Starting out as a drug dealer in 1988

After a busy day, Zhao Wenhao felt physically and mentally exhausted.

Since morning, he has been busy greeting guests and handling various affairs, almost without a moment's rest.

In the afternoon, Zhao Wenjing had been picked up by Gu Qiang and went to the provincial capital to attend his family's wedding banquet.

The wedding banquet was mainly attended by relatives and friends of Gu Qiang's family, and Zhao Wenhao did not participate.

Because he still had many relationships that needed to be personally entertained and managed, he chose to stay where he was.

Throughout the day, Zhao Wenhao kept talking, smiling, and toasting people, trying his best to make every guest feel warm and welcome.

However, such high-intensity social activities also made him feel very tired.

It was not until night fell and the clock pointed to past ten o'clock in the evening that Zhao Wenhao finally ended this long day and returned to his home with heavy steps and a stiff smile.

After returning home, Zhao Wenhao lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and tried to relax his body and mind for a moment.

He doesn't plan to go back to the company immediately tomorrow, but wants to rest at home for two days and relax.

Despite this, Zhao Wenhao was still satisfied with today's wedding.

Although he was a little tired, he felt that it was all worth it when he saw his sister's happy face.

Now, he just wants to have a good sleep, then enjoy the rest of the holiday and regain his energy.

"Mouse, mouse, why haven't you gotten up yet? Bang bang bang..."

The next morning, the sun had risen high and the bright sunlight poured into the room through the window, but Zhao Wenhao was still immersed in a sweet dream.

Suddenly, a rapid and loud knock on the door broke the silence and woke him up from his sleep.

Zhao Wenhao rubbed his sleepy eyes, stretched, and muttered, "Huh? Who is it? Knocking on the door so early?"

He turned over lazily and tried to return to sleep.

However, the knocking did not stop, but became more and more urgent, as if it was going to break the door down.

"Who is it? Can't I sleep?" Zhao Wenhao shouted impatiently, with a hint of anger and sleepiness in his voice.

He frowned and squeezed his eyes shut, unwilling to leave the warm and comfortable bed.

"Haozi, it's us, Zhao Dagou and Zhao Mingliang. Hurry up and get up, it's already past nine o'clock!"

A familiar voice came from outside the door. It turned out to be his two childhood friends who came to see him.

A helpless smile appeared on Zhao Wenhao's face. These two guys always came to him so early, which was really a headache.

Despite this, upon hearing that it was his two childhood friends, Zhao Wenhao still managed to open his eyes and replied dazedly, "Oh, I see. Wait a moment, ha."

After saying that, he closed his eyes again, intending to stay in bed for a while longer. After all, it was a rare day to have a good rest, and he didn't want to get up so soon.

A few minutes later, Zhao Wenhao finally slowly got up from the bed, dragged his heavy feet to the door and opened it.

A gust of fresh air blew in his face, making him a little more awake.

"Get up, we have something to talk to you about." Zhao Dagou said impatiently as soon as he entered the room. At the same time, he pulled back the quilt and pulled up Zhao Wenhao who had climbed onto the bed again.

Zhao Wenhao sighed helplessly, thinking that these two people were so anxious that they didn't even give him a chance to sleep a little longer.

"Oh, okay, okay, I'll get up. What on earth do you want?" Zhao Wenhao complained while getting dressed.

"You're a good talker, go ahead."

Zhao Dagou nudged Zhao Mingliang beside him, with an embarrassed look on his face, as if he found it difficult to speak.

"What shameful thing is going on that makes the two of them push each other?" Zhao Wenhao looked at the two of them, feeling a little confused and dissatisfied.

Zhao Dagou and Zhao Mingliang looked at each other, then looked at Zhao Wenhao, but remained silent, as if they didn't know how to start.

Zhao Wenhao shook his head helplessly, rubbed his cheeks, and tried to sober himself up a little.

He took a deep breath and said firmly, "Is there something wrong with the freight company? If there is something, just tell me directly. Don't worry too much!"

After hearing this, Zhao Mingliang hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke with his head down.

His voice was filled with frustration and guilt. "It's definitely a problem with the freight company. The revenue figures for the first half of this year were far from ideal, with a net profit of less than 100 million yuan."

After hearing this, Zhao Wenhao couldn't help but frown, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

This number was far below his expectations and made him very disappointed.

Since the beginning of this year, his main energy has been focused on building the industrial chain of Hengyuan Electronics, and he has no time to take care of Hengyuan Freight Company.

Logically speaking, Hengyuan Electronics' annual transportation volume is quite large, and Hengyuan Freight should have had at least 1000 million in revenue in the first half of the year.

According to the normal value of the freight market, with a revenue of 1000 million, the net profit can at least reach 300 million.

However, the answer given by Zhao Mingliang was less than 100 million, which is a huge gap.

Nearly two hundred trucks are transporting goods every day.

Calculated in this way, a car didn't even make 5000 yuan in half a year. It's simply an international joke.

Zhao Wenhao didn't get angry, but immediately asked: "Reasons, have you summarized the specific reasons?"

Zhao Mingliang quickly took out a few pieces of paper from his pocket and handed them over.

Zhao Wenhao took it and took a look at it. It was the data report for the first half of the year.

So he began to read it carefully.

But the more he looked, the more problems he found. If the person in front of him was not his childhood friend, he really wanted to pick up the teacup and smash it in their face.

However, thinking about the original intention, he finally gave a helpless smile: "Awesome, you guys are really awesome!"

Zhao Dagou and Zhao Mingliang looked at each other. They could of course hear that Zhao Wenhao was speaking in a sarcastic way.

Such a revenue report would make not only Zhao Wenhao but also themselves feel ashamed.

"Expenses such as fuel, tolls, and maintenance fees have increased by 20%. Have you tried to find out the reasons?" Zhao Wenhao asked in a deep voice with a deadpan expression.

The two looked at each other, not knowing how to answer.

Zhao Wenhao spoke again: "Overall operating expenses have increased by 30%. Don't you know where the problem lies?"

The two of them still kept their heads down and said nothing.

In fact, the two of them probably knew what was going on, but they just didn't know how to answer.

"Let me tell you the reason. Most of the cost increases are due to fraud. It's simple: many drivers are issuing false invoices, and the company's management is also involved. Otherwise, they wouldn't have approved the invoices without knowing anything about it."

Zhao Wenhao showed no mercy this time because he felt that some people had gone too far.

To put it bluntly, these certain people are the relatives of Zhao Dagou and Zhao Mingliang.

This is because most of the managers at Hengyuan Freight Company are these people. They are colluding with each other, and even the relevant financial personnel may have falsified the accounts.