Starting out as a drug dealer in 1988

The opportunity is right in front of him, how could Zhao Wenhao let it go.

He was well aware that Xiang Zhifeng was a dandy boy, but it wasn't Xiang Zhifeng he really wanted to befriend, or perhaps Xiang Zhifeng was just a transitional figure. The person he really wanted to get to know was naturally Xiang Mingyu.

"Director Xiang, I came here today to make a suggestion. I wonder if you can give me a few minutes of your time. Don't worry, it will definitely be of great benefit to our food processing plant."

Zhao Wenhao was not at all discouraged by Xiang Mingyu's attitude. Thinking back to when he was doing business, he had suffered countless setbacks and contempt. If he couldn't even bear this little bit of grievance, how could he achieve anything great?

At this time, Xiang Mingyu obviously did not expect that Zhao Wenhao would make such a request. This was very different from his son's previous friends.

In the past, all those so-called bad friends came to Xiang Zhifeng for food, drinks and fun. But this person actually wanted to give him advice on their first meeting, which was beyond his expectation.

Xiang Zhifeng was a little anxious when he saw Zhao Wenhao taking the initiative to come forward and talk to him. He knew how much his father looked down on his so-called friends. By doing this, wasn't Zhao Wenhao walking into trouble?

He was about to go forward and pull Zhao Wenhao away, but Xiang Mingyu suddenly said, "Suggestions? What suggestions? How old are you? Do you know how a food processing factory operates?"

In fact, Zhao Wenhao actually knew, because in his previous life, when he first started working, he worked in a food company.

However, that was after 2000. And because of the different systems, many aspects of management were naturally different. But there were also many similarities.

Zhao Wenhao was afraid that the other party would ignore him, but as long as Xiang Mingyu gave him a chance to speak, he believed that he would be able to impress him.

"Director Xiang, I may not be able to say much about management for the time being, but I do have some ideas about business operations that I would like to share with you." Zhao Wenhao took another step forward without fear and said with certainty.

Only then did Xiang Mingyu take a closer look at the young man. He was very curious about what the young man wanted to say to him.

"I hope you're not wasting my time." Xiang Mingyu nodded slightly, then said to Xiang Zhifeng, "Bring your friend to my office."

After saying that, he told the driver to drive away without lingering.

Looking at the rear of the car going away, Xiang Zhifeng was a little displeased. "Haozi, what are you doing? If you need any help, just tell me. Why go to my dad? You haven't dealt with him before. He's not a good person to talk to."

"Brother Xiang, I do have some ideas that I need to discuss with Director Xiang." Zhao Wenhao said unconcernedly, "Don't worry, you'll know when the time comes. It's definitely not a bad thing. Maybe it will even make your father look at you with new eyes."

Xiang Zhifeng thought, it’s okay if he looks at me with new eyes, but at least he doesn’t get beaten up when he gets home.

But of course he couldn't say this in front of Zhao Wenhao. He still had to maintain his face in public.

"Let's go." Xiang Zhifeng said nonchalantly. He was really worried that Zhao Wenhao would cause him some trouble. He was even considering whether to keep his distance from this guy in the future.

The two of them quickly walked into an office on the third floor of the factory's administrative building. Xiang Mingyu was already sitting at his desk, reading several documents.

When he saw Zhao Wenhao and Xiang Zhifeng come in, he just looked up and didn't pay any attention to them immediately. Instead, he continued to review the documents at hand.

Xiang Zhifeng was a little embarrassed, but he didn't dare to say anything more, so he could only lead Zhao Wenhao to sit on the sofa.

Zhao Wenhao, who was used to such scenes, didn't care. He even had the leisure to look around the office, especially the calligraphy on the wall behind Xiang Mingyu.

The five words "Serve the People" are in line with the characteristics of the times, but the person who withdrew the money, Xiang Mingxuan, caught his attention.

Xiang Mingyu and Xiang Mingxuan are only one character apart, and the inscription is hung in the office, so there must be a certain relationship between the two.

Zhao Wenhao, who often reads newspapers, knows that the executive vice mayor of Xuanzhou City is Xiang Mingxuan. If his guess is correct, this Xiang Mingxuan is very likely Xiang Mingyu's brother.

Zhao Wenhao was lost in thought, while Xiang Mingyu occasionally looked up to examine the young man. It wasn't until several minutes later that he put down the documents in his hand and sat on the sofa.

"Tell me, what do you want to say? I hope you don't waste my time." Xiang Mingyu picked up his teacup and took a sip, with no intention of pouring tea for Zhao Wenhao and Xiang Zhifeng.

Zhao Wenhao, who was already prepared, said without hesitation: "I have a question and a suggestion."

"As far as I know, every county and city in Huining Province has its own food processing factory. Apart from the size, they are basically the same.

The food they produce is nothing more than canned fruit, biscuits, etc. The most technically advanced one is malted milk, which is a best-seller in the market.

"What's wrong with this? It's normal, everyone does this!" Xiang Zhifeng, who was sitting next to him, couldn't help but question it.

Zhao Wenhao was just waiting for someone to help him. When he saw Xiang Zhifeng questioning him, he immediately retorted, "Of course there are problems, and they're huge. Or maybe there weren't any problems before, but there will definitely be problems in the future."

Xiang Zhifeng scoffed directly, even a little dissatisfied, "You are exaggerating. All these years have passed, and there are no problems. How come there are problems just now?"

Obviously, Xiang Zhifeng was still a little unhappy about Zhao Wenhao taking the initiative to come to his father.

Zhao Wenhao did not bother with Xiang Zhifeng. His purpose was to persuade Xiang Mingyu, so of course he could not argue with Xiang Zhifeng.

"The so-called reform and opening up, in simple terms, means that we can go out and things from outside can come in. So what I want to ask is, what products of our Xuanzhou Food Processing Factory have been exported?

As far as I know, our factory's main customer base seems to be limited to the entire city of Xuanzhou. We can't even enter other cities, let alone other provinces and abroad.

The reason is simple: homogeneity is too serious and we don’t have our own flagship product.

Maybe you can't feel it now. After all, we are the only food processing factory in Xuanzhou, so you don't lack people to buy your products. But in the future, with the progress of reform and opening up, if the market is liberalized and other companies enter the market, will you still have your own competitiveness?

"Tsk..." Xiang Zhifeng remained unconvinced. "A company as big as ours is afraid of competition from smaller ones? You're just exaggerating."

He was so attitude, but Xiang Mingyu obviously sat up straighter and was no longer as nonchalant as before.