Starting out as a drug dealer in 1988

Of course, Fang Jianxin didn't know that his subordinates had so many ideas, and even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

At this time, he was chatting with Zhao Wenhao.

Just last night, he received a call from Xiang Mingyu, who introduced him to Zhao Wenhao's situation and asked him to take care of him when it was convenient.

The two had a very close relationship. On the battlefield that year, Xiang Mingyu even saved Fang Jianxin's life.

Therefore, Fang Jianxin would certainly not sit idly by in response to Xiang Mingyu's request.

An hour later, Zhao Wenhao respectfully left Fang Jianxin's office. Fang Jianxin took the initiative to see him out and asked him to come visit often in the future.

Zhao Wenhao held a note in his hand, which contained Fang Jianxin's office phone number and home address.

"Wenhao, are you leaving now?"

When Zhao Wenhao walked out of Fang Jianxin's office and was about to go back, he didn't expect Zhang Bingkun to suddenly appear from some corner and appear right in front of him.

"Hello, Captain Zhang. Uncle Fang still has a lot of things to deal with, so I can't bother him any further." Zhao Wenhao responded politely.

Zhang Bingkun enthusiastically pulled Zhao Wenhao's arm and said, "I just need to go out to do something. I'd like to give you a ride."

"No, no, I can just take the bus back. Next time I come to the county, I'll meet up with you, Captain Zhang."

When you give someone a gift, you must have something to ask for. Zhao Wenhao knew that it was impossible for the other party to just happen to be out on business. He must be trying to get closer to him and then get closer to Fang Jianxin through him.

Of course, he also hoped to have a good relationship with Zhang Bingkun, but after all, it was just their first meeting, and it seemed unreasonable to bother him.

Perhaps because he felt that he seemed too eager, Zhang Bingkun did not continue to be polite with Zhao Wenhao.

However, he still took out a pen and paper, wrote down a phone number, and specifically told Zhao Wenhao to come to see him next time.

So, Zhao Wenhao left the county public security bureau with two notes in his hand and boarded the minibus for the return trip.

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"Zhao Aiguo, you bastard! I only have three hens at home. How could you have the heart to steal them all?"

"Zhao Aiguo, you beast, get out here!"

"Wei Chunlan, don't stop me. I know you're a good person, and I have to teach him a lesson today. This has happened countless times. We're neighbors after all, so you shouldn't bully others like this."

"Crackling..."

There was a sound of pots and pans being smashed.

At this time, a group of villagers who were watching the fun were gathered at the gate of Zhao Aiguo's house.

Everyone was pointing and talking inside the house, especially Zhao Aiguo who was hiding in the house and not opening the door, and they were deliberately cursing loudly.

Obviously, none of these people sympathized with the thieving Zhao Aiguo.

"Wow, brother Shuisheng, please don't smash it. Can't I just compensate your family?"

Wei Chunlan was crying and trying to grab Zhao Shuisheng who was destroying things in the kitchen.

But Zhao Shuisheng was clearly furious, and he didn't care about anything else. He just shook off Wei Chunlan's arm, picked up the stick in his hand, and hit the cauldron again.

"Boom!"

A big hole suddenly appeared at the bottom of the cauldron, and it was obviously no longer usable.

On the other side, Zhao Shuisheng's wife Ma Xiaofang threw all the dishes in the cupboard to the ground one by one.

The house was in a mess. Even from the pigpen on the other side of the kitchen, bursts of howling could be heard, as if the sounds of smashing and destroying had disturbed the sweet dreams of the people.

At this time, Zhao Wenhao just arrived at the door of his house and saw a group of neighbors watching, whispering and pointing.

Especially when he heard Wei Chunlan's crying and screaming coming from the kitchen, he became furious and angry.

He picked up a shovel from the wall, pushed through the crowd, and rushed into the kitchen.

"Which bastard dares to do that?"

"Wenhao, don't."

In the dim kitchen, when Zhao Wenhao raised the shovel and was about to hit the man with his back to him, he was pulled back by Wei Chunlan.

"Zhao Wenhao, if you have the guts, just shoot here. You have done such an ugly thing in your own family, and you still have the nerve to fight with me." Zhao Shuisheng's face flushed, and he pointed at Zhao Wenhao and moved his head forward.

"Wenhao, don't blame your Uncle Shuisheng. It was your dad who stole the three old hens and sold them for money."

Wei Chunlan was crying, but she held Zhao Wenhao's arm tightly, fearing that her son would accidentally hit someone.

Zhao Wenhao was stunned, and his hand holding the shovel stopped in the air unconsciously.

Seeing this scene, he thought someone was bullying him, but he didn't expect there was such a hidden secret.

"How can you be sure that my dad stole it? Do you have any evidence?" Zhao Wenhao was at a loss for words, but he had to say it.

Since they came knocking on his door, they must have some evidence. Especially considering his cheap father's past behavior, it's really possible that he would do such a thing.

Zhao Shuisheng was furious and raised the wooden stick in his hand. If his wife Ma Xiaofang had not held him back, he would have really gone to fight Zhao Wenhao.

"Zhao Wenhao, you're a high school graduate, so you're considered educated. You're probably well aware of your father's character, especially since he was spotted selling chickens in town."

Ma Xiaofang stopped her husband from actually doing it again and continued, "Last year, a duck and two chickens were stolen from my house. We had no evidence and didn't say anything. But this time is different. Your family must give us an explanation."

Hey!

Zhao Wenhao sighed. When the other party explained the situation, he knew that it must be true.

The whole village knew the character of his cheap father, not to mention him. It was clear that his family was in the wrong in this matter, and they deserved to have their pots and pans smashed.

He wanted to make some excuses, but after thinking about it, he felt too embarrassed to continue talking to others.

"Three old hens, right? I'll compensate you." Zhao Wenhao put down the shovel in his hand, took out the half-pack of Hongmei cigarettes from his pocket, took out a cigarette, and handed it over. "Uncle Shuisheng, I'm sorry, I take responsibility for this."

Zhao Shuisheng obviously didn't expect Zhao Wenhao to admit the matter so quickly. He thought it would take a fight to settle it.

The two families were neighbors, and if Zhao Shuisheng hadn't been furious, he wouldn't have done anything like smashing other people's pots and pans. Now that he saw Zhao Wenhao was willing to compensate, he naturally took over the initiative.

"Wenhao, I really didn't mean to do this. I just came to your house, but your father still refused to admit it and said that I was wrongly accusing him. If I wasn't so angry, I wouldn't really care about it just based on Xiaofang's relationship with Sister Chunlan."

Zhao Shuisheng shook his head and took the cigarette handed to him by Zhao Wenhao, as a sign of accepting his apology.

Zhao Wenhao gave a helpless wry smile, took out thirty yuan from his bag, and stuffed it into Zhao Shuisheng's hand, "Uncle Shuisheng, I'm sorry!"

Seeing the broken bowls and pots all over the kitchen floor and a pot with a big hole in it, Zhao Shuisheng felt a little embarrassed.