Rebirth of the Industrial Tycoon

  Chapter 3 Hunzi Repairing a Car

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

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

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

   With one kick of the accelerator, the old Jiefang’s engine made roars, which was a bit more powerful than later tractors. Not only that, as the engine turned, the entire body was shaking, and the seat instantly became a vibrating massage mode.

  This is the old liberation of the 70s, the quality is really bad.

  Master Cai has long been accustomed to driving while enjoying the feeling of vibrating massage. The two-foot clutch is stepped on, and the gear starts to accelerate.

  The roar of “woo woo woo” was intermittent, and Master Cai’s experience told him that there seemed to be a problem with the car and he couldn’t continue to give gas.

  Sure enough, at the next moment, the engine suddenly turned off.

  It is normal for an old Jiefang that has been driving for almost ten years. It is normal for an old driver like Master Cai to suddenly turn off the engine. Old drivers like Master Cai are also used to it.

  It didn't take long for the old Jiefang to turn off again under the throttle of Master Cai.

  From the repair shop to the gas station, and then to the railway station, less than ten kilometers away, the old liberation stalled six times.

  Master Cai is even stupid, knowing that this car has not been repaired at all.

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

  At that time, more than nine out of ten drivers in transportation companies were violent.

  I saw Master Cai turn the front of the car and kicked the accelerator, and he had to repair the workshop.

   Then, Lao Jiefang turned off again.

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

  ...

  "Twist the screw on the left first, yes, that's it, then remove the spring, oh, why are you so stupid, you just pulled it out..."

  In the repair workshop, Zhao Huzheng directed an apprentice to disassemble the carburetor.

  This kind of work is dirty and troublesome. The regular workers in the workshop disdain to do it. They let temporary apprentices do it, and get familiar with the internal structure of auto parts by the way.

Although this old carburetor is broken, the removed parts can still be used. In places like auto repair workshops, if you save more parts, you may be able to save a car. Rounding up is the profit. One hundred million.

  At this time, the old liberation-like noise of the engine sounded from outside the workshop again, and it made people feel that the eardrum was three minutes worse than the tractor.

  I saw the old Jiefang car 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 trot in from the outside of the workshop. When he approached the door of the workshop, he did not forget to pin out the cigarette in his hand. It was the one given by Master Cai.

   "Master Cai, stop yelling, I am here, what happened?" Cui Dashan asked.

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

   "Little Zhao, come here!" Cui Dashan called Zhao Hu to the front and asked, "Master Cai said that the car was not repaired, what's the matter?"

"This car has been repaired!" Zhao Hu continued with a face of confusion: "This car can't catch fire, because the carburetor is broken. I replaced it with a new one, and then it can catch fire. The car drove away."

   "It can start a fire, but when you give the oil, it will turn off." Master Cai snorted, and then said: "This car has not been repaired at all!"

  Cui Dashan took a look and said, “This is the batch of liberation from our company in the past seven years, right? This batch of cars has many problems and it is troublesome to repair. I will find another master to show you right away.”

   "Well, that's right, when I was about to drive away just now, no one said that if the engine was turned off halfway, I would drive the car back and find a master to check it out." Master Cai replied.

   "Who is that?" Cui Dashan was taken aback for a moment, and asked with a puzzled face: "Which and who?"

   "I don't know, it's the person in your auto repair shop anyway." Master Cai replied casually.

  Cui Dashan's face suddenly showed a gloomy look.

"There is a master in the workshop that has long noticed that the car has not been repaired! Since I know that the car is not repaired, why let Lao Cai drive the car away? Is this deliberately causing me to stumble? Did Laozi see the position of my workshop director?"

  Cui Dashan is vigilant. For people of this age, they have experienced too much, and the "struggle thinking" in their minds will 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 boy. He told me that the car should be turned off and then drive back." Master Cai pointed to Li Weidong.

   "Why is Li Weidong?" Cui Dashan was somewhat different. He was about to ignite the fire of struggle and was instantly wiped out.

  Fight with a **** in the workshop!

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

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

  Li Weidong walked over calmly, and then asked: "Master Cai, is there always a flameout on the road?"

  Master Cai nodded: “You’re right, turn off the throttle as soon as you turn on the throttle. It’s better at low gear, and it won’t work if you hang up at high gear. I will drive back quickly.”

   "It's right when you drive back. I have to find a master to show you." Li Weidong said old-fashioned.

  The appearance of Li Weidong does not look like a young man at all. Master Cai even has the illusion that Li Weidong is older than himself.

  Cui Dashan also has a look of doubts. On weekdays, Li Weidong, who only knows about wandering around, suddenly seems to be a different person. The sixteen-year-old young man has a sense of 60-year-old maturity.

   "Li Weidong, what the **** is going on?" Cui Dashan's voice was very crisp, as if he was giving advice to the recruits in the barracks.

   "This car can't catch fire, it's not a problem with the carburetor." Li Weidong was still calm.

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

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

   "The damage to the carburetor is nothing new. This car has been driving for almost ten years, and it is normal for a carburetor to break." Zhao Hu replied.

Li Weidong shook his head helplessly. He picked up a wrench, then opened the engine cover of the old Jiefang, knocked the connecting pipe of the gasoline filter with the wrench, and then said: "You can remove this and the pipe and you will know why. The carburetor will break."

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

  Although Zhao Hu was only twenty-six or seventeen years old, he was a repairman who had gone out of work, so naturally he would not obey Li Weidong's instructions.

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

  Only listen to Cui Dashan said: "Xiao Zhao, according to Li Weidong, take this out of the pipe."

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

  The pipe was heavy. Zhao Hu placed the pipe on the ground, and saw something dark and thick, slowly emerging from the pipe.

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

  　, who still has a recommendation ticket in his hand, give a few friendly recommendation tickets. Thanks for passing the customs.

  (End of this chapter)