“After three days, there will be no more chances. Everyone in the surrounding villages knows about your accounting skills, so I’m letting you know in advance. If you want to come here, do it sooner rather than later, otherwise it will be too late to regret it once the grain depot really goes bankrupt.”

Yu Dawei spoke very calmly, even his voice was very soft, and apart from the people in this room, no one next door could hear what Yu Dawei was saying.

But these gentle words struck Accountant Yang's heart like a heavy hammer, and even Old Man Yang next to him frowned, his pipe constantly emitting smoke rings.

Old Yang watched his eldest son remain silent for a long time, and wanted to say something, but the words stuck in his throat.

"I understand, Boss Yu. I will give this matter a good consideration." Accountant Yang nodded, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

“Okay, that’s exactly why I came here. We’re all neighbors, and I thought this information might be useful to you, so I came to give you a heads-up.” Yu Dawei put down his teacup and stood up, giving Accountant Yang one last look. “If you come, I’ll give you a monthly salary of two thousand plus a year-end bonus. Just keep this to yourselves and don’t tell anyone else.”

Yu Dawei left a clue at the end: money can be a powerful motivator, and some things must ultimately be bound together by mutual interests. The reason he said this now was to make Accountant Yang understand that he could multiply the income the grain depot could provide.

After saying all this, Yu Dawei took his leave.

The next day, while Brother Duan was complaining to his superiors, Yu Dawei went to National Highway 301 in the oil city.

Monkey is now the manager of the repair shop on National Highway 301. The apprentice he used to work with quit, and now he has found two more young apprentices.

When Yu Dawei arrived, he glanced at the car repair team and saw that there were no major problems, but their techniques were all quite clumsy, including Monkey's.

Although monkeys understand mechanics, they haven't touched every kind of vehicle; they still need practice.

When Yu Dawei entered the living area converted from the warehouse, he first opened all the windows to ventilate the area and disperse the formaldehyde. At that time, no one paid much attention to this issue. It wasn't until ten years later that people started talking about formaldehyde exceeding the standard and causing cancer.

This is where Yu Dawei's advantage as a reborn person comes into play. He knows a little about everything and won't let his children and wife inhale formaldehyde every day when they come here.

His purpose in coming here was to oversee the construction of the gas station. He'll sleep here tonight and drive back tomorrow morning.

The construction of the gas station has been ongoing, and Yu Dawei has all the necessary qualifications and a name for it.

Today happens to be the day for hanging the large characters, and the advertising company even rented a crane to hang the red characters at the top of the gas station.

Coincidentally, when the crane operator drove the crane in front of Yu Dawei, he was completely stunned.

For no other reason than that this is his own boss's gas station, and his own boss is standing outside the gas station watching his crane.

"Boss?!" The young driver saw his boss and, forgetting all about driving, quickly pulled the handbrake, jumped out of the car, and handed him a cigarette from his pocket.

His boss is always elusive, and he only sees him a few times a year. This time, he's finally got a chance to show his face.

"Hehe, I don't smoke, you can smoke yourself." Yu Dawei saw the sunny and cheerful young man in front of him and smiled back at him.

He remembered the little guy; his name was Tang Chao, and he was from Xianfeng Village in his hometown. A few years ago, he went to a technical school and studied driving.

Later, he became Huang Man's apprentice. He was either Huang Man's third or fourth apprentice, Yu Dawei couldn't quite remember.

But the little guy left a deep impression on him. He was always cheerful and always grinning. Because he behaved so well, Yao Jinfu later specially gave him the only crane in the repair shop.

The crane is currently working in the oil city; there aren't many jobs back home, and the prices aren't high enough. This is what Yao Jinfu told Yu Dawei. Yu Dawei didn't interfere much; he trusted Yao's abilities.

The owner of the advertising company next door was shocked to see Xiao Tang calling General Manager Yu "boss." It turned out they were in cahoots. He thought the money Xiao Tang was spending was really bad.

He ignored the crane operator, Xiao Tang, and quickly dealt with his own affairs: ensuring the spacing between the large red characters was consistent, the height of the characters was uniform, and the welding points were properly secured so that they wouldn't fall down with a gust of wind.

Yu Dawei also spoke a few words to Tang Chao, which were nothing more than encouraging him to do a good job and to contact Manager Yao in time if he encountered any difficulties.

Then the crane started lifting the large red characters, and then the workers welded them on.

Once everything was settled, the name of the gas station was naturally revealed to everyone: New Century Gas Station.

Yu Dawei and Han Jingfan had been thinking about this name for a long time. They had originally wanted to call the gas station "Fanfan Gas Station," but this time Han Jingfan absolutely refused to use her own name again.

Every time she went to Fanfan Repair Shop and saw the big characters on the signboard, she had an indescribable feeling. In order to prevent Yu Dawei from continuing to cause trouble using her name, she finally helped Yu Dawei come up with the name "New Century".

The main reason is that the gas station was established in 2000, and we hope that it can continue into the next century.

Yu Dawei felt the meaning was very good, so he contacted an advertising company that night to help him get the font done.

The moment the lettering was completed, the gas station was ready to open for business at any time.

The New Century Gas Station has two underground oil storage tanks, six refueling pumps in two rows, and a 60-square-meter management room.

The management office also has various snacks, cigarettes, alcohol, tea, pastries, and so on.

In addition, there is a newly built toilet next door. It is not a dry toilet but a squat toilet with a pump to dispense water. It is connected to the biogas digester of the warehouse converted into a living area in the distance.

Why does Yu Dawei have so little cash flow now? Actually, most of his previous spending was on National Highway 301, but it was well worth it.

His gas station is now just as big as the Sinopec gas station across the street. It may have a few fewer fuel pumps, but Yu Dawei has already reserved space for it. Business is really picking up, so he can definitely add more fuel.

Yu Dawei didn't bother with anything more detailed. In his past life, he had seen some gas stations that sold books and coffee, but now it was completely unnecessary for him. He couldn't retain people in that area anyway, so it would be a waste of time.

Finally, he sourced the oil from various channels. Yu Dawei looked for many oil delivery channels, both official and unofficial.

Of course, the quality of oil varies greatly. In the early stages, he planned to make small profits but sell more. He could get cheaper oil by sourcing from unofficial suppliers. In short, he wanted to retain customers first.

Just as I was pondering this, three black official cars pulled up to the gas station, and a group of people got out, some wearing blue uniforms and some not.

"Hello, is the person in charge of your gas station here? We're from the Industry and Commerce Bureau, here for a routine inspection." A middle-aged man with a square face locked onto Yu Dawei, stepped over, and asked directly.

"A routine inspection?" Yu Dawei frowned. Judging from the aggressive demeanor, it didn't seem like a routine inspection; it looked more like they had found some evidence to arrest someone.

"Yes, please show us the relevant qualifications of the gas station." As he spoke, the man began to instruct his men to walk around the gas station.

Yu Dawei gave the monkey a look, and the monkey instantly understood. Then, he led two apprentices to watch over the group of people.

Yu Dawei then returned to the warehouse's living area, took the gas station's license from the safe, walked up to the square-faced middle-aged man, and handed it to him.

It has a license for retail sales of refined oil products.

It has a license for the sale of refined petroleum products.

Hazardous chemicals business license.

Refined oil storage license.

Land use permit.

When the square-faced middle-aged man saw the area on the land use permit, his previously furrowed brows changed completely!
Good heavens, this whole area belongs to this person! What the hell are we even investigating now!
The power and background behind such a person are not something a nobody like me can afford to offend.

"Alright, there's no problem." The square-faced middle-aged man handed back all the qualifications and licenses to Yu Dawei. His face softened from its previous seriousness, and his tone became more approachable. "However, since it's a newly opened gas station, and there are still residents living nearby, there is still a risk. I hope you will be more careful in your daily life."

"Let's go." The square-faced middle-aged man gestured for the others to leave. Seeing that no other loopholes had been found, everyone got into the car and left without further ado.

Yu Dawei stood still, watching as three black government cars turned around in the distance and drove towards the city center.

His brow remained furrowed; he could sense that someone was targeting him.

The reason he was so confident was because of the licenses and qualifications he possessed.

On the other side, the square-faced middle-aged man sitting in the passenger seat took out a small black flip phone after getting in the car and made a call.

"Hey? I've been to the place. They have all the necessary qualifications and everything is very well-regulated. There shouldn't be any problems with opening for business."

"Impossible! I investigated. That gas station took less than two months from construction to completion. Even if it took three months, the necessary qualifications for gas stations couldn't have been obtained so quickly. This person is definitely up to something!" The voice on the other end of the phone had a southern accent and a slight lisp.

"The possibility is right in front of us, let's just let this go." The middle-aged man with a square face sounded impatient, clearly not very close to the person on the phone.

"Since we've already had a meal, Mr. Chen, I might as well tell you something else. This guy owns 30 acres of land near 301." The square-faced middle-aged man stopped there and said, "Alright, that's all. Bye."

(End of this chapter)