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

Chapter 136 An affair at an oil shop with an acquaintance in a village supporting the military

In the following days, it seemed that Mr. Yu's shop was truly experiencing a turnaround in fortune.

From morning till night, whether it's a car, a dump truck, or even a motorcycle, they're all either getting their tires patched, repaired, or at the very least, getting their tires in before they leave. One vehicle after another comes in an endless stream!
The business was so successful that it made the other shops in the vicinity envious.

The team members were having a great time! They also learned a lot from Master Xiao during the repair process.

When business picks up, money naturally increases.

Moreover, the reputation of the repair shop and parts store gradually spread throughout the surrounding area.

One afternoon, a convoy suddenly drove from the west toward the repair shop.

Leading the group was a red Jiefang truck, followed by trucks of other colors. The models all appeared to be Jiefang brand, with only slight differences in their decorations, suggesting they were different models produced at different times.

At this moment, Yuko and Daqizi were removing the tires from a Xiali car, while Da Ye and Liu Feng were changing the oil in another truck.

Boss Yu lay back in his rocking chair, mentally calculating his earnings for the day. It's true, opening a shop these days is really profitable, and as his third uncle said, this place is indeed a treasure trove.

Suddenly, he saw a convoy coming from the west. His heart skipped a beat, and with a feeling of unease, he subconsciously thought in the direction of Ma Huijie's convoy.

Previously, Qi Dadu had specifically described the brand of the Ma Huijie team to me, and these Jiefang trucks matched perfectly, including the number.

Just as Yu Dawei was speculating whether it was Ma Huijie's convoy, all seven dump trucks in the convoy stopped outside the shop.

There were seven trucks. The first three were red, the last three were blue, and the last one was white. All the dump trucks were of varying ages, and the tire treads on the wheels were all severely worn.

Three reds, three blues, and one white! That's right, it's definitely Ma Huijie's racing team!
"Is the boss here?" A burly man with a full beard jumped out of the red dump truck at the front. He was broad-shouldered and had a fierce look. There was also a small tuft of hair on his chest that extended from the middle of his vest.

Meanwhile, people got off the other dump trucks as well, some stretching their arms and others twisting their waists.

Driving for long periods of time can cause many drivers to suffer from back problems.

Yu Dawei knew a dump truck driver in his past life. The driver said that after driving for a long time, he could no longer lift his head when he was around forty years old.

In his younger days, he was determined and could still hold his head high even with some medicine, but later even medicine became ineffective, leaving his wife alone in an empty house.

This is a pain that the old master craftsman can never erase for the rest of his life.

"Where's the boss!" Another young, thin man jumped out of the red dump truck at the front of the line. He had dyed his hair yellow.

He glanced at the parts store, revealing an arrogant and domineering expression.

Behind him were two young men who jumped out of the car, standing on either side of Huang Mao, looking arrogantly at the "apprentices" in the repair shop.

"It is me, it is me." Yu Dawei hurriedly stood up from the rocking chair, forced a smile, and walked obsequiously toward the convoy.

Although he appeared calm on the surface, seeing the three men with yellow hair stirred up a storm in his heart!

The next second, he was filled with admiration for his third uncle's wisdom!
So that's how it is! So that's what my third uncle was planning!
No wonder my third uncle was so confident that the other side would definitely be able to buy this waste engine oil; those spies were cleverly planted.

"Stop dawdling! You're delaying my brother Dali's meal, you know that!" The blond-haired man took two arrogant steps forward, glaring at Yu Dawei with his nostrils pointing to the sky! But unintentionally, he secretly winked at Yu Dawei.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't see you all just now. I'm so sorry." Yu Dawei understood and nodded apologetically with a smile.

"Alright, blondie, stop wasting time with him." Dali pushed blondie aside and looked at Yu Dawei. "Change the oil and filters in all the cars! Hurry up, we're in a rush, we need to grab a bite to eat later."

"Okay! I'll change it for you right now." Yu Dawei's eyes darted around. He had finally run into them, so he had to create some opportunities for them.

After thinking for a moment, Yu Dawei said with a wry smile, "However, you have seven cars, not just one, so it will take some time. I'm really sorry."

While expressing his apology, he subtly glanced at the blond-haired man.

Huang Mao, who was standing to the side, was also thinking about how to create an opportunity. When he heard Yu Dawei say this, his eyes lit up!
He remained outwardly calm, took a few steps over to the man, and patted his chest: "Brother Dali! You don't need to worry about it, the three of us will keep an eye on things for you! You take the brothers to the restaurant across the street and order some dishes, everyone must be starving since they haven't eaten anything at noon."

When Huang Mao got to this point, he deliberately leaned close to Dali Ge's ear and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Don't worry, bro, I'll definitely make sure he writes more on the bill."

Upon hearing this, Brother Dali smiled and patted the thin, blond-haired boy's shoulder, saying, "You're a sensible kid. It wasn't for nothing that I called you to my side and personally mentored you."

On the first day these three lads joined the team, Yan Dali took a liking to the skinny, blond-haired guy in front of him. He was clever, knew his place, and knew when to advance and retreat.

Most importantly, she always puts him first and is willing to do any dirty or tiring work. You really can't find such an obedient little follower.

"Make the boss write a larger number on the bill, and have him stamp it too," Yan Dali said in a low voice. Then, with a righteous look, he looked at Huang Mao and said loudly, "You three take good care of the car! Remember to use the best engine oil! And the best filter! I'm taking the brothers to the restaurant across the street to eat first. You can eat after you're done here." The other members of the convoy's eyes lit up when they heard about eating, and they all crowded around Yan Dali.

During the process, some drivers looked at the group of blond-haired men with disdain in their eyes.

You're so loyal to Yan Dali, but he treats you like a dog, and you don't even know your own worth.

"Don't worry, Brother Dali! I guarantee I'll use the best oil!" The blond-haired man didn't care about the disdainful looks from the others. Instead, he smiled and looked at the drivers. "Brothers, go eat first. I'll watch the car for you."

The other two young men echoed their sentiments. But their enthusiasm was met with indifference; the group simply waved goodbye and left without even glancing at them.

Once everyone was completely inside the restaurant across the street, a young man next to the blond-haired guy couldn't help but roll his eyes: "Pah, what a mess!"

The blond-haired man dropped his fawning expression, looked at the restaurant across the street, and couldn't help but curl a cruel smile at the corner of his mouth.

He has endured hardship and bided his time for so long; now it's finally time for him to take revenge!
"Hey! Are you stupid, boss? What are you still standing here for? Hurry up and take me to see your store's good engine oil!" The blond-haired man turned around and looked at Yu Dawei imperiously.

"Alright, then the three young masters, come with me." Yu Dawei glanced at the three men, stood face to face, and after careful observation, finally made up his mind!
These three were the three troublemakers who caused trouble in Yongjun Village back then, and were later completely wiped out by Third Uncle.

Surprisingly, my third uncle sent these three people to be undercover agents for Ma Huijie.

As soon as the three entered, the members of the guard team outside followed them in, and then they quickly closed the shop door.

It's as if they're going to tie these three up.

"Brother Dawei, long time no see!" The blond-haired man, who had been so arrogant just moments before, smiled awkwardly at Yu Dawei.

The two had a very unpleasant incident, especially since he had beaten up the other's subordinate. Ultimately, the blame would fall on the three of them.

Fortunately, they met Master Hou, who was magnanimous and gave the three of them an alternative to being buried alive.

Now, after several months of harsh realities in society, Huang Tao and his two brothers have grown a lot and come to understand what it means to be outmatched.

Although he is still prone to impulsiveness, his arrogance has diminished considerably.

"Long time no see. I'm quite surprised to see the three of you." Yu Dawei gave a wry smile, both surprised that it was the three of them and feeling that fate was really strange, bringing him together with these three people again.

The members of the guard team at the gate exchanged glances and breathed a sigh of relief.

Just now, they were thinking that after these people entered the house, in order to complete the task assigned by their third brother, they should just tie up the three of them right there in the house!
Then they carried the oil can, forcibly added oil to the car, and finally pinned the blame on the three of them.

For example, absconding with the money... Although it's risky, it's definitely worth a try!
However, it seems unnecessary now, because their third brother had already planned everything out.

"Brother Dawei, I've already heard from Third Master that we were very offended in the past. Please forgive us. It's our fault for being young and impetuous, and being fooled by that old bastard from Yongjun Village!" Huang Tao clasped his hands and sincerely apologized to Yu Dawei.

"I'm sorry, Brother Dawei."

"I'm sorry, brother!"

The other two also clasped their hands in apology.

Yu Dawei patted Huang Tao on the shoulder with a sigh: "You're too kind. Let's not talk about the past. Hurry up and change the engine oil."

"Alright!" Huang Tao grinned, then looked at the people in the guard team around him. "Brothers, my name is Huang Tao, you can just call me Huang Mao. The two guys next to me are Blind Man and Skinny. Please give me your guidance."

After saying that, he turned his gaze to Yu Dawei: "Brother Dawei, where's the engine oil? Let's start moving it."

"No rush, just watch." Yu Dawei replied to Huang Mao, then turned around and began to direct the group: "Hu Zi, Da Ye, Liu Feng, You Zi, the four of you go and take the oil pan out, and hurry up and drain the oil out of the car."

"Daqizi, go unscrew all the oil cans, take out the white sugar from the back room, and add some more ingredients to it," Yu Dawei said, pointing to the oil cans hidden behind the shelf.

The team members immediately got busy, and Yu Dawei picked up an adjustable wrench and went out to start draining the oil.

Fortunately, repair shops are now well-equipped, especially with oil change trays.

Yu Dawei had prepared several large iron basins specifically for this matter, so that he wouldn't be without basins to use when changing the oil.

Now, with seven vehicles, all the basins have come in handy.

(End of this chapter)