Starting out as a drug dealer in 1988

Things finally had a good result, and Zhao Wenhao left the county government with satisfaction.

This matter is actually quite subtle.

Wang Xinyong completely ignored Li Hongyi and personally took charge of the matter. This actually contained a lot of meaning.

Zhao Wenhao guessed that this was most likely Zheng Yifan's dissatisfaction with Li Hongyi, and he expressed it clearly to Wang Xinyong.

There are even some specific hints.

Of course, Zhao Wenhao did not guess at this time that Li Hongyi would be transferred three months later.

After returning to the company, Zhao Wenhao immediately informed the company's middle and senior management of the good news, and at the same time, various preparations began.

Once the light bulb factory moves out, it is required that machinery, equipment, personnel, etc. must be immediately moved in and expansion can begin.

Although the light bulb factory is no longer making ends meet, their factory buildings, dormitories and office buildings are all intact.

As long as the machinery and equipment and corresponding personnel are in place, production can be arranged at any time.

As the days passed, Zhao Wenhao fell into busyness again.

Not only did Ping'an County need him to be in charge regularly and keep an eye on the progress of the light bulb factory, but the R&D center in Xuanzhou was also a key focus of his attention.

Since he wants to develop in the field of home appliances, a water heater project alone is certainly not enough to support Zhao Wenhao's ambition.

Now he has let most of his technical personnel devote themselves to the research and development of washing machines.

"Wenhao, why are you here?"

Yang Yue had just enthusiastically seen off a customer when she turned around and saw Zhao Wenhao striding into the store.

The sudden voice made her feel happy, but more surprised.

"Why, can't I come and see you?"

Zhao Wenhao had a sly smile on his face. He walked quickly forward, gently scratched Yang Yue's straight nose, and then handed her an exquisite cake.

"Look, I went all the way to the city center to bring you some delicious food. Come and try it. Oh, by the way, where is my sister?"

Yang Yue's cheeks flushed red, and she shyly wiped the tip of her nose that had been scratched with her hand. She carefully took the cake and whispered, "My sister went to the warehouse to take inventory. I guess she'll be back soon."

"No one's having a birthday, why buy a cake?" Yang Yue raised her head, with confusion glittering in her big watery eyes.

"Just buy what you want to eat. There's no need for so many rules!"

Zhao Wenhao looked around and saw that there was no one else in the store, so he suddenly became bolder.

He quickly approached Yang Yue, tightly wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and kept moving his handsome face closer, as if wanting to kiss her cheek, which had already turned red with shame.

Yang Yue retreated backwards in fear, pointing frantically toward the door and pouting, "No, there are so many people coming in and out here. It would be so embarrassing if others saw us!"

Didn't Zhao Wenhao know that this place was not suitable for them to be so intimate?

But he hadn't seen Yang Yue, whom he missed so much, for nearly a month. At this moment, his emotions were surging like a tide, and he could hardly control himself.

Seeing Yang Yue's shy face, he had no choice but to loosen his arms that were tightly wrapped around her waist and help her open the cake box.

"Yueyue, the Spring Festival is just two weeks away. When do you and my sister plan to return to our hometown, Ping'an County?"

Zhao Wenhao skillfully cut the cake into pieces and handed one of the pieces to Yang Yue steadily.

Yang Yue didn't act shy at all and took it with ease.

It was lunchtime and the store was busy. She and Zhao Wenjing had not had a good meal. Now they were hungry, and this delicious cake was like timely help.

"Sister Wenjing said that the last month of each year is the busiest and most prosperous time for business.

Just like last year around the Chinese New Year, you generated more than 100,000 yuan in operating income in just one month, which is several times more than usual!

Therefore, judging by the current situation, we will probably have to work until the early morning of New Year's Eve before we can set off to return home."

"Ah!" Hearing this, Zhao Wenhao couldn't help but let out a long sigh filled with helplessness, "You guys are really working so hard!"

Facing his sigh, Yang Yue acted nonchalant: "What's a little hardship? If there's business coming to me, why wouldn't I do it?"

At this moment, Yang Yue was in a very happy and cheerful mood. After all, she was no longer the same person she used to be. She no longer had to struggle to survive by setting up a stall on the streets like before.

She used to have to endure wind and rain all day long.

Especially in the scorching summer and freezing winter, being alone on the bustling streets, one looks so poor and miserable;

But now it is very different. Not only does she own an independent store, but Zhao Wenjing also treats her like a sister and is particularly caring and considerate.

At this point, apart from her relatives, she no longer has any other regrets in her heart.

"Yueyue, I'll come pick you up on New Year's Eve. Come home with me and spend the New Year at my house this year, and in the future too."

Zhao Wenhao strode forward, tightly grasped Yang Yue's delicate and slender hands, and held her tightly in his arms.

"This, this seems a little inappropriate!"

Yang Yue's breathing was rapid, her heartbeat was accelerating, but she still retained a trace of clarity and rationality. She tried to break free from Zhao Wenhao's embrace, her eyes revealing a hint of hesitation and worry.

However, Zhao Wenhao showed no sign of backing down. He widened his eyes and said firmly and forcefully, "What's wrong with that? My home is your home. From now on, you are mine. You must come home with me this year."

Yang Yue naturally understood that the reason why Zhao Wenhao made this suggestion was simply because he didn't want to see her return home alone and stay in that empty house.

She was touched by his care and consideration.

But she also had her own difficulties. As an unmarried young woman, if she rashly went to the man's house to spend the New Year together, she would inevitably be criticized and gossiped about.

Faced with this dilemma, Yang Yue fell into deep entanglement.

On one side are Zhao Wenhao's sincere feelings and well-intentioned invitations, while on the other side are the pressure and troubles brought by secular concepts.

How should she choose? This question lingered in her mind, causing her great distress.

"Wenhao, I can do it, you don't have to worry." Yang Yue shook her head and ultimately did not agree to Zhao Wenhao's request.

Zhao Wenhao was a little depressed. He really didn't want Yang Yue to go back alone.

Not to mention being alone, how could Zhao Wenhao let Yang Yue face the pointing and criticizing of the neighbors again?

"How about this, come to my house on New Year's Eve and we'll have a New Year's Eve dinner together. After that, I'll take you home. Of course, if you want, I can also stay at your house with you!"

Zhao Wenhao could only take a step back and choose to compromise.

"Okay, but if you want to stay overnight at my house, you'd better wait until the day you marry me."

Yang Yue smiled and pushed away Zhao Wenhao's hug again.

Because she had already seen Zhao Wenjing looking at them from a distance, pursing her lips and smiling secretly.