Starting out as a drug dealer in 1988

"What a lousy place these bastards found! This wine is definitely fake!"

Zhao Wenhao finally woke up from his sleep, but he felt weak all over and had a splitting headache, especially the big bump on the back of his head.

He slowly sat up from the bed and rubbed it gently with his right hand, but it did not relieve any pain at all.

"Farmhouse, what kind of farmhouse! And they say it's homemade pure grain wine, a bunch of liars." Zhao Wenhao muttered to himself, constantly complaining about his subordinates who were incompetent.

"what!"

While Zhao Wenhao was still chattering, he inadvertently looked around, as if he had suddenly discovered a new world.

"Where is this? Is this the home of one of my fellow villagers? It's 2023, are there still such poor families?"

On the low roof, there were faintly visible spider webs; a small lattice window, half a meter square, had four panes of glass, but two of them were broken and were covered with yellowed newspaper.

The room is more than ten square meters, separated by a gray and white curtain in the middle, and a small bed can be vaguely seen inside.

In the entire room, apart from a desk next to the bed, there was only a dilapidated wardrobe standing in the corner, which looked so old.

Especially the obvious scratches, which seem to carry many memories and stories.

The most important thing is that the ground is actually rammed earth, which appears bumpy and uneven.

As a person born in the 1980s who has always lived in a big city, although my family background was very ordinary since childhood, I have never seen such simple family conditions.

At this time, Zhao Wenhao was very surprised and finally discovered some differences.

"Where are my clothes and shoes? Where are my phone and watch?" Zhao Wenhao searched everywhere and suddenly saw his smooth arm. "Oh my god, what's going on?"

Zhao Wenhao was so frightened that he jumped out of bed, no longer caring about looking for clothes, shoes, mobile phone, watch or the like.

"I, I, I..., what happened?"

An expression of disbelief appeared on Zhao Wenhao's face, as if he had seen a ghost.

He was nearly forty years old, but now he possessed the body of a young man. Although a little thin, all the exposed skin was so white and smooth.

He had clearly just taken the company's middle and senior management to the countryside for a team-building event, and then got drunk and passed out. How come he ended up like this when he woke up?

At this time, Zhao Wenhao's face was ferocious and his pupils were constantly dilating. He put on a pair of old cloth shoes beside the bed and stumbled out of the house.

"Woooooooo..."

"Cry, cry, all you do is cry all day long, you stinky bitch, can't you let me worry less? Why did I marry a bitch like you? I was so blind in the beginning. Shut up, or I'll beat you up!"

"Woooooooo..."

Not far from the dilapidated adobe house, a middle-aged man with an angry face was grabbing a middle-aged woman's hair and pulling it hard. With his other hand, he put his five fingers together and gestured in front of the woman, as if he wanted to slap her.

At this moment, Zhao Wenhao rushed out of the house and saw the scene in front of him.

The middle-aged man originally wanted to slap someone, but when he saw Zhao Wenhao's distraught look, he became even more angry.

"Damn it, none of you give me peace of mind. What do you want to do? Get over here."

Zhao Wenhao had already seen the couple, but his mind was in a mess at the moment. He just wanted to leave here and find his former self, so he would not pay attention to the man's scolding.

"Is this outrageous? Can't you hear me?"

The middle-aged man was furious. He let go of the woman's hair and ran towards Zhao Wenhao.

"Are you deaf? Didn't you hear me calling you? You've become like this after being hit with a stick!"

Seeing Zhao Wenhao's confused look, the middle-aged man became even more angry. He stepped forward and kicked Zhao Wenhao.

Zhao Wenhao didn't want to pay attention to the man. At this moment, he was still looking around at the unfamiliar environment, and some fragmented memories seemed to appear in his mind.

"Bang!" A kick hit Zhao Wenhao's thigh.

Zhao Wenhao stumbled and nearly fell to the ground. Only then did he realize he had been kicked.

"Who are you? Are you sick?" Zhao Wenhao frowned and rubbed the outside of his thigh where he was kicked. "Try it again, and I'll kill you!"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man became even angrier and swung his arm to slap Zhao Wenhao in the face.

Unfortunately, Zhao Wenhao, who was already on guard, couldn't let him succeed. He dodged to the right, avoiding the incoming arm. He quickly took a step forward and punched the man in the chest.

"Oh!"

The punch hit the man hard, and he staggered and retreated.

If Zhao Wenhao was not weak at the moment and his punch was not powerful enough, this punch would definitely have knocked him to the ground.

Zhao Wenhao had practiced Sanda for many years, and although he gradually gave up, his foundation was still there. Therefore, dealing with such an ordinary man was no problem at all.

The middle-aged man looked at Zhao Wenhao in astonishment, unable to believe it. He was about to say something, but for a moment he didn't know what to say and froze in his tracks.

At this moment, the middle-aged woman finally came to her senses. She ran to Zhao Wenhao crying anxiously and grabbed his arm: "Wenhao, how could you fight with your father? Run away, or he will beat you to death."

After saying that, he pulled Zhao Wenhao hard and ran out of the yard.

"My dad?" Zhao Wenhao's eyes widened like bells, and he muttered to himself, "What, what is going on? Who am I? Who am I?"

"Little beast, don't run!" The middle-aged man seemed to have finally woken up. Seeing the woman pulling Zhao Wenhao away, he was unwilling to let her go and rushed over again.

He really couldn't believe that his son, Zhao Wenhao, who had always been raised under the care of Wei Chunlan and had been timid since childhood, would dare to attack him.

Tolerable or unbearable!

Zhao Wenhao was in shock and was unable to react at this time, while Zhao Aiguo's fist had already hit him.

At this moment, Wei Chunlan, who had always been cowardly, suddenly pulled Zhao Wenhao over and used her back to block him.

"Oh!"

The punch hit Wei Chunlan's back hard. Wei Chunlan staggered and fell to the ground.

"Grass!"

When Zhao Wenhao saw that the woman in front of him actually helped him block the attack, he felt warm in his heart but also suddenly furious.

He quickly helped Wei Chunlan up and pulled her behind him, then walked forward, staring at the man in front of him.

"What do you want to do?" Zhao Aiguo became a little nervous.

Zhao Wenhao said nothing and threw a left hook.

Seeing this, the man quickly dodged, but unexpectedly, this was just a feint. Zhao Wenhao's right hand had already been raised, and a lightning-fast Black Tiger Heart-Picking Strikes Zhao Jianguo in the stomach.

"Hey..."

This punch almost made Zhao Jianguo vomit the lunch he had just eaten.

"Rebellion, rebellion! My son hit me!" Zhao Aiguo suddenly shouted, "I raised you to this age, and you dare to fight back against me? Is there no law?"