The Supreme Beauty Fell in Love with Me

The crux of the matter is that this engineering project is great, associated with big company sites. Payments are promptly made.

"Chuanzi." Zhou Kai came out with a beaming smile.

"What are you busy with, lad?" Lin Chuan asked.

"I'm figuring out what these machine tools are used for," Zhou Kai replied with a smile.

"They're used for producing precision parts," Lin Chuan replied, then asked, "What used to be made at the Changlin Factory?"

"They made elevators," Zhou Kai answered.

"Exactly," Lin Chuan nodded, saying, "Now the elevator market has been monopolized by others, so it's tough going in that sector. However, these machine tools can still be used to make other things."

"Like what?" Zhou Kai asked.

"Other components," Lin Chuan said with a smile, "What components are hot sellers right now?"

"Probably car parts," Zhou Kai responded with a smile.

"Hmm!" Lin Chuan nodded, saying, "What if we get some specifications for car parts, and then model according to those specifications, and produce them? What do you think?"

"Feels... okay," Zhou Kai pondered and said, "But we don't have the money."

"Yes, what we're really short on now is money," Lin Chuan rubbed his hands together, saying, "Damn, no money makes even the hero powerless."

"No rush," Zhou Kai said, "Chuanzi, we're just starting our business venture, there's still a long road ahead. A great man once said, taking too big a step, you might end up stretching yourself too thin. So, let's take it easy and not stride too far."

"Alright then," Lin Chuan nodded, saying, "Let's leave this matter for later, but you need to take good care of these three machine tools, they might be very useful later. Buying such machines now might cost us millions, once sold by Liu Jianguo, it'd be hard to buy them back."

"Don't worry, I've got this," Zhou Kai patted his chest.

"Good," Lin Chuan nodded.

Lin Chuan wandered around this huge factory, where many items were piled up. This time, Lin Chuan once again saw that old Jeep that had once been glorious. It was a genuine domestic Jeep. From its dim paint on the door, you could clearly make out the words "Beijing Jeep-212."

This was a pure domestic Jeep, where the 212 model was an upgrade from the 210. Since the 210 had a small body, poor carrying capacity, and was outdated compared to the Soviet GAZ-69 jeep, it was upgraded to the Beijing Jeep 212.

At that time, the 212 off-road vehicle was called 'Middle Jeep,' and was only available to those at the county level or above and regiment level. There were two versions of the 212 at the time; one with four doors and five seats, and another with three doors and multiple seats. Both versions of 212 had the same front design and configuration. On the dashboard, besides the steering wheel, it was hard to see anything else, even the turn signal switch and wiper switch were old-fashioned lever switches, and the same was true for the headlight switch, which had two positions; pulling it out one level for low beams and two levels for high beams.

"Chuanzi, why are you staring at this old car?" Zhou Kai laughed.

"Can this car be moved out?" Lin Chuan asked.

"What's up?" Zhou Kai looked puzzled at Lin Chuan.

"Let's try to fix up this car," Lin Chuan laughed, "No matter what, this car once carried so many people's memories and hopes."

"This..." Zhou Kai was dumbfounded, "What's the use in fixing this old car? Parts are hard to find, this car is from the seventies and eighties."

"Think of a way!" Lin Chuan laughed.

He vaguely remembered, as a child, the factory director standing atop this imposing Jeep, waving to the thousands of factory workers and their families, the scene was truly imposing and dominant. Lin Chuan still can't forget it to this day. The bustling scene was even more festive than the New Year. These memories, indeed, belonged only to people of that era.

"Alright," Zhou Kai reluctantly nodded, "I'll bring this car out later and check which parts are problematic. Then we'll figure something out."

"Done!" Lin Chuan revealed a smile.

Zhou Kai was quite adept with car repairs, able to restore those two eight-wheelers back to looking brand new. Lin Chuan stayed at the scene for a while, repeatedly cautioning Zhou Kai to be wary of Liu Jianguo. Then he left the factory and returned home.

......

Before we knew it, October had passed in the blink of an eye. The deep autumn of November made people layer up. However, Lin Chuan still wore short sleeves, walking through wind and rain. He had been working as a driver in the City Committee for half a month now, and he found these days quite enjoyable. Although looking at the cold stares from the Song family brothers in the break room every day made him uncomfortable, everything else was not bad.

Zhou Kai and others' dump trucks had also been running for a while now, performing well without any major problems. Long Wu didn't dare to mess around since last time. Liu Jianguo, who had suffered a setback, came to negotiate several times, hoping Zhou Kai and the others would make concessions, but they bluntly refused him each time. Because of this, Liu Jianguo compromised with Zhou Kai, and even proposed to give Zhou Kai a hundred thousand RMB after selling several machines.

"Get lost!" Zhou Kai cursed without hesitation: "Liu Gou, I am not that kind of backstabbing jerk."

"You'll regret this, kiddo." Liu Jianguo roared: "Damn it, I refuse to believe there's no one who can deal with you."

"Go on, bring someone here." Zhou Kai swung his corpulent body, wielding two fire axes.

Frightened, Liu Jianguo bolted outside. Zhou Kai spat disdainfully: "Liu Gou, better not let me see you again, or it's a chop every time I do!"

"You will regret this!" Liu Jianguo shouted as he ran.

Ptooey...

Zhou Kai spat again, showing his disdain for Liu Jianguo. Huang Bo laughed: "Zhou Kai, a hundred thousand... and you don't want it?"

"It's nauseating just to think about it." Zhou Kai snorted coldly.

"Alright then." Huang Bo laughed: "If it were me... I would've taken it."

"Get lost." Zhou Kai glared at Huang Bo, saying: "Your conscience is worth just a hundred thousand RMB?"

"My conscience isn't worth a hundred thousand, fifty... fifty thousand would... would do!" Huang Bo laughed out loud.

.........

No salary paid, no fuel in the Porsche, Lin Chuan's pockets were empty. Even the best car is useless without fuel. Helplessly, Lin Chuan had to walk to work now, it takes at least an hour from Changlin Community to the City Committee, or at least forty minutes if he walked fast, not counting running.

Walking to work was a mood, allowing him to slowly enjoy the US Dollars fluttering past on both sides of the road. He hadn't walked leisurely like this for a long time, especially with a cigarette in his mouth, he could truly relish the view. It pleased both his eyes and his heart.

In deep autumn, passersby had already donned coats, but Lin Chuan still wore a thin shirt, a shirt that Tang Yumeng had bought for him. Mainly because Tang Yumeng couldn't stand him wearing camouflage every day, making him look like a worker by the roadside, and most importantly, he often got mistaken for a worker looking to claim unpaid wages at the City Committee. Therefore, Tang Yumeng had no choice but to buy him a set of white shirt and black trousers.

It must be said, clothes make the man, and dressing up had changed Lin Chuan's demeanor. Tang Yumeng had issued a firm order that he must wear the white shirt and black trousers to work every day. Since he was a driver, he needed to look the part; otherwise, the appearance would be disgraceful. Lin Chuan had to agree and wore this 'uniform' to and from work every day.

Not long after he walked, he encountered a group of people up ahead, something seemed to have happened.

Originally, Lin Chuan didn't intend to join the crowd as spectating itself was an unethical act. However, when he heard a girl's begging voice, he decided to go and see what was happening, wondering if it was another cliché scenario of rogues harassing a beauty.

After Lin Chuan squeezed through, he discovered it was Long Wu, the little guy along with a few of his youths, surrounding a girl.

The girl, about seventeen or eighteen, pushed a twenty-six-inch bicycle, and dressed with a ponytail, had delicate features, fair skin, and was about 1.65 meters tall, slim with slightly outdated and short trousers, suggesting she had outgrown them since last year. She stood with her body shrunken, trembling, her eyes filled with fear like a flower shivering in the cold wind.

"You little bitch, thinking of slipping away after borrowing thousands from us?" Long Wu sneered: "My money isn't something you can just dismiss."

"Uncle, I…I really don't have any money," the girl pleaded with the group: "I've already dropped out of school and I'm trying to earn and pay you back."

"With that salary of yours? Not even enough to cover the interest!" A dyed-blonde youth beside him sneered: "You probably can't even pay it off in this lifetime."

"But… I really have no way!" The girl was almost in tears, her face blushing with the embarrassment of being surrounded by so many people, her thin clothes seemed cold in the early morning, about ten degrees. Some old men and women had already put on their winter cotton-padded jackets.

"I have a way." Long Wu, with a cigar clenched in his teeth, his neck adorned with a glaringly golden necklace, said.

"I... I don't want to!" The girl seemed to guess what nasty idea he had, and she stubbornly refused.

"Just accompany me for a few nights, hehe, and we can settle this account," Long Wu's gaze was sinister as he ogled the girl, his eyes seemingly eager to strip her clean. The contrast between the girl's trembling figure and his arrogant demeanor was stark.

"Haha, sleeping with our boss for a few nights to earn thousands, you wish," Little Blond laughed: "Your pussy isn't gold-plated."

The girl's face flushed, she tightly held onto her bicycle, with a basket at the back filled with scattered boxed lunches on the ground, soup and vegetables spilled all over. The surrounding spectators were angrily silent, many of whom knew Long Wu was the bully of Huainan Road.