Reborn in 1992, from a car repair shop to an automotive empire

Chapter 2 Parental Support and Startup Funding

"Motorcycles? Those things are really expensive, we can't afford to touch them."

Having repaired vehicles for ten years, Wang Jiande naturally knew what a motorcycle was.

Even a regular motorcycle costs three or four thousand.

Let alone motorcycle repair skills, Wang Jiande had never even ridden a motorcycle.

Wang Yang suddenly said he wanted to assemble a motorcycle, leaving Wang Jiande completely bewildered.

"Your father is right, it's something only rich people do, not something we can afford to get involved in."

"I heard that you need gasoline to drive that thing. Sigh, you buy it and then have to spend money on it."

Li Xiulian chimed in from the side.

She had seen several motorcycles at the shop; they were all owned by wealthy people in the neighborhood.

"Ten or twenty years ago, bicycles were a luxury item."

"And now? Everyone has one."

"While motorcycle prices are still high, we can buy parts ourselves, assemble motorcycles, and sell them to make a lot of money."

Wang Yang laid out the entire plan; there were no outsiders present, so there was no need to hide anything.

The 1990s were an era of both risks and opportunities.

Cryptocurrency and foreign exchange speculation, buying and selling, acquiring state-owned enterprises, futures and securities, starting businesses and private factories, contracting civil engineering projects...

As long as you're willing to work hard, you'll have the opportunity to make a lot of money.

After much deliberation, Wang Yang finally decided to start with the auto repair industry.

Only in a familiar industry can the advantages of rebirth be maximized.

Right now, the auto repair industry is experiencing a boom.

motorcycle.

By the end of 1992, industrial capacity had been released, and several million motorcycles were produced.

In 1993, motorcycles officially entered the market and began to replace bicycles.

Currently, only a few motorcycles are being sold on a trial basis; motorcycles remain a scarce luxury item.

Wang Yang could easily have taken the lead and used his skills from his previous life to produce motorcycles at a lower price, thereby making a fortune.

"Make a lot of money..."

Wang Jiande and Li Xiulian both gasped; this was incredibly appealing to them.

They work tirelessly, wishing they could make two days out of one, all so their family could live a better life and no longer have to worry about money.

"Ah Yang, it's not that your father is trying to discourage you."

Assembling motorcycles is not something we can do.

"Take motorcycle parts for example. Where are these things manufactured? Even if they are, we can't buy them."

Although Wang Jiande was very interested, he still pointed out the difficulties involved.

Although there are factories in the country that manufacture motorcycle parts, they are definitely not something that ordinary people can access.

Even if Wang Yang is highly skilled, he cannot assemble a motorcycle out of thin air without the parts.

"Father, does our focus have to be limited to the mainland?"

"For example, motorcycles started to appear on Hong Kong Island more than ten years ago."

"The price of new parts has already been driven down, and old parts are being sold by weight."

"With a little effort and by establishing connections, you can obtain a large number of cheap used parts."

Wang Yang patiently explained to Wang Jiande, hoping to gain the support of his family.

He needs start-up capital to earn more money.

Wang Yang plans to go to neighboring Shenzhen, where he can spend a small amount of money to attract a large number of smugglers to take orders and transport goods.

All you need to do is go to Shenzhen, find a reliable smuggler, and give them the money and the invoice.

"Hong Kong Island, it's not easy to buy spare parts there, isn't this considered speculation?"

Wang Jiande rubbed his forehead and scrutinized Wang Yang.

Wang Yang seems to have changed.

This technology and approach far exceeded Wang Jiande's imagination.

Assembling motorcycles and sourcing them from Hong Kong Island—neither of these steps alone was something Wang Jiande could have come up with.

Not only that, Wang Yang also became very ambitious and started to offer suggestions for his family.

Wang Yang seemed to have grown up overnight.

"Son, let's do business honestly, we can't get involved in these kinds of things!"

Upon hearing the words "speculation and profiteering," Li Xiulian shuddered and began to persuade Wang Yang.

Li Xiulian didn't understand these intricacies, but she understood the destructive power of those four words.

It could kill someone.

"Mom, these days, why be afraid of these things when doing business?"

"Take Zhang Mazi over there, for example. He uses his connections to get cheap parts and disrupts the market. Isn't that speculation and profiteering?"

"The bigger the waves, the more expensive the fish."

Wang Yang's words gradually stirred up Wang Jiande's fighting spirit.

If you hesitate and are afraid to take action, how can you expect to stand out from the crowd?

"Xiulian, bring out that money."

Hearing Wang Yang say this, Wang Jiande's ambition was ignited, and he decided to support Wang Yang.

"Honey, but..."

Li Xiulian's voice was weak; she wanted to persuade him again.

"No buts, go get it."

Wang Jiande wasn't so afraid; he wanted to take a gamble.

Hearing Wang Jiande say this, Li Xiulian had no choice but to go to the inner room to get the money.

Not long after, Li Xiulian took out a thick envelope.

"Your father is useless and can't help you much."

"There's over three thousand yuan in here. I was saving it up to find you a wife."

"Take this first, and your mother and I will figure something out if it's not enough."

Wang Jiande handed the envelope to Wang Yang, entrusting his hopes to Wang Yang as well.

As parents, how can we not support our children if they want to pursue a career?

"Thank you, Dad. Thank you, Mom."

Clutching the start-up capital handed to him by his father, Wang Yang forced back his tears.

This money was saved up by Wang Jiande and Li Xiulian, bit by bit.

Behind every dollar lies countless days and nights of hard work.

"If you make something of yourself, your parents will always support you."

……

A tin shack with a sign for a scrap metal recycling station, several small mountains of scrap metal, surrounded by uninhabited wasteland.

Wang Yang's childhood friend, Liu Hui, ran a recycling station, making a living by collecting scrap metal.

After obtaining scrap parts from Hong Kong, they can store them at recycling stations and use this as a cover to assemble motorcycles.

With start-up capital in hand, Wang Yang's next step is to build his own team.

So Wang Yang invited two other childhood friends to meet up at Liu Hui's purchasing station.

Yang Wenqing is the most promising among them. He not only graduated from high school, but also recently passed the exam to become a staff member of the Industry and Commerce Bureau.

Zhang Qiang, unlike Yang Wenqing, didn't even finish junior high school. He worked in a restaurant, worked his way up through several years, and is now a second-tier restaurant owner.

"Please have a seat, I'll tidy up."

Liu Hui patted his apron, which was covered in black grease stains.

Liu Hui landed a big shipment today, which will make him a lot of money, making him very happy.

"What good stuff did Hui Zi get that makes him so happy?"

Yang Wenqing asked with a smile.

It was Yang Wenqing who helped Liu Hui come up with the idea of ​​contracting the scrap metal recycling station.

Seeing Liu Hui's career taking off, Yang Wenqing was naturally happy and beamed with pride.

"There's a construction site in the next town where the machine for cutting building piles broke down, so they replaced it with a new one."

"The old ones were beyond repair, so the foreman sold them to me at scrap metal prices."

Liu Hui was very happy; this was a big deal.

The concrete cutter is a big iron lump, weighing over 100 kilograms. Liu Hui can make tens or even hundreds of yuan by reselling it.

"Over a hundred yuan? My goodness, you can earn in a day what I earn in a week."

Zhang Qiang, standing to the side, was filled with envy.

He worked as a cook in the restaurant's kitchen, earning only three or four hundred yuan a month, and he was treated like an ox, doing everything.

"Not bad, right? I should have put you in this line of work back then. Even in such a remote location, you've managed to earn so much."

Yang Wenqing looked very proud of himself and was satisfied with his judgment; it was he who recommended Liu Hui into the industry.

"Hehe, thanks a lot, Brother Wenqing."

"Qiangzi, don't be discouraged. Once you become the head chef, you'll be able to make money from anything."

"Alright, it's my treat today, guys, let's have a good meal."

Liu Hui patted his chest, feeling confident now that he had made money.

When he contracted the scrap metal recycling station, his buddies helped him a lot, and today is the day Liu Hui repays them.

"Just a few dozen yuan, calm down. I called you here today to make big money together."

Just as the three were in high spirits, Wang Yang, who hadn't spoken until now, banged hard on the table.

"Do you guys want to make a lot of money?"