Starting out as a drug dealer in 1988

Over the past month, Zhao Wenhao's previously fair and tender skin has disappeared, and his skin has now become much darker.

But at the same time, people also become stronger and stronger, no longer as weak as before.

He traveled back and forth between Ping'an County and Yangzhou City eight times, selling more than 2300 kilograms of honeysuckle, with remarkable results.

Wei Chunlan could never have imagined that in just over a month, her family had already earned a profit of more than 1.6 yuan.

But the fact is right in front of her: all the honeysuckle had been weighed by her hands. She remembered every single amount clearly, and according to her calculations, even after deducting some of the debts she had previously paid off and the expenses during this period, her son still had at least 1.4 yuan.

In 1988, when the average annual income per capita in rural areas was less than 600 yuan, such a sum of money would definitely make the entire Zhaojiayu island dumbfounded.

A ten thousand yuan household, definitely a ten thousand yuan household.

And all of this was achieved in just over a month.

"Wenhao, why don't we pay off the debts of Jianmin and the branch secretary's family first? It's not a good thing to keep owing them." Wei Chunlan suggested again.

Zhao Wenhao calculated carefully and felt that repaying the debt at this time would not be too abrupt.

He bought honeysuckle from villagers at a price of 8 yuan per kilogram. Many villagers were guessing how much he earned, but due to his deliberate concealment, no one except Wei Chunlan knew that his profit was 7 yuan per kilogram.

More than 2300 kilograms of honeysuckle have been sold so far. Even if someone speculates, returning the money now will not cause much waves.

"Mom, let's talk about this after I get back from Yangzhou. People lend us money, so we have to show our appreciation. I'll buy something from the provincial capital and bring it back to express our gratitude."

After careful consideration, Zhao Wenhao made a decision.

"That's right!" Wei Chunlan finally breathed a sigh of relief, and was also pleased that her son understood the ways of the world. "Then it's settled. You decide what to buy."

Two days later, Zhao Wenhao set off again with the last 230 kilograms of honeysuckle.

After all, he was familiar with the process, and the 230 kilograms of goods were sold out quickly. He then began to prepare to stock up on Bupleurum chinense.

Last month, the price of bupleurum was 10 yuan per kilogram, but by the middle of this month, it had risen to 11.3 yuan per kilogram. Furthermore, with strong demand, the price has not stopped rising and is still continuing to climb.

Many people speculate that by the end of the year, its price is likely to exceed 12 yuan per kilogram.

Even before coming to Yangzhou, Zhao Wenhao had already inquired in the town and county, and found out that the current purchase price here was only 5.5 yuan per kilogram. Even if he raised the purchase price, his profit could basically double.

"Hello, I'm looking for Xiang Zhifeng from the purchasing department. Could you please help me call him?"

At the gate of Xuanzhou Food Processing Factory, Zhao Wenhao handed over an Ashima cigarette and greeted the guard with a smile.

The guard took the cigarette without hesitation and looked at the young man in front of him.

At this time, Zhao Wenhao deliberately changed into a white short-sleeved Dacron shirt that he had just bought, and his hair had just been done. He no longer looked like the poor country boy he used to be.

After helping Xiang Zhifeng catch the thief on the train last time, the two met twice in Xuanzhou. Zhao Wenhao was the one who took the initiative to call Xiang Zhifeng, and each time he brought him some Yangzhou specialties.

Although he knew that this man was a playboy, Zhao Wenhao had no connections at the moment. He urgently needed to build his own network, and Xiang Zhifeng was a good entry point.

Today's society is a society based on personal relationships. If you want to pursue future development by relying solely on yourself, it will be very difficult, and you will inevitably be constrained by many parties in the future.

"What's your name?" Perhaps because of the Ashima cigarette, the guard finally agreed to the request.

Zhao Wenhao quickly took out a match and helped to light it. "Just say Zhao Wenhao is looking for him."

The call was made quickly. When Xiang Zhifeng on the other end of the phone heard that it was Zhao Wenhao looking for him, he immediately walked out of the office.

"Haozi, this is your first time in our factory. Come on, let me take you around. After get off work, I'll take you out for a big meal." Xiang Zhifeng was very enthusiastic, without any trace of his previous arrogance.

Zhao Wenhao quickly handed over a gift in his hand, "Brother Xiang, I just came back from Yangzhou and brought you some local specialties."

Xiang Zhifeng was very pleased and took the things from Zhao Wenhao without any hesitation and took him to stroll around the entire processing plant.

The two of them were acquaintances who didn't know each other until they fought. At first, Xiang Zhifeng looked down on the rustic Zhao Wenhao. However, later on, it was Zhao Wenhao's presence that allowed him to recover his lost property.

As a result, Xiang Zhifeng's impression of Zhao Wenhao has changed greatly.

In addition, Zhao Wenhao had deliberately made friends with him many times and brought him gifts every time he came to Xuanzhou, which satisfied his vanity.

Xiang Zhifeng knew Zhao Wenhao was deliberately trying to make friends with him, and he also knew he must have something to ask for. If it was truly within his ability, Xiang Zhifeng would be willing to help.

Just as the two were strolling around, a Jetta car drove into the factory and happened to see Xiang Zhifeng gesticulating and excitedly introducing the glory of the processing plant to Zhao Wenhao.

"Zhifeng, what are you doing? You still have time to play here during work!"

The car door opened, and a middle-aged man stuck his head out from the window, looking at the two of them seriously.

"Dad, you're back!" Xiang Zhifeng, who was originally in high spirits, suddenly felt as if he had been struck by frost when he saw this person. "A friend came to see me, and I took him on a casual tour."

Xiang Mingyu's eyes were still serious, and he didn't give Zhao Wenhao any face at all. "Go back to work. If you don't work hard, I'll beat you with a belt when I get home."

When Zhao Wenhao heard that it was Xiang Zhifeng's father, he immediately became excited.

He stepped forward and greeted politely, "Hello, Director Xiang. I'm Zhao Wenhao, a friend of Brother Xiang. Nice to meet you."

Xiang Mingyu didn't care at all. In his opinion, how many of his son's friends were good? They were all irrelevant guys. How could such people possibly catch his eye?

Therefore, when he saw Zhao Wenhao coming over to say hello, he didn't show any reaction, and even his facial expression didn't change at all, as if he was keeping strangers away.

Xiang Zhifeng was as embarrassed as he could be, but he didn't dare to act rashly in front of his stern father. He just wanted to pull Zhao Wenhao away quickly, lest Xiang Mingyu really beat him with a belt when they returned that night.