Reborn Industrial Tycoon

Master Cai got into the car, got into the cab, started the old Jiefang, gave it a full kick of oil, and left the auto repair shop.

"Go and refuel first, fill up the tank, and then go to the train station to load the goods."

Thinking of this, Master Cai went straight to the transportation company's gas station.

As soon as I stepped on the accelerator, the old Jiefang's engine made a roaring sound, which was a bit more powerful than the tractors of later generations. Not only that, as the engine rotated, the entire body of the car was shaking, and the seats instantly turned into an instant vibration massage mode.

This is an old Jiefang product made in the 1970s, and the quality is really poor.

Master Cai has long been accustomed to enjoying the feeling of vibration massage while driving. He depresses the clutch with both feet, shifts the gear and starts accelerating.

The roar of "Woooooo" was intermittent. Master Cai's experience told him that there seemed to be something wrong with the car and he could no longer continue to fill it with gas.

Sure enough, the next moment, the engine suddenly stalled.

It is normal for an old Jiefang that has been driven for almost ten years to suddenly stall on the way. An experienced driver like Master Cai is already used to it. He restarted the car and continued driving calmly.

Not long after, under Master Cai's kick of the accelerator, the old Jiefang stalled again.

From the repair shop to the gas station and then to the train station, in less than ten kilometers, the old Jiefang stalled six times.

No matter how stupid Master Cai is, he still knows that the car has not been repaired at all.

Seeing that the train station had arrived, but the train was still broken, Master Cai was furious.

At that time, more than nine out of ten drivers in transportation companies had bad tempers.

I saw Master Cai turning the front of the car, stepping on the accelerator, and going to the repair shop.

Then, the old Jiefang stalled again.

"#￥%@#￥%!" A classic Chinese curse came out of Master Cai's mouth.

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"First unscrew the screw on the left, yes, that's the one, and then remove the spring. Oops, why are you so stupid? You pulled it out and it came out..."

In the repair shop, Zhao Hu was instructing an apprentice to disassemble the carburetor.

This kind of work is dirty and troublesome, and regular workers in the workshop don't bother to do it. They let temporary apprentices do it, and they can get familiar with the internal structure of automobile parts.

Although the old carburetor that was replaced is broken, the parts that were removed can still be used. In a place like an auto repair shop, if you save more parts, you might be able to save a car. You can make a profit by rounding it up.

One hundred million.

At this time, the old Jiefang's noisy engine sound sounded from outside the workshop again, which made people feel their eardrums from a long distance away. It was three points more powerful than a tractor.

I saw the old Jiefang that had just been repaired, but it drove in again.

Master Cai jumped out of the car and shouted in a loud voice: "Director Cui, where is Director Cui?"

Cui Dashan trotted in from outside the workshop. When he was approaching the door of the workshop, he didn't forget to put out the cigarette in his hand. It was the one given by Master Cai.

"Master Cai, stop yelling. I'm here. What happened?" Cui Dashan asked.

"The car is not repaired!" Master Cai patted the car door.

"Xiao Zhao, come here!" Cui Dashan called Zhao Hu closer and asked: "Master Cai said the car was not repaired, what's going on?"

"This car has been repaired!" Zhao Hu continued with a confused look: "This car can't start, because the carburetor is broken. I replaced it with a new one, and then it can start. Master Cai also

The car has driven away."

"It can start the ignition, but it stalls as soon as the oil is put in." Master Cai snorted coldly, and then said: "This car has not been repaired at all!"

Cui Dashan took a look and said: "This is the batch of liberation cars that our company has produced in the past seven years, right? This batch of cars has many problems and is troublesome to repair. I will find another master to take a look at them right away."

"Well, that's right. When I was about to drive away just now, no one said that if the engine stalls halfway, drive the car back and ask a master to take a look again." Master Cai replied.

"Who is that?" Cui Dashan was stunned for a moment, and asked with confusion on his face: "Who is that?"

"I didn't know, he's from your auto repair shop anyway." Master Cai replied casually.

A trace of gloom suddenly appeared on Cui Dashan's face.

"There is a master in the workshop who has long seen that the car has not been repaired! Since he knew that the car has not been repaired, why did he let Lao Cai drive the car away? Is this deliberately trying to trip me up? Could it be some bastard?

Has Laozi taken a liking to my position as workshop director?"

Cui Dashan became wary. For people of this age group, they have experienced too much, and the "struggle thinking" in their minds can never be erased.

Master Cai also looked around, and finally saw Li Weidong next to the 1940s Dodge truck in the corner.

"Yes, that's the young man. He told me to turn off the car and then drive back." Master Cai pointed at Li Weidong.

"Why is it Li Weidong?" Cui Dashan was somewhat different. He was about to ignite the fire of struggle, but was instantly extinguished.

How can you fight with a gangster in a workshop?

"Li Weidong, come here!" Cui Dashan shouted.

At this time, Li Weidong was still concentrating on appreciating "antiques". When he heard someone calling him, he immediately turned around and saw Master Cai's old Jiefang driving back, and he guessed what happened.

Li Weidong walked over calmly, and then asked: "Master Cai, does the engine always stall on the road?"

Master Cai nodded: "You're right, it stalls as soon as you press the accelerator. It's better in low gear, but it doesn't work in high gear. I drove back as soon as possible."

"Just drive it back, you have to find a master to take a look at it." Li Weidong said in an old-fashioned way.

Li Weidong didn't look like a young man at all. Master Cai even had the illusion that Li Weidong was older than himself.

Cui Dashan also had a puzzled look on his face. Why did Li Weidong, who usually only knew how to wander around, suddenly seemed to be a different person? A sixteen-year-old young man, but he seemed to have the maturity of a sixty-year-old.

"Li Weidong, what's going on?" Cui Dashan's voice was very crisp, as if he was giving instructions to new recruits in the military camp.

"This car can't start. It's not a problem with the carburetor." Li Weidong remained calm.

"Li Weidong, you don't understand anything, so don't talk nonsense." Zhao Hu pointed at the carburetor that was being dismantled, and then said: "Director Cui, the inside of this carburetor is worn out. If you don't believe me, look at it.

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"The inside of the carburetor is worn out, but have you ever thought about why the carburetor is worn out?" Li Weidong asked.

"A damaged carburetor is nothing new. This car has been driven for almost ten years, so a broken carburetor is normal," Zhao Hu replied.

Li Weidong shook his head helplessly. He picked up a wrench, then opened the engine cover of Lao Jiefang, tapped the connecting pipe of the gasoline filter with the wrench, and then said: "If you remove this and the pipe, you will know why.

The carburetor will go bad."

"You don't know how to repair cars, why should I listen to you!" Zhao Hu said unconvinced.

Although Zhao Hu is only twenty-six or seventeen years old, he is still a repairman who has become an apprentice. Naturally, he will not obey Li Weidong's command.

Cui Dashan looked at the connecting pipe that Li Weidong knocked on, thought thoughtfully for a few seconds, and then showed a surprised expression.

Just listen to Cui Dashan say: "Xiao Zhao, follow what Li Weidong said, remove this and the pipe."

When the workshop director spoke, Zhao Hu didn't dare not listen. He at least stepped forward and removed the pipe connected to the gasoline filter.

The pipe was heavy. Zhao Hu placed the pipe on the ground and saw thick black stuff slowly emerging from the pipe.

"Why is the pipe blocked like this?" Zhao Hu looked surprised.