Chapter 1: The Incident Occurred Suddenly

  Huang Xiangyun had already contacted the other party on the road and knew that the faulty excavator was at a construction site in Jiangnan. Currently, Songjiang City is undergoing new urban area construction, with large-scale earthwork, so there are more applications of heavy machinery. This has also led some wealthy individuals to start thinking about making money by renting out this type of machinery.

  However, there are not many rich people in Songjiang City, especially those with a net worth of tens of millions. The price of excavators is often over a million yuan, and even installment payments make most people hesitant!

  Huang Xiangyun's Red Day Machinery specializes in various heavy machinery, and the two famous domestic brands (it seems that there are almost no unknown ones) are sold by them. They are also one of the few agents for several foreign famous brands. Their company's sales account for more than 80% of the market share in North China.

  Looking at Huang Xiangyun's experience, the number of excavators brought by Songjiang City is very limited. Far less than other cities in the province. As for cities in other provinces, they are beyond comparison with cities within the province.

  Huang Xiangyun has always wanted to get a few excavators. As long as there are projects or connections, putting them on any construction site can earn 10-18 million yuan per year, and even if it's not that much, they can still make 5-6 million yuan. If they don't make money, then the buyer must be brain-dead.

  At first, Huang Xiangyun thought his idea was unrealistic, but now he has confidence! If he can earn 90,000 yuan in over ten days, then earning the down payment of 300,000 yuan for a domestically produced excavator within one or two years should not be a problem either!

  "If all else fails, think of a way to borrow money to get it done! As long as you do it well, you can earn back the principal in a year and make a profit from selling one excavator."

  Huang Xiangyun sat on the bus heading to Jiangnan, his mind was turbulent with the idea of buying an excavator, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

  After getting off the bus and walking for a while, I finally arrived at the place. This area can't be considered a construction site yet, as it's still a residential area with low-rise buildings. The broken excavator was parked in front of a house that had been demolished halfway.

  Seeing Huang Xiangyun coming over, the middle-aged fat man standing beside the car hesitated for a moment and walked over. He asked: "Are you Huang Xiangyun?"

  Huang Xiangyun smiled: "It's me. Is it because I look too young? Hehe." He had encountered many similar situations before, so he didn't think much of it.

  Huang Xiangyun didn't waste any words and immediately started checking. After a look, he found that the problem wasn't big, just some issues with the circuit. This kind of problem can be solved by replacing the spare fuse.

  However, handling issues can't be too simple, that's the experience of maintenance. Huang Xiangyun pretended to check for a while before dealing with the issue.

  The driver tried and the problem was solved, OK!

  Pangzi finally breathed a sigh of relief and was grateful to invite Huang Xiayun to dinner. It was already noon, so Huang Xiayun didn't decline the offer and went with Pangzi to a nearby hot pot restaurant by Songhua River to have hot pot together.

  Through eating hot pot and chatting, Huang Xiangyun knew that this fat man was named Zhang Dali, an individual businessman. Zhang Dali had a excavator and two dump trucks, relying on his younger brother-in-law's relationship to earn around 18 million yuan per year.

  He is now doing a job that involves contracting a piece of land with houses to be demolished, buying houses by the square meter, demolishing various things and selling them to make money. This kind of work requires both physical strength and eyesight, neither can be lacking.

  "If this job is done well, spending 180,000 to 280,000 can earn 4-6 million or even more. But if it's not done well, it might be a waste of time and money. Ugh, this job is tough. Don't you see me worrying on such a cold winter day? Compared to those with connections or rich people who own many cars, they just throw their cars into the construction site and earn at least 7-10 million per year, but for us..."

  After drinking a lot of wine, Fatso's words became more numerous. He began to reveal some valuable things. Huang Xiangyun listened with relish and felt that the trip was not in vain.

  "Hey Xiao Huang, you work at Hongri Machinery, don't you have any connections? If you do, bring up two excavators and I'll get one more. We can put the four together and I can use my connections to get them into the construction site. By then, we can make a profit by selling them, no problem making back the cost of one machine in a year, and the second year will be pure profit."

  Zhang Dali finally got drunk and Huang Xiangyun drove him back home. Afterwards, he didn't even collect the repair fee, but instead brought Zhang Dali's business card back to Wujia Village.

  On the long-distance bus, Huang Xiangyun was thinking about buying an excavator. Although he suspected that Zhang Dali was bragging, he believed some of his words! At least, the excavator is a money-making tree, which is absolutely right.

  But how can we buy excavators as soon as possible, how to make money, and how to find connections... These numerous problems made Huang Xiangyun feel a bit of a headache!

  The phone rang with a vibration, and someone sent him a text message. Huang Xiayun came back to his senses, took out his mobile phone and took a look. It was a text message from Yuan Mengxiao: Stinky Tuo, congratulations! Your poetry has been appreciated by my friend, who has decided to publish both your poetry and songs in her magazine... Moreover, she also got you in touch with a Taiwanese publisher, all of your works will be published in Taiwan! ... Stinky Tuo, you're going to make some money!

  Huang Xiangyun's poem was favored by the other side, which is not surprising, as he had experience before. However, being favored and serialized, and even published, made him very happy. He replied: Thank you, Xiao Yaya, I will definitely treat you to a meal if I have the chance. By the way, how much is the manuscript fee?

  Yuan Meng Xun quickly replied to him: Treating me to a meal is a must, and I also need to treat my friends... The poems published in her journal are 20 yuan per line. A thousand words cost 100 yuan... Published in Taiwan, a thousand words cost 80 yuan... You've written so many poems, two of which have exceeded one million words, and some shorter ones... Calculating carefully, you're not just making a small fortune, but a big one!

  Huang Xiangyun read the message and calculated it, his heart racing: "Isn't that right! Don't even mention poetry, it's worthless. Just the manuscript fee alone is tens of millions! ... Is this for real? Getting rich isn't that easy!"

  Huang Xiangyun was a bit skeptical: I said Xiao Yaya, is this true or false? I feel like it's a bit unrealistic... If what you're saying is true, wouldn't that mean I have an income of 400,000 to 500,000 yuan?

  Yuan Meng hummed for a while before responding with a big pile of words: "Nonsense, of course it's true! You think I'm idle and bored, playing with you little brat... I ask you, how much time did you spend writing these things?"