In the 90s, you could acquire max-level skills every 14 days.

Speaking of Liu Decai, his car repair skills are mediocre, but his silver tongue is top-notch.

The day after Zhang Yong left, he started spreading rumors everywhere.

Wang Laowu from the Tongxian Transportation Team later told Wei Shuyun the truth.

"The night Liu Decai sang at Hong Piao Liang, he drank half a jin of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor), and while holding the microphone, he spoke to seven or eight people—"

"Wei Dabiao is finished. He suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and doesn't have many days left. His daughter is just a little girl; she can't handle it. The distillery will go bankrupt sooner or later."

"If you've already signed a supply contract with them, cancel it as soon as possible. Otherwise, you might end up losing money because they can't supply you."

How fast did this news spread?

Within three days, the Tongxian Supply and Marketing Cooperative and the two township sales outlets all called to say they would suspend the next quarter's procurement plan, "until Director Wei recovers."

One of my long-time customers, whom I've known for five years, froze the remaining balance of over two thousand yuan from last year, saying, "Let's see how things go."

When Wei Shuyun finished the phone call at home and put down the receiver, her hands were shaking.

Her mother sat at the dinner table, her hand holding the chopsticks so tightly she couldn't put them down, and she burst into tears.

In the end, it was her mother who spoke up.

"Don't let your dad know about this."

But the truth will out.

Wei Dabiao was lying in a hospital bed when he heard this from the person in the next bed.

The woman in the next bed works as a purchasing agent in the transportation team; the news came from Old Li.

The person in the next bed just said it casually.

"Brother Wei, everyone outside is saying you're going to die, and you're not doing anything about it. Will your family's winery end up being your daughter's?"

Wei Dabiao was drinking porridge at the time, and his blood pressure rose again from anger.

They were shouting that they wanted to be discharged from the hospital.

The nurses couldn't stop them.

"Who said that?"

"Who the hell said I, Wei Dabiao, am going to die!"

Wei Dabiao exhaled a foul breath from his nose.

"Go, call my daughter and bring the car over."

……

The next day at 10 a.m.

Tongxian County, Lida Auto Repair Shop.

The two Dongfeng trucks in the yard were still the same as last time, with bricks lining them and covered in dust.

Liu Decai was squatting in front of the tin table doing accounts, a Hongmei cigarette dangling from his mouth, ash scattered all over the floor.

Behind him, four apprentices were disassembling the gearbox of a bread truck, the clanging and rattling sounds coming from the shed.

Outside the courtyard gate, the sound of an engine grew louder as it approached.

A black Volkswagen Santana pulled up smoothly in front of Lida Auto Repair Shop.

These days, you couldn't find more than ten people in Tongzhou who could afford a Santana.

Liu Decai stood up, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his neck stretched out long.

He hadn't even seen whose car it was yet.

The back door opened first.

Wei Dabiao got out of the car, and Wei Shuyun quickly got out to help him up.

He was thinner than last time, but his back was ramrod straight, and he stood firmly on the gravel ground.

Zhang Yong emerged from behind Wei Dabiao.

Then two people got out of the front seat of the Santana; they were the truck drivers from Wei Family Winery.

The two stood behind Wei Dabiao, without saying a word.

Liu Decai was startled and dropped the red plum he was eating.

It fell onto his own shoe, burning him so badly he shivered.

"Wei...Wei Dabiao, are you alright?"

Wei Dabiao ignored him and first glanced at the two cars in the yard.

Vehicles number two and three had bricks under their wheels, and their bodies were covered with a layer of yellow dust. The windshields were so dirty that you couldn't see inside.

He turned and glanced at Liu Decai.

Just one glance.

Liu Decai took half a step back, his eyes darting around.

"Oh! Director Wei, your health... well... I was just worried about you..."

Wei Dabiao stretched out his right hand and pointed his index finger at Liu Decai's chest.

The sound wasn't loud, but everyone in the courtyard could hear it clearly.

"Liu Decai".

Whether I'm well-liked in the county or not is my own business.

"But you've been spreading rumors that I'm paralyzed and that my family's winery is going to go bankrupt, causing me to lose two orders."

He took a step forward.

"You think I'm easy to bully?"

Liu Decai's face flushed red and then turned pale, and his lips moved slightly.

"Director Wei, this is a misunderstanding... I was just saying it casually, I didn't mean anything by it..."

"Just saying?"

Wei Dabiao's tone turned somber.

"What you said on that table with Old Li? What you said in the nightclub? Who told Manager Liu of Tongxian Department Store?"

He said it word by word.

"You think you, Liu Decai, are the only one who knows people in Tongxian? I, Wei Dabiao, have been running a winery here for eight years."

"Director Zhang from the county's supply and marketing cooperative has been drinking with me for five years, Old Cheng from the Public Security Bureau even came to my house to get some wine last Chinese New Year, and Section Chief Zhao from the Transportation Bureau used my family's wine for his wedding banquet!"

Wei Dabiao slapped the metal table.

"You can fix cars, I can brew alcohol. You have connections, while I'm all alone?"

Liu Decai shut his mouth completely.

The four apprentices behind him also shrank back into the shed, not daring to breathe.

The courtyard was so quiet that you could hear the cicadas chirping on the telephone poles.

Wei Dabiao turned around and smiled at Zhang Yong.

"Yongzi."

"I'll leave the rest to you."

Zhang Yong nodded and walked directly to car number two.

He smashed the bricks that were under the wheels one by one and opened the hood.

The panel flickered at the edge of my field of vision.

[Auto Repair Lv.3: Progress 91% (AFK... 33x speed)]

Zhang Yong bent down and looked at it for three seconds.

The head gasket has the same problem as the first car—it's blown.

Coolant seeped out from the sealing surface, forming a layer of white alkaline residue on the side of the cylinder block.

He pulled out a gasket from his canvas bag. Old Zhao had found two extra gaskets in the cotton mill warehouse, and now they were all in use.

Zhang Yong rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the socket wrench, and began tightening the bolts diagonally.

Liu Decai stood three meters away, watching, his expression a mix of guilt and shock.

half an hour.

The engine of car number two roared back to life.

A wisp of smoke came out of the exhaust pipe, which dissipated in two seconds. The idle speed was smooth and the sound was clean.

Zhang Yong wiped the oil off his hands and walked directly to car number three.

The problem with car number three is a bit more complicated than the first two.

When Zhang Yong opened the hood, the system sent him a message.

[Auto Repair Level 3 Perception: Water pump bearing wear, impeller axial movement exceeds standard. Cooling circulation efficiency decreased by approximately 40%. Additionally, the cylinder head gasket is also corroded.]

Zhang Yong rummaged through the canvas bag.

There is no backup water pump.

Zhang Yong squatted down, thought for two seconds, then stood up and looked at Liu Decai.

Do you have any Dongfeng-140 water pumps in your warehouse?

Liu Decai opened his mouth.

"Huh? You're asking me? Yes...yes, I do..."

"Give it to me."

Liu Decai nodded and ran towards the warehouse, his footsteps crackling on the gravel.

Half a minute later, he ran back carrying a water pump assembly in both hands, the anti-rust oil on the pump body still intact.

New document.

Zhang Yong took it and glanced at the label; it was from the original manufacturer.

Twenty minutes later, car number three also came back to life.

Two Dongfeng trucks were parked side by side in the yard of Lida Auto Repair Shop, their engines humming with the characteristic dullness of diesel engines.

Wei Dabiao stood in the middle of the yard, looking at the two cars, his face paling slightly.

He turned and glanced at Liu Decai.

"I, Lao Wei, am a businessman. Just tell me, how much is the water pump?"

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