Starting out as a drug dealer in 1988

Seeing Zhao Wenhao so resolutely reject his kindness, Xiang Mingyu felt a little regretful, but he didn't take it to heart.

He already had a general understanding of the ideas that Zhao Wenhao had just mentioned. What he needed to do now was to implement them step by step according to those steps.

Besides, Zhao Wenhao is his son's friend. As long as he is won over, there is no need to worry about him not helping him in the future.

Thinking of this, Xiang Mingyu stopped dwelling on the matter and continued chatting with Zhao Wenhao about family matters.

Zhao Wenhao didn't hide much about his situation, except for some aspects, which he also explained to Xiang Mingyu.

"Oh, I didn't expect that your family background was so difficult since childhood, Wenhao. Look at this person in our family, who is five years older than you. I will be thankful if he ever has such ability as you."

Xiang Mingyu felt more and more emotional, and at the same time, looking at his son sitting opposite him, he couldn't help but feel angry again.

Most people wouldn't be able to respond to this, but Zhao Wenhao was knowledgeable and experienced, so he said immediately, "Uncle Xiang, don't underestimate Brother Xiang. I actually think Brother Xiang is quite good. At least the fact that he considers a peasant like me his friend speaks volumes."

Xiang Zhifeng secretly glanced at Zhao Wenhao and suddenly blushed.

Thinking back to when they first met, Xiang Zhifeng had ridiculed Zhao Wenhao, a country bumpkin. If it weren't for what happened on the train, how could he really consider Zhao Wenhao a friend?

"Wenhao, you don't have to speak for him. I know my own son's situation, so I know it too." Xiang Mingyu shook his head slightly and sighed. "Come and visit us often when you're free. Communicate with Zhifeng more often. I hope he can become more capable."

Zhao Wenhao was about to say something humble, but Xiang Mingyu waved his hand and stopped him from speaking.

"You mentioned earlier that you're from Ping'an County. I do have an old friend who works there. Before you leave this time, come to my place and bring him some things."

"No problem!" Zhao Wenhao agreed immediately.

Such a small thing is of course a piece of cake.

Originally, this matter had already been exposed, but Xiang Mingyu didn't think to continue: "My old friend is called Fang Jianxin, and he is the director of your Ping'an County Public Security Bureau. We were once comrades who carried guns together."

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhao Wenhao immediately understood what Xiang Mingyu meant.

If he was simply asked to deliver something, that would be simple enough. But now that he deliberately introduced his identity and pointed out their relationship, there was something else behind it.

Xiang Mingyu's meaning was clear: you helped me, so I have to give you something in return. Since I know you're from the countryside, I'll introduce you to a friend.

As for how to do it, it depends on your personal ability.

Zhao Wenhao understood what he meant. He never expected that this time when he came to Xuanzhou Food Processing Factory and made a suggestion, he would be appreciated by Xiang Mingyu.

What he didn't expect was that Xiang Mingyu immediately returned the favor by introducing him to a powerful figure in Ping'an County.

"Thank you, Uncle Xiang, I know what to do." Zhao Wenhao stood up and expressed his gratitude sincerely.

"Hehehe..."

Xiang Mingyu was very pleased. In his opinion, this kid was so smart at such a young age. He only needed to gently nudge Zhao Wenhao, and he immediately understood what he meant. This young man is teachable.

"Okay, I still have a lot of things to deal with here, so I won't have dinner with you tonight. Let Zhifeng treat us. He knows better than me where to find the best food in Xuanzhou."

Xiang Mingyu finally stood up, stretched, and pointed at Zhifeng.

Zhao Wenhao knew he couldn't interrupt them any further, so he quickly said goodbye. After all, there was still a lot of time to go, and he had a lot of food-related plans in mind, so he could bring them up when the time came.

"Haozi, I only knew you were a good fighter before, but I didn't expect you to be so smart too." Xiang Zhifeng led Zhao Wenhao out of the office, feeling a little emotional. "My dad rarely praises me like this. He really admires you."

Zhao Wenhao didn't want to continue discussing this topic with Xiang Zhifeng, lest he have any thoughts. So he changed the subject directly, "Brother Xiang, does your factory collect various fruits for canning every month?"

"Of course." Xiang Zhifeng was indeed led astray by Zhao Wenhao, and then asked, "You're not planning to collect fruit again and sell it to our factory, are you? You know what, this is a good business."

"Can you make the decision on this matter?" Zhao Wenhao became interested as soon as he heard that there seemed to be a chance.

Xiang Zhifeng couldn't help but look at Zhao Wenhao with disdain, but at the same time he said with a hint of pride, "I'm a purchasing agent for our factory. Even our director gives me some leeway. Do you think anyone would question me if I bought some fruit?"

Zhao Wenhao thought, "Isn't it good that I have a good father? If you were just an ordinary buyer, with your personality, you can try to see if your director will treat you well."

However, he certainly couldn't say such words. He even continued his topic rather flatteringly, "Brother Xiang is really awesome. I just happen to have something I want to ask you for help with. For you, it should be a piece of cake."

"Speak!" Xiang Zhifeng waved his hand, looking quite high-spirited.

He probably knew what Zhao Wenhao was thinking. As long as the quantity was not too large and the price was right, he was willing to help.

Just as Xiang Zhifeng thought, Zhao Wenhao really hoped that Xuanzhou Food Processing Factory could purchase some fruits.

However, it was not for himself, but to help the villagers.

In his opinion, the profit from buying fruit was too low, so there was no need for him to do it. He would rather spend more time buying bupleurum.

Hengtang Town is located in the Ningyang Mountains, so while there may not be much land suitable for growing staple crops, there is a large area suitable for growing fruit trees and herbs.

Take Zhaojiayu for example. There are mountains more than three miles away from Zhaojiayu, and many farmers plant fruit trees on the mountains.

During the harvest season, farmers would carry their fruits in bamboo baskets to the town to sell them, which also counted as part of their income.

There was no other way. There wasn't much actual farmland, but there were a lot of other expenses like agricultural taxes. If they wanted to survive, they naturally had to find other ways.

Unfortunately, these are not cultivated on a large scale. However, there are many villages like Zhaojiayu in Ping'an County.

How many country folk would be willing to spend money to buy too much fruit? Fortunately, the county food processing factory would also buy some, but the quantity would not be too much.

Then the excess part will naturally either end up in the stomachs of the family members or simply rot away.

This time there was an opportunity, and Zhao Wenhao thought that if possible, he could ask the villagers to buy them, and then collect them together and sell them to the Xuanzhou Food Processing Factory.