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

Chapter 77 Mr. Qian's Predicament

"I think Wang Ergouzi's time in the village is over," said the crippled man sitting next to him. His words were tantamount to sentencing Wang Ergouzi.

Everyone in the surrounding villages knows that the third cripple of the Yu family is a knife under Yu Quan's command. Once the knife is drawn, there is no one he cannot deal with.

"Whether he can continue to live in the village in the future is still uncertain." Yu Quan's words struck the elderly people around him as having a profound meaning.

Fatty Qian looked a little embarrassed; he had some money left, but not much.

A while ago, I acquired some old items in Jizhou, all of which were quite valuable. I originally came to Northeast China with the intention of just trying my luck, but I never expected to stumble upon such a big find.

Thinking about the money left in his pocket, he realized it totaled over 20,000 yuan. Looking at Yu Dawei, he didn't seem like a wealthy person.

He gritted his teeth and stared at Yu Dawei: "Young man, it's not easy to make money, especially since you're a farmer. I advise you not to spend your money on useless things."

"No need for your concern. I'll make this clear: this belongs to the Yu family, and no one is taking it away today." Yu Dawei stared directly at the other party, exuding an air of dominance.

"Okay, okay, okay!" Fatty Qian nodded and smiled slightly: "Then there's no room for discussion."

"That makes things much simpler. Just throw money at it. Whoever throws the most gets the money." After saying that, Fatty Qian took out another five thousand yuan from his black leather bag. "Fifteen thousand. If you have more money, you can keep throwing money."

Fatty Qian appeared relaxed and calm, but in reality, he was as panicked as a dog.

Leave yourself some money for food and lodging. Does this kid really have any left?

If all else fails, I'll take out those old antiques from the car to scare him. If I don't show off my strength, he won't back down easily.

The box was full of gold and silver; he refused to believe it couldn't intimidate the other party.

Yu Dawei remained expressionless as he reached into his third pocket. He had already divided the money when he came out, and now it was perfect for him to slowly smash it.

He wanted to see if the other party was truly powerful.

He put the five thousand yuan back on his stack of money.

The people in the surrounding village were all numb, staring blankly at the money on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), and Yu Dawei was also unable to describe his feelings at this moment.

They all realized that Yu Dawei definitely wasn't working on a construction site. They wondered which bastard had spread the rumor! Could working as a bricklayer really earn that much?
It's only been a few months, and he's already made so much money.

The happiest person was Wang Ergouzi, who was sitting on the kang (a heated brick bed). He couldn't suppress the smile on his face at that moment, and he only had one thought in his mind: "Keep going, don't stop! The other party has also taken out five thousand, Boss Qian, keep it up!"

Boss Qian's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and his gaze toward Yu Dawei grew colder and colder: "You really won't turn back until you hit a brick wall."

Mr. Qian got up and left the house. When he returned, he was carrying a huge black leather suitcase with both hands. It was more than a meter long and half a meter wide. When he opened it, it was filled with all sorts of old objects.

The crowd stared in fascination at the various antiques in the suitcase. Although they didn't understand them, they recognized gold. There was a Buddha head inside that was bigger than a fist, carved from gold. How much was that worth?

"Heh, any one of these items could buy three or four houses," Fatty Qian scoffed at Dawei. "You're trying to compare yourself to me? What do you have to offer?"

Yu Dawei didn't waste any words with him, and didn't even glance at the contents of the box, his gaze fixed directly on Fatty Qian: "Pay up."

Fatty Qian felt like his heart had been squeezed. Was this guy an idiot? Couldn't he see how many good things he had?
Do you think I'm short of money?! You better stop now!

"If you don't make a move, I'll just give you another dollar and it's mine." Yu Dawei tried his best to interrupt the other person's thoughts, regardless of what he was thinking. "Pay! I just want to tell you that I have plenty of money!" This time, Fatty Qian didn't take money out of his black leather bag, but instead took out two thousand yuan from his pocket and threw it on the kang (a heated brick bed). "I won't make things difficult for you. Judging from your appearance, you probably don't have much money left. Two thousand yuan is enough to keep you in check."

Yu Dawei glanced at the stack of money on the other party with a blank expression, his heart pounding. He was not as calm as he appeared on the surface.

He had a total of 18,000 yuan in his pocket, but now he took out 15,000 yuan, which was originally Yu Dawei's ideal price.

I never expected that I would still have to use the last three thousand yuan.

Fortunately, the other party didn't seem as terrifying as I had imagined. They spoke eloquently, and I reckon they didn't have much money left in their pockets.

Yu Dawei felt even more confident and pulled out another three thousand yuan from his pocket.

When everyone saw that Yu Dawei could still pull out money, they were all stunned.

Is this really the same lazy guy we used to know? We can't laugh at him next time we meet.

I saw Yu Dawei laughing at people on the street before, and now I'm so ashamed I want to crawl into a hole. He's just a clown.

Three thousand yuan fell on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), and Fatty Qian's heart skipped a beat.

He thought to himself, "It's over!"

I guess I'll miss out on seeing this white jade Guanyin statue.

Sitting on the kang (a heated brick bed), Wang Lao Er looked at Yu Dawei, then at Qian Pangzi, and wondered why this wealthy and powerful Boss Qian was stuck.

They've already thrown out three thousand, keep throwing! Don't stop!
Wang Lao Er's heart was pounding. If there weren't so many people around, he definitely would have burst into song.

"Fine! You want to compete with me? I still have money in my car, you just wait." Fatty Qian turned and walked out of the house.

Yu Dawei's heart sank. He knew the other party must still have some money, but he had already taken out all his savings and still couldn't compete with them. This was really bad.

At that moment, the news of Yu Dawei's price-cutting contest with the out-of-town boss spread quickly throughout the village. All the wives and children, young and old, flocked to Old Wang's house to see if what those people were saying was true.

Yu Dawei is rich now? Impossible!

Who doesn't know Yu Dawei? Every old woman in the village knows him.

I love chatting with pretty girls, although I seem to have run out of sight of one lately. But can I really change my lazy, gluttonous, and lecherous nature?

Most people in the village still hold onto the old ideas. Even if Yu Dawei is rich, they probably borrowed the money from somewhere.

He's borrowed money from loan sharks before.

Inside Old Wang's house, Fatty Qian had already taken all the remaining money out of the car and slapped it onto the kang (a heated brick bed).

"Here's three thousand two hundred yuan. I'm not afraid to tell you, this is all I brought with me this time. If you can offer a higher price, I'll admit defeat and leave immediately." Fatty Qian's expression was arrogant. He also noticed that Yu Dawei's forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat.

This guy is faking it; he's probably broke.

This round is in the bag for me!
(End of this chapter)