A Wrench Can Fix Machines, but Not Hearts

For three years, the auto repair shop turned a profit every single year. At year's end, every mechanic got a 20,000-yuan bonus—but the repair team leader thought it was too little and brought his crew to stage a coup, demanding half the profits and threatening a mass walkout to take over the big workshop across the street and steal the customers. Qian Guofu emptied his savings on the spot to lease the 2,000-square-meter workshop opposite and hung a banner reading "Zhaoming's Original Crew," then handed out cards spreading rumors that Zhaoming's cash flow had collapsed. Of the twelve mechanics, he poached eight. Boss Lin Zhao didn't argue—he just quietly tripled the size of his shop. On the eighth day of the first lunar month, both shops opened on the same day. One hundred and thirty Yuanhang Blue heavy trucks—they'll never know, even to their graves—every single vehicle lining up daily on this street for repairs belongs to the boss's father's logistics company.