"What's wrong? What are you looking for here?" Huang Fei asked, looking at Chen Feng wandering around the yard.

"I'm just wandering around." Chen Feng looked around for something, occasionally kicking the ground.

"What's the point of strolling around here? Brother, don't kick it, it's all dusty," Lin Nian said, fanning himself.

"Is this all paved with cement? How thick is it?" Chen Feng turned to look at Chen Jianguo.

"Um, about ten centimeters. At the time, because cars were always coming into the yard, Brother Qi thought of laying it thicker so that it wouldn't be crushed. What are you going to do?" Chen Jianguo had a bad feeling.

"What do you think about smashing the ground?" Chen Feng suddenly laughed.

"I don't think it's very good, but if there's stock, that's another story." Chen Jianguo said, though he was a little reluctant.

"What else is there to say? Huang Fei, go and bring your uncle over with the excavator and unload the impact drill."

"Lin Nian, go and remove the door handle again, and then plug in the power strip."

"The demolition plan is officially underway," Chen Feng said, clapping his hands.

"Wow, they're really demolishing it?" Li Chunlai said in surprise.

"Then why not just fake the demolition? Let's dig up the whole ground today and just create a hole."

"No wonder Brother Qi's business at the mine was so successful back then; it turns out there was a piece of gold buried down there."

"Now that Brother Qi is gone, he's no longer needed, so let's just dig it out." Chen Feng rolled up his sleeves, ready to get down to business.

"My God, it's unbelievable. Such a good surface, and they just demolished it like that."

Although Lin Nian said that, he didn't hesitate at all. He immediately took off the doorknob that he had just screwed on and went inside to find a place to plug in the power strip.

Huang Fei took Chen Jianguo directly to operate the excavator, and Li Chunlai tried to dig the ground with a pickaxe.

As a result, nothing was dug up from the ground except for some white streaks.

"Holy crap, this ground is so solid?" Li Chunlai asked in surprise.

"It's made of concrete, how could it not be sturdy?" Chen Feng picked up the impact drill, plugged it in, and randomly picked up a stone to draw a circle on the ground.

"Let's hit it right here, let's get started." Chen Feng pressed down on the impact drill and started clanging away.

Li Chunlai joined in, the two of them on either side, smashing the ground and sending debris flying everywhere.

A moment later, Chen Feng felt his grip loosen and the drill bit plunged in with a "poof." He knew then that he had drilled through the concrete floor.

Unlike granite, concrete doesn't leave large cracks even after being drilled through; it just creates a hole.

Just as Chen Feng pulled the drill bit out, he saw Li Chunlai's body suddenly lurch downwards, and he knew that Li Chunlai had also drilled through.

"Damn, why is this just an eye, not splitting open?" Li Chunlai squatted down and reached out to poke at it.

"There's nothing we can do. Our impact drill is no good. It's not as good as the cannon head of an excavator. If we had one of those, we could probably tear the whole yard apart in a bit."

"Keep drilling, it'll crack after a few more tries." Chen Feng changed positions and continued drilling.

"How about we rent a cannon?" Li Chunlai was immediately tempted.

"You're just attacking a surface area, yet you're specifically renting a cannon. Money isn't the issue; the key is that it takes a long time to go back and forth."

"Just keep hitting it, it'll be over in a few hits," Chen Feng said, pressing down on the impact drill.

“Yes, that’s fine.” Li Chunlai also started working hard.

After drilling several holes, Li Chunlai suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Hey, Brother Feng, look, it seems like there's a crack on the bottom of this piece!"

"It's cracked. We'll just pry it up after we're done drilling." Chen Feng nodded and said, poking around with the impact drill.

Meanwhile, Huang Fei had already brought Chen Jianguo to the location of the excavator. Chen Jianguo climbed onto the excavator and first tightened the screws on.

Chen Jianguo tightened it and patted it, then reached out and ruffled it.

Only after finding it was indeed quite tight did I feel relieved enough to start driving.

That's just how domestically produced excavators are; their maintenance rate is far higher than that of imported excavators.

However, one advantage of domestically produced excavators is that there are repair shops anywhere in the country. As long as you make a phone call, they can definitely fix it and put it back into use within a few hours.

While imported excavators are less prone to breaking down, they do have a low maintenance rate, but they are not indestructible.

And once it breaks down, there are no repair shops in many places, so it has to be transported to a very far place to be repaired.

This is why domestically produced excavators can occupy most of the domestic market, while imported excavators, which are of much higher quality, have had their market share severely squeezed out by domestically produced excavators.

This is because foreign excavator manufacturers simply do not understand the domestic situation and market demands.

The construction site boss once said, "I don't care if it breaks or not, because nothing is immune to breaking."

What I care about is how long it will take to fix it after it breaks; that's the most important thing.

Domestic manufacturers recognized this advantage, which is why they established a large number of maintenance stations, effectively eliminating foreign excavators.

The poor foreign excavators never understood why, despite their painstaking efforts to reduce maintenance rates, they ultimately couldn't compete with domestic excavators whose quality was far inferior.

Sometimes, you really don't know whether their so-called craftsmanship is ignorance, rigidity, or inflexibility, or whether they truly uphold their original aspirations.

For example, a certain Japanese country was once a world leader in memory card manufacturing. Their top product at the time was a 4MB memory card, and that was the brand they promoted.

"Twenty-five-year warranty, robust and durable quality."

However, the United States completely disregarded quality and began manufacturing 4MB memory cards at a relatively low cost.

Compared to the Sakura memory, which costs several times more, even though it can last for twenty-five years, who cares?

Memory cards with a warranty of several years from the US are cheap and reliable; if they break, you can just throw them away, it doesn't matter at all.

As expected, Sakura was completely overwhelmed in the market and ultimately met a tragic end.

Chen Jianguo drove the excavator into the yard and saw Chen Feng had found a crowbar somewhere and was forcefully prying up the concrete.

The courtyard was also a complete mess, so bad that it was unbearable to look at. Anyone who didn't know better would think it had been bombed.

"Push harder, one, two!" Chen Feng and Li Chunlai worked together and lifted the large piece of concrete.

"Come on, push it aside." Together, Chen Feng and the other two pushed the large chunk of concrete aside.

"Done. Now that there's an edge, it'll be easier to chisel next." Chen Feng picked up the impact drill from the ground and started drilling hard along the edge.

After a while, the ground was almost completely dug out. Chen Feng waved his hand, holding the drill, and Chen Jianguo went forward to start digging.

The bucket went down full of soil, and when it came out, it even scraped the edge of the concrete floor.

Chen Jianguo lifted the soil back and forth a few times, expanding the area further outwards, before finally dumping the soil aside.