Starting out as a drug dealer in 1988

Zhao Wenhao vaguely remembers some of these past events, but has forgotten most of them.

Therefore, while Zhao Aifang and his wife were narrating, Zhao Wenhao basically did not say a word, but just smiled and responded with a few words.

It was not until half an hour had passed and the couple seemed to be exhausted from talking that they finally stopped talking about this topic.

Zhao Wenhao could understand them. After all, they hadn't seen each other for eight years, so this was all they could relate to. They couldn't bring up all the past conflicts they had with Zhao Aiguo.

"Aunt, drink some water." Zhao Wenhao took the initiative to pour Zhao Aifang a glass. "How is everything at home lately? I see that you are in good health. Are you still working in your town?"

Zhao Aifang hurriedly took the cup of water and placed it on the table, then lamented, "The company in our town closed down a long time ago, so there's no class for us anymore."

"You don't know, now the whole family depends on me to earn some money. There are three children in the family, and your aunt has to take care of the fields. Life is really miserable." Qian Zhaosheng took over the topic.

"Really?" Zhao Aiguo snorted, his tone tinged with sarcasm. "I heard you became the deputy director of your town office a few years ago."

"Alas, he is just a lousy director, or even a deputy. What can he achieve in the future?" Qian Zhaosheng explained quickly.

Zhao Wenhao glanced down and thought that even if he was the deputy director, it shouldn't be difficult to arrange his family affairs.

As for the claim that life was tight, he didn't believe it at all.

Judging from their clothes and the watches worn by the three of them, and the cigarettes Qian Zhaosheng smoked, they didn't look like they were poor at all.

"Deputy Director, haha! Don't worry, I don't plan to ask you for help."

Zhao Aiguo still couldn't forget the anger he had suffered from the couple, so his tone of voice was naturally sarcastic.

"Brother-in-law, what are you talking about! As your brother-in-law, I will definitely help you with anything you need."

Qian Zhaosheng stood up and patted his chest to make a promise.

Zhao Aiguo wanted to say something but was interrupted by Zhao Wenhao.

He was really worried that Zhao Aiguo would say something inappropriate again.

Besides, Zhao Wenhao knew that when the quarrel was fierce, the main issue was Zhao Aiguo's.

Of course, this doesn’t mean that Qian Zhaosheng did nothing wrong.

Although Qian Zhaosheng was just an ordinary clerk in Yuehe Town at that time, he was a government employee after all.

In addition, Zhao Aiguo himself is not presentable, so Qian Zhaosheng naturally looks down on him as his brother-in-law.

"How old is Mingkai this year? Why hasn't he found a job yet?" Zhao Wenhao quickly changed the subject.

When Zhao Aifang heard her son Qian Mingkai mentioned, she immediately became excited.

In fact, one of the reasons they came here today was for their son.

As for this aspect, Zhao Wenhao probably has a rough idea in his heart.

In this case, it is better to take the initiative to mention it and ask about the situation so that you can deal with it.

"Mingkai is two years younger than you and turns twenty this year!" Zhao Aifang quickly pulled Qian Mingkai over and said, "After graduating from junior high school, I originally wanted him to learn a craft, but he has no talent in this area.

Later, your uncle asked someone to find him a job in the county. But the factory wasn't doing well, and he worked hard and didn't make much money.

Besides, I only have this one son, how could I let him suffer like this? So, I let him come back first and plan to ask someone to find him a job.

As for the two girls, they are still in junior high school. The eldest girl will graduate from junior high school next year. There is no hope for her to enter high school. After she graduates, if she can find a job to support the family, that would be good enough.

It’s hard, tiring and doesn’t make money!

Zhao Wenhao immediately understood what Zhao Aifang meant from her words.

But from another perspective, how can you, a junior high school student who has no skills and is afraid of hard work and fatigue, make money?

Furthermore, Zhao Wenhao didn't mention the two girls. Zhao Aifang specifically mentioned that she would graduate next year and hoped to find a job, essentially counting on Zhao Wenhao's help.

But the problem is that he has just graduated from junior high school and is only fifteen or sixteen years old at most. What can Zhao Wenhao do?

You can't just hire a child laborer and keep him in the company, right?

Of course, Zhao Wenhao would not say such things in front of them.

"Cousin, I heard people say that you're very successful now, and that Hengyuan Electronics' annual output value is tens of millions. Is this true?"

Qian Mingkai looked at Zhao Wenhao expectantly with a gleam in his eyes.

"Output value is just a bunch of numbers that can't be counted. Don't listen to what people outside say. How would they know that I still owe the bank 3000 million yuan?"

Zhao Wenhao spoke lightly about it.

"3000 million? Is that true?"

Wei Chunlan, who had been silent all this time, was shocked and hurried forward to ask questions.

Not only her, but even Zhao Aiguo looked surprised.

As for Zhao Aifang and his wife, they seemed to be a little bit unconvinced.

"I borrowed all the money I needed for my factory in Xuanzhou from the bank. Mom, don't worry about these things. I will take care of it."

Zhao Wenhao didn't want to make Wei Chunlan worry, so he quickly explained to him.

"3000 million! Zizizizi..." Qian Mingkai said with a longing look, "I wish I could borrow that much from the bank someday."

Zhao Wenhao couldn't help but sneer in his heart, do you think it's so easy to borrow money from the bank?

He has high expectations but poor skills, and it seems he cannot be entrusted with such an important task.

"Wenhao, you see Mingkai doesn't have a proper job now. We came here today because we hope you can help him." Zhao Aifang quickly put forward her idea.

"No problem, I'll definitely help." Zhao Wenhao agreed readily. "Let's go to the workshop. I'll find a good master to take him in and let him learn from me. Maybe he can become a good hand in the future."

"I won't go to the workshop. It's hard and tiring." Qian Mingkai denied it outright.

Zhao Wenhao smiled slightly and asked casually, "If you don't want to go to the workshop, where do you want to go?"

"I just want to work in an office." Qian Mingkai stood up immediately and said excitedly, "Just like my dad, it would be best if I could be an office manager."

"Can you write articles? Can you organize documents and summarize them? Can you organize and handle reception work?"

Zhao Wenhao's face darkened. He hadn't expected that his cousin was so ignorant of right and wrong. A junior high school graduate with no work experience at all actually dreamed of becoming an office director.

This is child's play!

"I……"

Qian Mingkai was about to say something when he was interrupted by Qian Zhaosheng in time.

As the deputy director of the Yuehe Town Office, reading people's expressions is his first skill.

Qian Zhaosheng certainly saw the change in Zhao Wenhao's expression. In addition, since he didn't even agree with what his son had just said, how could he possibly get Zhao Wenhao's consent?