Starting out as a drug dealer in 1988

The sun has set and the sky has become dark.

Zhao Wenhao walked aimlessly on the street, looking at the people coming and going with a confused look on his face.

He had imagined such a scenario before, so he was mentally prepared. But when the time came, he still overestimated his own mentality.

It seems that this is a parallel world, and in this world, one's parents may still be alive.

Fortunately, I had a net worth of tens of millions at that time, my wife was very virtuous, and my daughter was very well-behaved. I believed they would take good care of the elderly.

At this time, Zhao Wenhao could only comfort himself in this way.

He can't go back, and can only hope that his family in another world can get over the grief as soon as possible.

Life had to go on, and he now had a new family. Especially his new mother, Wei Chunlan, and older sister, Zhao Wenjing, who depended on him immensely. He needed to start anew, while also ensuring his family lived a happy life.

Zhao Wenhao punched the air fiercely, as if trying to wipe something out. Then he resolutely boarded the bus to the train station.

Unfortunately, there was no train to Xuanzhou that day, so I could only buy a ticket for the 8:20 train the next morning.

So he had no choice but to go to a private hotel near the train station and settle down temporarily.

The cost of a large bunk bed is 30 cents per person, and a single room is one dollar.

Zhao Wenhao certainly wouldn't take such a risk just to save a few cents, as he had a "huge sum" of money on him. Besides, he wasn't used to sharing a bunk bed with several grown men.

After two whole days, I was finally able to take a hot shower. Even if it was just a mixture of hot and cold water in the common bathroom and a wipe on my body, it felt incredibly comfortable.

After two days of running around, especially last night when he barely slept, he lay down on the creaking bed and soon began to snore.

Perhaps because things had already come to this, Zhao Wenhao finally figured it out. He slept soundly that night, and didn't finally wake up until around 7:30 the next day.

The first thing he did when he woke up was to touch the cash stuffed under his pillow. These were the capital for his future success, and there must not be any problems.

He had originally been considering whether to bring some dried fish from Yangzhou back to Dingzhou or Xuanzhou to sell. After all, Yangzhou is located on the coast and has abundant fishery resources. These small dried fish are also quite cheap.

If you buy some and take them back to sell, you can still make some profit.

But think about it, the total amount is only about 500 yuan, and I still have to buy honeysuckle after I go back, so there is no spare money to do anything else.

Forget it, I'd better focus on the herbal medicine business first, and then consider other things when I have more funds in the future.

Zhao Wenhao got up from the bed quickly, washed up, went downstairs to return the deposit, and then hurried to the train station.

The journey back was smooth, and Zhao Wenhao, who was fully prepared, did not encounter any extra problems.

When he walked out of Xuanzhou Railway Station, the big clock in the square showed the time was exactly 5:30 in the afternoon.

There weren't many buses from Xuanzhou to Ping'an County, and by this time, there were definitely no buses left. Even if we took a bus to Dingzhou City now, it would take two or three hours. By then, it would be dark.

So Zhao Wenhao simply stayed in Xuanzhou for another night and took a bus back to Ping'an County early the next morning.

"Wenhao is back! I heard you went to the provincial capital to sell honeysuckle. How's it going? Are the prices high there?"

"Wenhao, I haven't seen you for two or three days. Your mother waits for you at the village entrance every day. I just saw her over there. She must have just returned not long ago."

"Haozi, I heard you went to the provincial capital? Is it fun there? I heard there are a lot of tall buildings and the women are all dressed up brightly. Aren't they very beautiful?"

As soon as he returned to Zhaojiayu, he met the villagers, young and old. He didn't know who had leaked the news that he was going to the provincial capital to sell honeysuckle, but they all came to Zhao Wenhao to ask for all kinds of information.

Many people are not familiar with Zhao Wenhao, and can't even remember his name.

He could only agree to each one of them until he finally walked into the house and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"You, you're back!"

Zhao Aiguo, who had just walked out of the house to go out to do something, saw his son suddenly come in and hurriedly hid a duck in his hand behind his back.

At first, Zhao Wenhao didn't pay attention until he heard the duck's call, and then he realized that there was a duck hiding behind his cheap father.

"Why are you catching ducks?"

Zhao Wenhao didn't treat him well, even though he was nominally his father and even related by blood. But the things he did were really speechless, and he didn't act like a father at all.

"It's nothing. This duck was running around. I just caught it and was about to put it back in the nest." Zhao Aiguo's words were evasive, and he even stepped back unconsciously.

Now, he was really afraid of his son, especially after hearing Zhao Jianmin's story about how he tried to stab Ma Yaoming in the chest with a screwdriver in the town that day.

This was completely different from the timid Zhao Wenhao of the past. He didn't know what had caused his son's personality to change so drastically. But that didn't stop him from being a little afraid of his youngest son.

When Zhao Wenhao saw Zhao Aiguo's expression, he knew that the other party was hiding something.

"You're not planning on selling the ducks, are you?" Zhao Wenhao frowned and took a step forward. "Your family is so poor, and you still plan to continue doing this. How could you bear to let your family suffer with you?"

Zhao Aiguo's face flushed, but he immediately steeled himself and said, "You took all the money in the house. I don't even have money to buy a pack of cigarettes. What's wrong with me selling a duck? I paid for the duck in the first place."

Zhao Wenhao almost fainted from anger at his words. If the other party was not his cheap father, he really wanted to slap him.

Unfortunately, he was no longer the same person he was when he first woke up. Even though the other party had many faults, he couldn't really take action. He was still clear about this.

Zhao Wenhao was too lazy to argue with him, there was no point.

"Put the duck back. Here's half a pack of cigarettes. Have a smoke." Zhao Wenhao pulled the remaining half pack of Zhonghua from his pocket and threw it over. "If you need money in the future, just tell me, but you need a good reason. If you act like before, my elder sister and I will no longer care about you. We'll just ask Mom to divorce you and let you live on your own."

Zhao Aiguo happily took the half-pack of cigarettes and just as he was about to write something, he suddenly raised the cigarette in his hand and said, "You little bastard, you're always controlling me. And you, on the other hand, are willing to buy Zhonghua cigarettes. How dare you criticize me?"

Zhao Wenhao glanced at him coldly and explained slowly, "I did someone a small favor on the road and they gave me a pack of cigarettes. Don't be so long-winded. If you don't want it, just give it back to me."

"Who said no!" Zhao Aiguo stuffed the cigarette into his trouser pocket, then turned and left the main room. He had never smoked Zhonghua cigarettes in his life, so of course he went out to show off.

Looking at Zhao Aiguo's departing back, Zhao Wenhao shook his head and sighed.

It's really tiring to deal with such a father. Fortunately, I still have a mother, an older sister, and a lively and lovely younger sister.