Starting out as a drug dealer in 1988

Shen Bingyan's words were sincere and serious.

She dissected herself from within.

This made Zhao Wenhao re-understand this girl from another perspective.

Zhao Wenhao wanted to say something comforting, but when it came to his lips, he didn't know where to start.

To put it bluntly, no matter how much outsiders say, it may be of no use. You still need to see through it yourself.

Just like Shen Bingyan just now, she had always chosen to escape and isolate herself. But today, she suddenly woke up, which was also a success in her life cultivation.

"It seems that your friends all call you Haozi. Can I call you that in the future?" Shen Bingyan asked a little nervously.

But Zhao Wenhao was quite embarrassed, as he didn't like others calling him by his nickname.

However, Shen Bingyan's implication was that she hoped to become a true friend of Zhao Wenhao, just like Yan Bin.

So, Zhao Wenhao could only force a smile and said, "Go ahead and yell. Even though it doesn't sound nice, you're not the only one yelling that."

Shen Bingyan smiled happily, like a spring breeze blowing across her face. "It's a deal. From now on, you can call me Bingyan. This way, we won't be as awkward as before."

Shen Bingyan's smile was so beautiful that even Zhao Wenhao, who was used to seeing all kinds of beauties, was moved.

He quickly turned his head away to avoid losing his composure.

"How about this? To thank you for helping me untie this knot, I'll help you sell clothes for the next two days. How about that?"

As if she had let go of her burden, Shen Bingyan no longer had the coldness she once had. Instead, or perhaps it could be said that she had returned to her true nature, she was more innocent and lively.

"Of course, free labor, why should I refuse it? I'd love it." Zhao Wenhao made the decision happily on the spot.

So, in the next few days, Shen Bingyan came to the store every morning.

She said she was helping Zhao Wenhao with his business, but to be more precise, she hoped to accept the whole society and integrate into it through this method.

During these few days, Shen Bingyan had a constant smile on her face, as if she had regained the youth that had disappeared after her parents passed away.

Not only Zhao Wenhao was surprised, but even Shen Bingyan's grandparents and uncle felt it was incredible.

But they didn't dare ask, fearing that this would be a flash in the pan.

It was not until a whole week had passed that Shen Bingyan felt like she was reborn, and her family began to ask about the real reason.

Shen Bingyan left and went back to her hometown. She needed to accompany her grandfather.

Zhao Wenhao was the only one left in the clothing store, busy all day long.

After that, another three days passed before Zhao Wenjing came over from his hometown.

Zhao Wenhao has not been home for nearly two months, and Zhao Wenjing also brought some new news from his hometown.

First, the court finally sentenced Ma Hongzhi to eight years in prison.

Secondly, Ma Yaoming was stripped of his position as deputy mayor and sent directly to the CPPCC. Although his rank was still deputy section chief, that was basically the end of his life.

Judging from the rumors outside, if someone hadn't specifically protected Ma Yaoming, he might have been imprisoned.

Zhao Wenhao, upon hearing this news, was still somewhat unwilling to give up, but his ability was limited. He had already done what he could, and for the rest, he could only do his best and leave the rest to fate.

"Dad isn't causing any trouble at home, is he?"

Zhao Wenhao no longer thought about the Ma father and son, but turned his attention to his own family.

Zhao Wenjing's eyes were a little evasive, and she hesitated to say something, but didn't know how to start.

As soon as he saw her expression, Zhao Wenhao knew that Zhao Aiguo must have caused some trouble at home again.

So, he said angrily: "Sister, what's there to hide? Just tell me directly, I can bear it in my heart."

Seeing his brother's angry expression, Zhao Wenjing could only tell the truth: "Dad secretly took the 1,000 yuan you left for Mom for the New Year and went gambling."

Zhao Wenhao took a deep breath and comforted himself, "Don't be angry, don't be angry, absolutely not angry."

"Forget it, just think of it as paying off the trouble." Zhao Wenhao shook his head, somewhat helplessly, "Sister, I'm going to Shanghai tomorrow. Most of the clothes I had are almost sold out.

The Lunar New Year is less than 20 days away, so it’s time to get ready and start our year-end sales.”

"Are you really not angry?" Zhao Wenjing looked at his brother in surprise.

She knew that whenever Dad made trouble, her brother would be furious. She didn't expect that this time it would be so easy to deal with.

Zhao Wenhao gave a bitter laugh. "If being angry can make him better, I'd rather be angry every day. What else can I do? I can only consider myself unlucky to have a father like this!"

Zhao Wenjing looked embarrassed and agreed with his brother's opinion.

Silent all night.

The next day, Zhao Wenhao took the earliest train to Shanghai with his funds.

It wasn't until the fourth day that I finally got back.

"Sister, go to the market entrance first and find two porters to help move the goods. I'll watch over here first."

"Oh, how come so many goods came in?"

"Don't worry, business is booming this year, especially with the Lunar New Year coming up soon, so there's no need to worry about not being able to sell it."

"Wait a moment, I'll find someone right away."

Soon, two porters hurried over with a cart and started helping unload the goods.

This time, Zhao Wenhao invested more than 40,000 yuan and purchased no less than 2,000 pieces of clothing of various styles.

After several months of exploration, he now has a basic understanding of the buyer's mentality.

Plus, with the New Year approaching, he was certainly ready to take a big gamble.

“Dress to show your beauty, dress to show your confidence!”

“New wave clothing, unusual choice!”

Two large banners were soon hung at the entrance of the clothing market.

Just for these two banners, Zhao Wenhao spent two packs of Zhonghua cigarettes and a box of Wuliangye liquor, and bribed the person in charge of the market to allow them to hang for half a month.

Not only that, Zhao Wenhao had already printed a lot of flyers in advance, and specially hired several students from Yan Bin's class who had not yet returned home, and asked them to stand directly at the entrance of the market and start distributing them.

The effect was very significant. Even though Zhao Wenhao had expected it to become a hit, he still didn't expect it to be so popular.

"Big sister, red windbreaker, size M, one."

"Big sister, a white down jacket, size L. And a pair of trousers."

"Is the navy blue suit out of stock? Brother, why don't you choose the blue one? It will look more stylish."

……

Busy, very busy!

From the next day on, the brother and sister never stopped.

In desperation, I had to invite a few classmates to divide the work: some would distribute flyers, while others would greet customers in the store.

Zhao Wenjing is responsible for collecting money.