Starting out as a drug dealer in 1988

"Wenhao, you're back? Why didn't you tell me in advance?"

Zhao Wenhao walked into the store carrying a lot of bags. Zhao Wenjing was pleasantly surprised to see her brother coming back.

"I just arrived and haven't had time to go back to the rental house, so I came here to take a look at the situation." Zhao Wenhao put his bag away and found a place to rest.

Zhao Wenjing quickly poured a glass of water and handed it over.

"Sister, how is business lately?" Zhao Wenhao asked casually.

Zhao Wenjing took out the account book from the drawer and handed it over, saying with some pride, "Not bad! Although it's not as good as before, the daily turnover is still around 700 to 800. In this clothing market, we are already very good."

At this moment, Zhao Wenhao really had no intention of looking at the account book. He was just making small talk and then asked about the situation of the man just now.

"When I came over just now, I saw you saying goodbye to someone. That person was quite handsome. Who was he?" Zhao Wenhao pretended to be nonchalant, but deliberately started to mention it.

Zhao Wenjing's face flushed slightly, and then she pretended to be calm as she introduced, "He's a customer. I met him last month when he came to our store to buy clothes. Later, he came back to buy a few more times. We became familiar with each other after that."

"Oh? Is that so?" Zhao Wenhao pretended to be curious and continued, "It seems like you two have a special relationship. Is he a local? Where does he work?"

Zhao Wenjing probably understood what Zhao Wenhao meant and hurriedly explained, "My name is Song Zhisheng, and I'm a teacher at Xuanzhou University. There's really nothing special between us. He just often comes here to buy clothes, so we got to know each other."

Zhao Wenhao didn't ask any more questions. He knew that if he continued asking, Zhao Wenjing might develop a rebellious mentality, which would only make things worse.

But the doubts in his heart did not disappear because of Zhao Wenjing's explanation. Instead, he became more suspicious of the motives of this man named Song Zhisheng.

A teacher at Xuanzhou University?

Are all teachers so rich nowadays? Just the way he's dressed alone is something a teacher couldn't possibly afford.

Of course, it is also possible that the other party's family is relatively wealthy.

But Zhao Wenhao still found it a little hard to believe that such a person would come here to buy clothes.

It’s not that such people don’t exist, but the probability is very small.

Therefore, Zhao Wenhao naturally felt a little strange.

"Okay, sister, get off work early tonight. I brought a lot of good things from home."

Zhao Wenhao didn't press the issue further, choosing instead to temporarily avoid it. After all, he was back, and there would always be another chance to contact the other party in the future.

When the time comes, I'll try it out a few times.

If it is true as Zhao Wenjing said, Zhao Wenhao will certainly help him.

But if the other party is really a liar, Zhao Wenhao will definitely make him regret doing this.

"Okay, there aren't many guests today, so I'll just clean up here." Zhao Wenjing breathed a sigh of relief and readily agreed to Zhao Wenhao's request.

So, this matter was temporarily put aside, and neither the siblings took the initiative to mention it.

In this way, the days passed one by one, and Zhao Wenhao returned to his previous state.

Until one day a week later.

"Is Wen Jing here?"

Zhao Wenhao, who was counting the bills in the store, suddenly heard a voice.

He looked up and saw the man named Song Zhisheng whom he had met last time standing at the door, looking into the store.

Zhao Wenhao frowned and felt unhappy.

Only a week had passed, and this person came again. It would be strange to say that this person had no feelings for his sister.

"My sister went to the warehouse and will be back soon. Who are you?" Zhao Wenhao asked deliberately.

Song Zhisheng has a handsome appearance and is well-dressed, which makes people feel good about him at first sight.

Unfortunately, the person he met today was Zhao Wenhao, and Zhao Wenhao was suspicious of him.

Song Zhisheng walked up to Zhao Wenhao naturally, smiling. That smile was so friendly that if Zhao Wenhao were a girl, he might have been bewitched by it.

"You are Song Wenhao, right? I heard your sister mention you before, but I didn't expect to meet you today."

"Oh, you're the teacher Song Zhisheng my sister mentioned?" Zhao Wenhao pretended to be suddenly enlightened and immediately stepped forward eagerly. "Please take a seat. My sister will be back soon."

Song Zhisheng didn't hesitate and sat down on the chair.

"Teacher Song, I can tell at first glance that you are a cultured person. It's amazing that you can be a teacher at Xuanzhou University at such a young age." Zhao Wenhao seemed very envious, and his eyes revealed a burning passion.

Song Zhisheng still smiled and nodded, "Teacher is just a job, nothing special. You self-employed people also have a good future. I believe that through hard work, you will succeed in the future. I am optimistic about you. Come on!"

Zhao Wenhao wanted to spit in his face right now.

However, he still planned to continue testing it.

"Teacher Song, what do you teach at university?"

Song Zhisheng didn't notice anything and answered confidently: "Chemistry!"

"Oh, I see." Zhao Wenhao suddenly realized, "So they teach organic chemistry, inorganic chemistry, or physical chemistry, analytical chemistry?"

Song Zhisheng was visibly taken aback, his face turning slightly red, and he even rubbed his fingers together inadvertently.

"Zhisheng, you're here!"

Just when Zhao Wenhao was about to pursue her relentlessly, a happy voice came from outside again. It was Zhao Wenjing who came back from the warehouse to pick up the goods.

Song Zhisheng obviously breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly stood up and took the initiative to help Zhao Wenjing move the clothes that had just been taken back from the warehouse.

"I don't feel comfortable bothering you. I can do it myself." Zhao Wenjing smiled brightly. Although she said she would move it herself, she still looked at Song Zhisheng helping her, and seemed to enjoy such treatment.

Seeing his sister like this, Zhao Wenhao knew that if he allowed things to continue like this, Zhao Wenjing might really get trapped in it and be unable to extricate herself.

"Teacher Song, you haven't told me yet which category you teach?" Zhao Wenhao deliberately stepped forward and asked again.

Song Zhisheng was a little flustered, but he tried to cover it up by saying he was helping to move things.

But facing Zhao Wenhao's pressing questioning, he could only bite the bullet and answer, "I teach organic chemistry. By the way, Wenjing, where should I put these clothes? Do I need to hang them up?"

After saying that, without waiting for Zhao Wenhao to say anything else, he hurried to talk to Zhao Wenjing.

Obviously, he was trying to avoid the important issue.