"Hmm, hmm, hmm"

  If you have lived in a small town or rural area, as long as you hear the sound of motor vehicles on the road, you don't need to turn your head to know that it's either a four-wheeled tractor or a single-cylinder engine of a three-wheeled or four-wheeled agricultural vehicle.

  Simar drove the brand new five-wheeled open-top dump truck to a rural wholesale store for agricultural materials, where the owner Old Ma was playing cards. As soon as he saw Sima arrive, he hastily threw away his cards and came over with a smile on his face, saying loudly:

  "Hey! Boss Li, you're here. The new car you just bought is pretty good!"

  Looking at his expression and tone, Sima even felt that what he bought should be at least a four-wheeled vehicle to match this kind of expression.

  What a pity! The car I bought is a 1.5-ton agricultural dump truck. This kind of dump truck, although it looks ugly, has the advantages of being simple and practical, with a single-cylinder diesel engine, belt transmission, and hand-crank starting.

  The most important thing is that driving this car almost doesn't require any training, as long as the person is a bit clever. Even if they can't read big characters, watching others drive a few times will also allow them to learn how to drive.

  At least before buying this car, Sima really didn't know how to drive. However, it was also at the place where the car was sold that he learned for over ten minutes and was able to drive on simple roads. On the premise that the speed is not fast.

  Although it is a small agricultural vehicle, the diesel engine has only 24 horsepower, but pulling a few tons of goods seems very easy. This week, it was hauling cement and industrial ammonium nitrate again. Basically, the car didn't stop much every night.

  Each time, it pulled at least three tons of cargo. Moreover, on the gravel road surface outside the city gate in 1915, although it was not like a fish in water, it was still easy to navigate.

  The most important thing is that this car can be bought for less than 20,000 GMB, so after buying the first one, it was found to be more suitable for outdoor use, especially since there are almost no requirements for the driver.

  Simar also bought four cars in one breath. Except for the current one, the other three have all been driven to the wilderness of 1915, piled up with cement, ammonium nitrate, fuel and so on.

  "Boss Ma, is the goods I ordered ready?"

  In preparation for the upcoming construction army, if a thousand or so people are considered a large number. Sima ordered over a thousand iron hoes, shovels, rakes, pickaxes and other farm tools from this agricultural materials company. There was also a batch of equipment for tile workers. It's estimated that it's almost another full load of goods.

  "Everything is ready, Boss Li, let them load the goods, you take a rest and have a smoke."

  Old Horse pulled out a cigarette and handed it to Sima in front of him. This "Li Boss" had eaten down his own accumulated goods for several years, except for iron hoes, shovels, rakes, pickaxes, and other farm tools.

  It's been unsold for a long time, and not many were sold in a year. But this time is great, the inventory of several years was sold out at once. Just the pickaxe handles alone sold over 1,000 pieces. Moreover, they didn't even haggle over the price. For such customers, Old Ma would be happy to serve them like an emperor.

  "I don't know what line of work Boss Li is in, but why does he suddenly need so many iron hoes and the like."

  Old Horse intentionally or unintentionally chatted with "Li Boss", trying to see if he could get something out of it. If this was a fixed source of goods, Old Horse would have made a fortune.

  "Pile it up tightly. If it's piled loosely, it takes up space."

  Simar saw that the workers who were loading the goods had placed the iron shovel blades and pickaxe heads too loosely, so he said loudly.

  "Mr. Li, this is my phone number. If you need goods later, just give me a call and I'll deliver them to you if I don't have time to come over."

  Although there were over a thousand iron hoes and other farming tools, which seemed like a lot, they didn't take much trouble to load. A dozen or so iron hoe blades could be loaded in just one trip, and several hundred of them could be loaded onto the vehicle in just a few minutes. Seeing that the goods were almost fully loaded, Old Ma hastily handed over his business card to Sima.

  "Definitely, definitely. This is the final payment, just click on it."

  After seeing the goods packed, he didn't bother to check them carefully. Sima took out the prepared money from his bag and paid the balance. The expression on Ma's face after checking the payment was something Sima had seen many times before, and it was no different from that of other businessmen.

  Recently, Sima found that in steel material markets, Jiancai markets and other places where he often buys raw materials, there seem to be more and more familiar faces.

  Nowadays, as long as I appear in these markets, I always encounter some bosses of shops coming to greet me, handing over business cards, inviting me to dinner, and saying hello.

  At first, Sima was a bit puzzled as to why these bosses were so enthusiastic about themselves. Later on, he found out that it was because he would pay the balance as soon as he received the goods, never making excuses to lower the price or withholding part of the balance.

  To the extent that, in the eyes of these businessmen, Sima is absolutely a very good business partner. To put it another way, whoever can throw out hundreds of millions in less than a month to buy all kinds of materials on the market, and pay cash once, never delay payment, and accumulate a good reputation, that would be an impossible thing.

  "Hmm, hmm, hmm"

  Although driving this open-top agricultural vehicle is obviously not as cool as riding a scooter, the feeling in Sima's heart is even more refreshing than driving a BMW.

  Although this feeling cannot be concealed, the diesel engine's harsh voice in my ears is too loud. Because I live by the highway, I can't remember how many times I've been woken up from sleep by the sound of these agricultural vehicles on the road.

  "Look! Isn't that Sima?"

  "No way!"

  "It's been so long since we last met, how did things end up like this."

  "Hey! Sima"

  Following the direction of the shouting voice, Sima almost had an urge to vomit blood. It seems that going out today was absolutely unlucky, and he didn't check the almanac, or else why would he be so unlucky?

  How could he be driving this broken-down car and run into these people. The ones who stopped him on the road were some of his former colleagues from when he worked in the government, and running into them at this hour didn't require any thinking to know that they were on their way to a restaurant for dinner.

  "Ah! Long time no see!"

  Simar parked the car by the side of the road, exchanging awkward greetings with his former colleagues. If possible, Simar would have liked to crawl into a hole in the ground, at least from their "good to see you" eyes that seemed to be laughing at him.

  Although Sima is now absolutely richer than in the past and has a lot of money, at least much wealthier than those colleagues who are holding dead salaries.

  However, when facing these colleagues, Sima still had a sense of inferiority. After all, among the young people in the entire unit, only Sima was laid off due to institutional reform. This is absolutely a lifelong pain for Sima, at least on the surface, just like now.

  "Wow! Long time no see, you little brat are doing well! You even own a car now!"

  A colleague who had never been very close to Sima suddenly cracked a joke at his expense.

  "Muddling along is not enough."

  Simma self-deprecatingly said, "I didn't think that after hiding for half a year, I still couldn't avoid this day. And to make matters worse, it was while driving this broken-down thing that I ran into them. Even if I were riding that old bike and ran into them, it wouldn't be as embarrassing as this."

  "Sima, what's the time now? Haven't had dinner yet, right? Must be thinking about making money all day long. It's been more than half a year since we last hung out together, today I'll treat you, don't say anything about being busy, lose two hours of income, it won't kill you."

  A colleague came over and pulled Sima towards a restaurant by the road.

  He was all too familiar with this restaurant, it was the designated restaurant of his former workplace, and he had eaten there countless times during his working years. Four or five times a week? Or even more? But now, Sima didn't want to go to this restaurant at all, let alone with his old colleagues.

  If he had to rank the most unlucky days of his life, Sima believed that today would definitely be among the top three. Probably no one wanted to fall into such a predicament.

  Being seen by a group of people waiting to see you make a fool of yourself, and what's even more frightening is that at the moment you are surrounded by them at the dinner table, constantly making fun of you. This feeling is really terrible to the extreme.

  "Come on! Manager Sima, you're now prosperous. I said what, this is talent that can't be buried anywhere. Look at you now, Manager Sima has only been laid off for half a year, and now look, he even has a car. What's this called? This is called gold will shine wherever it goes. Come on, Manager Sima, brother toasts you one."

  A colleague smiled and said a lot, scolding Sima inside and out, then toasted him with a glass of wine.

  "I'm telling you, don't embarrass me anymore, look at the state I'm in now." Sima said helplessly, going along with their words, and hurriedly passing this checkpoint to drag out other things.

  "What the...! Is this a joke? Sima, are we that kind of people?! Look at you, that car outside must be worth at least 20,000 yuan! With our salary, it'll take us a year to afford it, and that's if we don't eat or drink! Now your brothers and friends aren't doing as well as you!"

  Another former colleague took over and said.

  "Go! Go! Go! My mistake, I was wrong, isn't that enough? I'll punish myself with three cups."

  Simultaneously, Sima, who was not good at speaking, had no choice but to drown his sorrows in wine. Perhaps the only way to shut them up was to keep plying them with drinks. Fortunately, he had developed a decent capacity for liquor from past business entertaining on public funds. Otherwise, even this method of shutting them up would have been useless for Sima.

  It's indeed true that people have their ups and downs. These days, if I'm unlucky, it's because I've been too lucky before, my luck was too good. Now it's only normal to be a bit down on luck. On the surface, I keep drinking with my old colleagues, but in my heart, I'm secretly cursing.

  "I'm really sorry, I have to go deliver goods. If I don't send them over, I'll be stuck with all this merchandise, sorry everyone." Sima finished speaking and downed a full cup of white wine as if to atone for his guilt.

  "Alright! We won't delay your fortune anymore, and when you become rich, you must treat us to a meal!"

  Everyone sees that Lezi is almost there now, and if he opens it again, he will probably be a bit over the top. It's better to stop while you're ahead.