Starting out as a drug dealer in 1988

Silent all night.

The next morning, Zhao Wenhao went to the credit union early to withdraw 3000 yuan in cash and delivered it to the Yang family.

When he arrived, Qian Fang and Qian Cheng, brother and sister, had already arrived at the Yang family.

Zhao Wenhao didn't waste any time talking to them and directly gave the money to Yang Yue, letting him handle it.

As for Qian Fang and Qian Cheng coming over to ask him questions, he didn't answer any of them.

At noon that day, at Yang Yue's repeated request, Zhao Wenhao finally stayed for a quick meal, and then chose to leave.

There is no way, he will return to Xuanzhou tomorrow.

Although business is slow in the first period after the New Year, someone still needs to keep an eye on it.

Besides, most of the clothes had already sold out before the New Year. There wasn't much left in the small warehouse. Therefore, he needed to go to Shanghai and buy some spring clothes.

As for Zhao Wenjing, she wasn't very busy at the moment, so she could stay for a few days. It wouldn't be too late to go there in March.

"Uncle Xiang, Happy New Year!"

"Wenhao, Happy New Year to you too. You're back so early? I thought you were going to stay home for a few days."

"I can't stay here. I have some things to take care of in the store, so I came here first."

"You kid, just come over. Why bring anything with you? We have everything at home."

"Uncle Xiang, these are two pheasants my junior high school classmate caught in the mountains. The rest are mushrooms and other things he picked from the mountains. They're not valuable, but I brought them here especially for you to try."

"This thing is good. Just ask your aunt to make soup tonight."

Xuanzhou, Xiang Mingyu's home.

Zhao Wenhao went back to his rental house to pack up a bit, then rushed over to wish Xiang Mingyu and his wife a happy new year.

Unfortunately, there were guests at their house at that time.

"Wenhao, come here, let me introduce you. This is my nephew Xiang Zhihai."

After Zhao Wenhao sat down, Xiang Mingyu introduced him to a young man standing over there.

He was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with bright eyes, thick eyebrows slightly arched, and slightly upturned lips, revealing a smile and also outlining a sense of confidence.

"You are Zhao Wenhao. I've heard Zhifeng mention you a long time ago. I didn't expect to meet you here today." Xiang Zhihai walked up and extended his hand.

Zhao Wenhao shook hands quickly, "Brother Hai, Brother Feng always said that he would introduce me to someone when he had the chance. I didn't expect him to be away. It's a pity that we met first."

"Come, sit down." Xiang Zhihai nodded, appearing very calm. "Zhifeng went to pick up my dad. He will be here soon."

Zhao Wenhao sat down, but his heart was in turmoil.

That’s right, the father Xiang Zhihai just mentioned is Xiang Mingxuan, the executive vice mayor of Xuanzhou Municipal Party Committee.

He really didn't expect that he would have the chance to meet this person when he came to pay New Year's greetings today.

But at this moment, it felt like coming today was a bad omen. They were clearly having a family dinner, and it would be inappropriate for an outsider like me to come.

Although Xiang Mingyu has always treated him very well, like his own son or nephew.

But even though people don't treat you as an outsider, you still have to be aware of it.

Therefore, Zhao Wenhao had already made up his mind to sit here for a while and then leave, so as not to disturb the family gathering. After all, with him present, there were many things that people could not say directly.

Perhaps seeing Zhao Wenhao's embarrassment, Xiang Mingyu didn't care and said directly: "Wenhao, let's have dinner here tonight. My eldest brother will be here soon, and I'll introduce him to you."

If Zhao Wenhao just accepted the offer, there would be no problem. After all, being able to have dinner with such a person would definitely play a big role in his future development.

But he is not a person who is ignorant of the times.

So, Zhao Wenhao immediately waved his hand and said, "Uncle Xiang, I have plans tonight. I've made an appointment with two classmates in Xuanzhou to get together. I'll just stay for a while and then I have to go. Please don't be polite. Your home is here anyway, and you won't run away. I'll come and bother you another day."

"You kid, you're still being polite to me." Xiang Mingyu chuckled, "Alright, since you have plans, forget it. Anyway, you're doing business in Xuanzhou now, so there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

Xiang Mingyu did not force it. Of course, it was also possible that his previous words were more of a courtesy.

Although Zhao Wenhao felt a little disappointed, he also felt fortunate.

If you really insist on eating here, who knows what others might think.

"My uncle told me that the idea for their factory's ham sausage project was yours?" Xiang Zhihai asked casually, a little curious.

"I just said a few words casually. It's mainly because of Uncle Xiang's courage. In just a few months, he got things done. I saw a lot of advertisements along the way when I took the bus here."

Zhao Wenhao then flattered him and deflected the question.

"Haha, this kid is so modest. These ideas are all based on your suggestions, especially those billboards along the highway. At first, I thought the investment was too high. It wasn't until I saw the results that I realized I underestimated the publicity!"

Xiang Mingyu was quite emotional.

Zhao Wenhao initially planned to invest heavily in publicity, but initially worried about the results. It wasn't until the month before the Lunar New Year when sales of sausages reached over 70 yuan, with orders still pouring in, that he realized his gamble was a success.

Originally, Xiang Mingyu was a little hesitant about going to the countryside to do wall advertising, but now he wishes he could get everything done right away.

Unfortunately, painting wall advertisements is not something that can be done overnight. It requires someone to specifically discuss and do it.

In today's market, there are only a few so-called advertising companies, so such a large project naturally progresses slowly.

However, billboards on the roadside were built first, and the effect was surprisingly good.

"Mingyu, your factory is really doing great right now. Every day when I pass by those streets on my way to work, I can see your promotions."

Just as the three were still chatting, the door opened and Xiang Zhifeng walked in with a couple and a little boy.

Xiang Mingyu hurried over to greet them, "Brother and sister-in-law are here! Mingming, come here, let your uncle hug you."

Zhao Wenhao knew that this person was Xiang Mingxuan, the executive vice mayor of Xuanzhou City.

So he quickly stood up and stood aside.

"Mouse, you're here!"

Xiang Zhifeng looked very happy and walked up to Zhao Wenhao and patted his shoulder.

"Brother Feng, are you surprised?" Zhao Wenhao laughed.

Before the two could continue talking, Xiang Mingyu waved his hand, "Wenhao, come here, this is my eldest brother, you should have heard of him, come over and call someone."

Zhao Wenhao didn't dare to neglect him and quickly stepped forward. "Hello, Uncle Xiang. I'm Zhao Wenhao. I've always seen your name in the newspapers, but I didn't expect to meet you in person today. I feel honored."