No matter how big the tsunami is, there are places that cannot be reached. When Jiangnan Province is racking its brains for its own face, when Chen Geng and the dealers and supporting providers are quarreling over cooperation plans, in the distant mountain city, people are living in a dull manner according to their established pace of life. What happened in Haizhou seems to have not had any impact on them at all, is it true?

Shancheng, Wangjiaba, a few men were pushing a Runhua brand three-wheeled motorcycle to a small motorcycle repair shop, which was still ten meters away from the repair shop. The man in charge shouted loudly: "Master Zuo, Master Zuo, are you there? Please help me see what's going on with my car."

"Okay!" Someone in the repair shop responded. A moment later, a middle-aged man wearing a dirty blue basketball vest walked out of the house, with a cigarette hanging on his mouth, squinted his eyes and looked at the tricycle, asking, "What's the situation? What's wrong?"

"I don't know, the engine shuts off while running. I don't know what the situation is," the owner quickly added: "I just added fuel, it's not that there is no fuel."

"Just added fuel?" Master Zuo nodded and casually ordered the person who helped push the cart: "Find two bricks and block it behind." As he spoke, he skillfully pulled out the key from the front of the car, opened the gas tank cover and sniffed it. Then he waved his hand and said with great confidence: "You have added inferior oil."

"What? Low-quality oil?" The owner of the car was a little confused: "I added it at the gas station..."

"Can't there be fake oil at the gas station?" Master Zuo replied calmly, and while speaking, he pulled the oil pipe out of the carburetor, found something and put some gasoline in it, pointed to the gasoline in the cup and said to the owner of the car: "Look at the gasoline, the color is obviously wrong, and there is also inside. Look at the suspended objects in it. Can the oil at regular gas stations be like this? Don't refuel at a small gas station in the future, as problems are likely to arise."

The owner of the car looked at it and found that it was not the case. The gasoline in the cup looked different from the normal gasoline. Not only was the color dark red, but there were also many floating objects inside, and I didn’t know what it was.

People in Bashu area eat a lot of chili peppers and their tempers are as hot as chili peppers. Seeing that there is indeed a problem with gasoline, the owner of the car jumped and scolded: "Son of Turtle, I'm a fairy-like man! The bastard dares to sell fake oil to me? I just said Runhua's motorcycle is of good quality, how could it be inexplicably turned off... Master Zuo, do you think this car is easy to repair?"

"It's so repairable, simple," Master Zuo nodded: "Populate all the oil in the fuel tank and change to a box of good oil." He kicked his feet and started it up, and said: "Also, the quality of the oil you added is too poor and there is too much residue. He blocked the carburetor and had to wash it."

"Ah? All this oil is over?" The owner of the car felt a little distressed: a box of oil is not cheap.

"You are still planning to keep it home to cook?" The person who came with the car owner laughed.

Master Zuo was kind and said, "It's a pity to pour it down. If you make it out, you can sell it cheaper to those who sell gasoline blowtorches. They will definitely collect it. They will lose some money, but it's better than pouring it."

"I want it, I want it," the boss of the car nodded quickly: Although it would be a little bit of money to deal with a gasoline blowtorch, it was better than losing it all: "Master Zuo, do you have a bucket here? I'll put oil on it."

"Yes," Master Zuo nodded and shouted loudly to the room: "Xiaoying, come over with a 10-liter oil barrel."

"Here you come." Someone in the room responded crisply. After a moment, a **-year-old girl walked out with a plastic bucket.

"Just put the oil in the bucket for me," the owner of the car hurriedly stepped forward and took the oil bucket and said, "Master Zuo, I'll give it to you tomorrow or the next."

"Don't worry, I'll send it to me whenever I have time." Master Zuo, who was dismantling the carburetor, responded. Most of the people who come here to repair cars are familiar with each other, and it is very common to borrow something occasionally.

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Since 1982, Master Zuo is a well-known motorcycle repair expert in Wangjiaba. When it comes to Master Zuo's craftsmanship, no one is not going to give a thumbs up. Looking at Master Zuo's car repair is simply a pleasure. While watching Master Zuo's skillful disassembly and cleansing carbides, a few bored people chat with Master Zuo: "Master Zuo, do you know, the newspaper I read this morning and said Runhua Industrial... is the motorcycle I bought... They are looking for partners nationwide. What do you think? It would be better to build a factory by yourself if you want to increase production. Isn't this giving money to others?"

"What do you mean?" Master Zuo, who was lowering his head to remove the carburetor, raised his head. Repairing things is boring anyway. Chatting with customers is the most common way for car repair masters to spend time. When he heard it, Master Zuo thought it was Runhua Industrial who wanted to find partners nationwide. As he listened, he felt something was wrong: Why are you expanding your production capacity and giving money to others? Master Zuo asked curiously: "Aren't they looking for partners who supply them with parts?"

"Where," the person who spoke smacked his lips, with an expression of "people in the city can play": "The motorcycle market is too booming now, and Runhua Industrial's production capacity cannot keep up. If you want to expand your production capacity, you will directly increase the production capacity by 1.2 million vehicles this time! The people in Northeast China are really rich!"

"Yes, this group of Northeastern people are really rich!" Several people nodded.

Although in terms of geographical location, Jiangnan Province is considered to be the south, just like the people in the Demon City who think that outsiders are all rural people. For people in the Bashu area, as long as those north of the Yangtze River are all from the Northeast.

"So," Master Zuo said while cleaning the dirty carburetor: "Runhua Industrial has increased the production capacity of 1.2 million motorcycles, so why has it become a fool to give money to others?"

"Old Zuo, you don't know how Runhua Industrial does it. If you know, you have to scold it..." Seeing that everyone was interested in what they said, the boss of the car came to his elasticity, he slapped his thigh hard, deliberately shook his burden: "Guess, what are their Runhua Industrial going to do?"

"How to do it?"

"Yes, what's wrong? Lao Tu, don't keep it..."

"Okay, I said, you definitely can't guess that they invested in technology, management and products, and selected two groups of people from suppliers. These two groups of people contributed to form two new companies, and then selected two groups of people from suppliers. These two groups of people contributed to form a new company, and finally found the boss from society to build two companies... By the way, I heard that Runhua Industrial will sell the shares of this company to these shareholders in 10 years. Do you think Runhua Industrial is a fool?"

"I understand. I think Runhua Industrial is very powerful. It means that they have 6 companies without paying a penny. They are not stupid." The friend of the boss of the car disagrees with this. Anyway, they are bored and they are fine. Everyone has nothing to do to grind their teeth.

"Why isn't it a fool? Runhua Industrial is so rich. If I were me, I would open all these factories by myself. No one else can make any penny of money from me. The money I earn is mine..."

"You are so smart, why haven't you become a big boss..."

Listening to the bored quarrel of several people, Master Zuo, who was dismantling the carburetor, couldn't help but pause.

Looking back on the years, I have gone up the mountains and down the countryside. When I went up the mountains and back to the city, I was unwilling to do nothing for the rest of my life, and took advantage of the opportunity of reform and opening up to make a fortune. At first, I sold martial arts novels, later I started to trade fruits, and later I started to trade clothes. But I seemed to have poor fortunes, and the people who did business with me all became famous bosses from all over the world. When I was selling fruits in bad weather, the fruits rotted in the middle; I was cheated of reselling clothes, and I didn’t even have the travel expenses to go home. I started doing business in 1979. In a few years, I had only made more than 2,000 yuan of capital left. If I hadn’t learned engine repair after learning how to repair my brother-in-law later.

Although it has been almost 9 years since 1982 when it was working on motorcycle repairs, and even earned thousands of dollars a day when the business was good, now my family also has a deposit of 10,000 yuan. My family can count in the entire Wangjiaba, but why do I still feel unwilling to do it?

A few days ago, a friend from Guizhou Province entrusted himself to go to Jialing Motorcycle Factory to buy a three-wheeled motorcycle. He saw that the factory business was so good and there were so many hotels nearby waiting to pick up the car. Why was he so envious at that time? I heard that when Runhua Industrial's annual motorcycle production capacity reached 3 million vehicles, why did he feel so excited?

I remember that I am also 38 years old. I should be honest with my wife and children. With this motorcycle repair shop, my family also earns tens of thousands of dollars a year. I am considered a high-income group in the mountain city, but why am I still so unwilling to accept it?

Although I know it is unlikely, how great it would be if I could become a partner of Runhua Industrial. One factory has an annual production capacity of 200,000 yuan...

At this moment, the words of a few idle men grinding their teeth seemed to be getting further and further away from themselves...

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The technology developed by motorcycle repairs in the past 10 years is not blown. Soon, he disassembled the carburetor and cleaned it again and reinstalled it. He quickly installed the carburetor and added a few liters of gasoline to the completely empty fuel tank. After starting the cycle with his feet a few times, he brought the accelerator a little, and the engine immediately started to run happily. Master Zuo clapped his hands and said, "Okay."
Chapter completed!