Starting out as a drug dealer in 1988

"Have you heard? The village has just arranged for people to start buying apples!"

"I've heard about it too. It was arranged by that kid Zhao Aiguo. They send it directly to the provincial food processing factory, and the payment is made once a month."

"The information I have is more accurate than yours. The village has already calculated that the profit per kilogram is at least 7 cents. With a monthly supply of ten tons, that's a profit of over a thousand yuan per month. That's a huge sum of money."

"Then is Zhao Wenhao a fool? Why would he give up such a good opportunity? Is there something fishy going on here?"

"Who knows? If it were me, I would definitely not give up such a good thing. As for what Zhao Wenhao is thinking, who knows? Let's just wait and see, maybe something strange will happen."

The very next day after Zhao Wenhao and Zhao Yuanchao had discussed the matter, Zhao Yuanchao held a meeting within the village committee to announce the matter.

An hour after the meeting ended, almost everyone in the village, young and old, male or female, had heard the news.

As for the village's "intelligence station", rumors began to spread everywhere.

At this time, Zhao Wenhao was still lying in bed at home, sleeping in, completely unaware of how big a commotion had been going on outside.

"You little bastard, you still have the nerve to sleep? How can you still sleep after causing such a big incident?"

Zhao Aiguo ran in angrily from outside, pulled back the quilt, and started scolding Zhao Wenhao, who was in a daze.

Not only him, but even Wei Chunlan followed in in surprise, hoping to get an explanation.

How can you just give away a profit of more than a thousand yuan a month?

"What's going on?" Zhao Wenhao opened his eyes inexplicably. He was having a sweet dream, but was pulled out of the quilt.

"What's going on? I need to ask you something!" Zhao Aiguo shouted angrily, seemingly having forgotten about stealing chickens yesterday. "Did you hand over the fruit purchasing business to the village? Can you make a profit of over a thousand yuan a month?"

Zhao Wenhao rubbed his eyes, a little confused. "I just told the Secretary of the Yuanchao branch about this last night. How come you all know about it today?"

“It really happened!”

Zhao Aiguo was so angry that he picked up a book on the desk and wanted to throw it at him. But when he saw Zhao Wenhao's cold eyes, he immediately lost his courage.

"Why are you glaring at me? How can you do things like that? That's a business worth over a thousand dollars a month. Why do you decide to let the village handle it?"

Although he didn't dare to make a move, Zhao Aiguo was still clearly indignant. If he were to handle this business, he would be able to wake up with a smile in his sleep, and there would be no need to care about other people's expressions.

Zhao Wenhao looked at Zhao Aiguo with disdain. He knew very well what his adoptive father was thinking.

But he knew this man's character better than anyone else. If he were to be in charge of this matter, he would surely mess things up sooner or later. Not to mention, it would be strange if he didn't have some ulterior motives when he had so much money in his pocket every month.

"Wenhao, what's going on? Tell me about it." Wei Chunlan, who was standing by, was also a little anxious and stepped forward to urge him.

Zhao Wenhao can ignore Zhao Aiguo, but he is very caring towards Wei Chunlan.

Seeing her asking the question, I quickly explained my thoughts to her.

"Hey, isn't it a pity to give away so much profit like this?" Wei Chunlan rubbed her temples, seeming a little dissatisfied with Zhao Wenhao's approach. "Why don't we give some away and do some ourselves?"

"Mom, don't think about this anymore. You'll be busy later." Zhao Wenhao felt helpless and could only get up from the bed and said again, "From today on, you will help me buy Bupleurum chinense. The more the better."

There are five people in the family. Zhao Wenxia is still in elementary school, Zhao Wenjing works in town, and Zhao Aiguo is someone who cannot be relied upon.

Apart from Wei Chunlan, Zhao Wenhao couldn't find anyone to do the job for the time being.

Besides, he didn't want outsiders to know about the Yangzhou Chinese Herbal Medicine Distribution Center. This was his first pot of gold, so of course he wanted to keep it going for as long as possible.

It would not be easy to make such huge profits after everyone knows the news.

Zhao Wenhao estimated that such a good thing would only happen in the second half of next year at the latest. By then, there would definitely be people doing the same thing as him.

Not only that, if drug dealers from other places come here to collect goods, he may face new competition.

Therefore, he now focuses on purchasing medicinal materials and does not want to do anything else.

Wait until the funds accumulate to a certain level before considering what to do next.

Unfortunately, he couldn't tell others these words, and even if he did, they wouldn't necessarily agree. So, it would be better to just do it first, without having to explain.

"I can help you do this!" Zhao Aiguo was still unwilling to give up, still thinking about such a good thing, "At worst, we can each get half of the money we earn, that should be fine."

"Haha, you?" Zhao Wenhao glanced at Zhao Aiguo casually, "Forget it, I don't want to cause myself any more trouble."

"you!"

Being despised by his son, Zhao Aiguo was furious, but there was nothing he could do.

"If you really want to do something, how about this? Starting today, you'll help me buy Bupleurum. From now on, I'll just be responsible for the accounting, and you'll be responsible for the transportation, weighing, and so on."

Zhao Wenhao thought about it and decided to give him a chance and let Zhao Aiguo have something to do, otherwise who knows what kind of trouble he would cause.

Anyway, as long as he is not allowed to touch money and is only responsible for doing physical work, he should be fine.

"You can't work for nothing, can you?"

Although Zhao Aiguo was not very willing to help Wei Chunlan, he had no say at home, so he could only think about getting some benefits from his son.

"Ten yuan for a day's work," Zhao Wenhao said bluntly. "As for when there's no work, don't count on it."

After saying that, he ignored Zhao Aiguo and pulled Wei Chunlan aside and explained to him some matters concerning the purchase of Bupleurum.

"6 yuan per kilogram? The purchase price in our town was only 4.8 yuan per kilogram half a month ago."

Wei Chunlan was obviously reluctant to pay such a high price for the purchase. In his opinion, his son had just given up the fruit business, and now he was buying Bupleurum at such a high price, which was simply pushing money away.

People of their generation can be said to have experienced hardships and would like to spend every penny in half.

Zhao Wenhao didn't want to explain this matter to them anymore, so he decided on it directly.

He had been working hard for several days and finally wanted to rest for a while, but was interrupted by the two of them. Now he just wanted to take a nap and not worry about anything else.