Starting out as a drug dealer in 1988

As night falls, the green train slowly moves in the darkness.

The carriage was bustling with people, the sounds of laughter, children crying and salesmen shouting came one after another, interweaving together to form a variety of life scenes.

As it was August and the weather was hot, the entire carriage was filled with a sour and smelly smell.

After a long journey, Zhao Wenhao finally had a chance to rest for a while. He squinted his eyes slightly and began to rest.

Before I knew it, I finally fell asleep.

He slept for several hours until he was awakened by the urge to urinate, and then he opened his sleepy eyes.

Ok?

Just as he opened his eyes slightly, the scene that came into his sight surprised him.

I saw that the man in the shirt sitting opposite me had fallen into a deep sleep and was even snoring softly.

The two people sitting on both sides of him, one of them leaned sideways to block the view of others, and the other was trying to gently pull out the briefcase that the man in the shirt had tucked under his armpit.

Sure enough there is a problem!

When Zhao Wenhao sat down, the three people opposite him were obviously from the same group and were talking to each other.

After giving up their seats to the man in the shirt, none of the three people spoke to each other.

Zhao Wenhao was not worried about someone stealing his money. He only had a few dozen yuan on him, which he hid in his rubber shoes. Unless someone robbed him directly, it would be impossible to get it.

Besides, he looks so poor that anyone would know that he is not wealthy enough, so how could anyone spend their time and energy on someone like him?

But the man in the shirt opposite is different. He is obviously a rich man. Such a target is too obvious and it is hard not to notice him.

Although the man in the shirt was asleep, he still held the briefcase tightly under his arm. Perhaps worried about waking him, the person sitting inside didn't dare to pull it out forcefully, and could only use a little more force cautiously.

If it were someone else, Zhao Wenhao would really give a reminder, even by kicking the other person.

But thinking about this person's behavior, Zhao Wenhao didn't intend to pay any attention to him. He pretended not to see it and closed his eyes again.

Judging from the three men's behavior, they were clearly not habitual thieves, otherwise they wouldn't have gone to such great lengths. It's likely they saw a fat sheep and decided to steal it on impulse.

After several more minutes, the other party finally succeeded. He pulled the briefcase out from under the shirt man's armpit, opened the zipper, took out a bulging wallet and a thick envelope, and stuffed them into his own pocket.

Now that the money is in hand, the briefcase naturally has to be handed over.

When the man gently put the briefcase over again, he suddenly heard a child crying not far away.

It was already nearly midnight, and most people in the carriage were already asleep, with no other noisy sounds. But this cry broke the silence.

The man in the shirt shuddered and woke up slowly.

The first thing he did after waking up was to check if the briefcase under his arm was still there.

Fortunately, the briefcase is still there.

The man in the shirt breathed a sigh of relief and unzipped his bag, preparing to take out the cup in his bag and drink a sip of water.

"Where are my wallet and documents?" The man in the shirt turned pale, stood up suddenly and shouted loudly.

There was nearly three hundred yuan in cash in his wallet, which was an advance from the factory when he went on a business trip to Yangzhou.

The wallet was secondary; three hundred or so wasn't a lot for him. The most important thing was the document, the most important thing for his business trip.

This loud roar immediately woke up everyone around.

Seeing the man in the shirt looking for his wallet, everyone panicked and quickly checked their side.

Fortunately, the shirt man was the only one whose clothes were stolen. So, everyone else began to look at the shirt man with a gloating look.

At this time, Zhao Wenhao could no longer pretend to be asleep and could only open his eyes.

Although his three accomplices were right in front of him, he didn't want to cause trouble, especially since the person whose shirt was stolen was the man who had looked down on him all the way.

Zhao Wenhao stood up and prepared to go to the bathroom. He had been holding it in for a while, but he couldn't wake up because the other party was taking action. Now he finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Don't leave, did you steal my wallet?"

Seeing Zhao Wenhao stand up, the man in the shirt immediately thought that he was planning to move the stolen goods. So he stepped forward, blocked Zhao Wenhao's way, and even grabbed his collar with one hand.

"Are you sick?" Zhao Wenhao slapped his hand directly, "Let go. If you don't take care of your own wallet, it's none of my business."

After saying that, Zhao Wenhao pushed the man in the shirt away and prepared to go to the bathroom.

Seeing Zhao Wenhao about to leave, the man in the shirt increasingly suspected that he was guilty or preparing to move the stolen goods. Of course, he couldn't just let Zhao Wenhao go like that, otherwise it would be almost impossible to find the lost property.

"I've known for a long time that you are not a good person, and it turns out to be true. Everyone, please help me. This country bumpkin is a thief. He stole my wallet and now he wants to run away." The man in the shirt called out anxiously, even asking for help from the two people beside him.

But what he didn't know was that his wallet was stolen by this group of people, and now the wallet should still be with the dark-skinned middle-aged man sitting near the window.

"Young man, you can't leave. It seems a bit unreasonable to want to leave just because someone lost something."

The man who gave up his seat at the beginning also blocked Zhao Wenhao's way.

Not only that, the onlookers started to make a fuss, clamoring to teach Zhao Wenhao a lesson.

"Why are young people nowadays so bad? They don't want to be good people, but have to do petty thefts. People like this should be arrested!"

"This kind of person is so despicable. I also lost something last month. Maybe this young man stole it. I think he is a habitual offender."

"Hit him, don't give me face!"

"Yes, kill him. If you don't teach him a lesson, he'll do it again."

"I think we should call the flight attendant."

"Before calling the flight attendant, beat him up first."

"It is! It is!"

……

For a moment, the crowd was outraged, as if Zhao Wenhao had indeed done something against the will of heaven and had aroused public anger.

At this point, even if Zhao Wenhao wanted to leave, it was impossible. The people around him had already gathered around him. It seemed that if they disagreed with him, they would start beating him up.

The man in the shirt received support from everyone and became arrogant.

He stepped forward again, grabbed Zhao Wenhao by the collar, and roared, "You little bastard, let's see where you're going. Hand over your wallet quickly, or I'll make you lie on the ground."

Not only did the man in the shirt say this, but the man who had been chiming in, the one who had given up his seat to the man in the shirt, also gave him a hypocritical admonition: "Young man, just take it out. You won't get any benefits if you keep doing this. Why would you do such a thing when you're young?"

"Just hand it over?" The man in the shirt insisted, sneering at the country bumpkin in front of him. "Nothing is so easy. If we don't teach him a lesson, who knows what kind of person he'll become in the future!"