Starting out as a drug dealer in 1988

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, more than ten days have passed quietly, and the calendar has turned to June 1997, 6.

That afternoon, sunlight streamed into the room through the window, and Zhao Wenhao and Yang Yue were busy preparing to go out.

"Wenhao, how do you think I look in this outfit?"

Yang Yue stood in front of the mirror and turned around slightly to show off her clothes.

There was a hint of expectation in her eyes, hoping to get her husband's approval.

Zhao Wenhao looked at his wife with a smile, his eyes full of love: "Dear, you look beautiful in any outfit!"

He walked over to his wife, gently put his arm around her waist, and spoke softly.

Yang Yue blushed and said coquettishly, "Hehehe, you only know how to talk nonsense."

Her laughter is as clear and sweet as a silver bell, which makes people intoxicated.

Zhao Wenhao smiled dotingly and said seriously, "I'm just telling the truth. How can you say I'm being frivolous? My wife is so beautiful. If she really became a model, those models in Hong Kong would probably be out of a job!"

Yang Yue laughed even more happily and punched her husband's chest coquettishly: "Hahaha, disgusting!"

The two were flirting in the room, and a sweet atmosphere filled the air.

At this moment, Zhao Wenxia's voice came from outside the door, with a hint of impatience: "Hey, you two are an old married couple, can you stop being so clingy?"

Zhao Wenhao originally wanted the whole family to go together.

But unexpectedly, Zhao Aiguo and Wei Chunlan felt that there were too many people and it was too crowded, and they were unwilling to join in the fun, so they chose to watch the live broadcast at home.

Therefore, Zhao Wenhao and Yang Yue decided to take Zhao Wenxia with them, leaving the child at home in the care of Zhao Aiguo and Wei Chunlan.

"Hurry up, it's almost five o'clock! I just watched the live broadcast, and the whole road is full of people, and cars can't get through at all." Zhao Wenxia urged anxiously from the doorway.

Zhao Wenhao and Yang Yue looked at each other, smiled, put on their clothes, and walked out of the room.

"Have you brought everything?" Zhao Wenhao asked Zhou Chen downstairs.

Zhou Chen nodded and replied, "Everything is ready, don't worry. We can only drive as far as the conference center, and then we have to get out and walk a distance."

Zhao Wenhao expressed his understanding. After all, today is a big day and it will definitely cause a sensation throughout Hong Kong Island.

It is simply a pipe dream to want to drive directly to the convention and exhibition center. It is impossible unless the police clear the way.

"Let's go! It's really getting late!" Zhao Wenxia looked excited and couldn't wait to pull Zhao Wenhao's arm and pull him out.

Helpless, Zhao Wenhao could only say hello to his parents with a wry smile, and then go out with his wife and sister.

Of course, Zhou Chen and his group also went together.

"Quick, Zhou Chen, take out the national flag and give it to me. I'll wave the flag!"

Finally arriving at the destination, Zhao Wenxia was the first to jump out of the car, taking the lead and rushing out like a burning fireball, holding high a bright five-star red flag in her hand.

At this moment, not only is her face covered with national flag paintings, but she is also wearing a gorgeous red dress. Her whole body seems to be ignited by passion.

"Slow down, wait for us, don't run too fast." Zhao Wenhao hurriedly called out to his sister.

It wasn't even six o'clock yet, but the streets were already crowded with people.

Some people held up the national flag and sang with all their heart;

Some people blew trumpets, and passionate melodies echoed in the air;

Others carried big drums and beat them hard as they moved forward.

Everyone was immersed in this warm atmosphere and was extremely excited.

Zhao Wenhao was the same at this moment, holding his wife tightly with one hand and holding his sister tightly with the other hand, and quickly squeezed into the crowd.

Their pace seemed very slow, and it could even be said that they were completely unable to speed up.

The distance was less than two kilometers, but it took them a full hour to complete it.

When Zhao Wenhao and his team finally arrived at the Hong Kong International Convention and Exhibition Centre, the last Governor of Hong Kong, Chris Patten, was standing in the center of the square delivering his farewell speech.

At this moment, his face was haggard, his eyes were dull, and he was mechanically reciting the speech in his hand.

In the audience, rows and rows of British government officials and important figures sat neatly.

"Brother, what is he talking about?"

Zhao Wenxia came closer curiously, but she didn't understand English, so she could only seek answers from her brother next to her.

Zhao Wenhao replied nonchalantly, "What else can I say? It's nothing more than a review of the so-called 'glorious history.'"

"Since we are all going to pack up and leave, let's go quickly. Why bother looking back? These colonialists are simply shameless." Zhao Wenxia cursed in a low voice.

Not long after, a light drizzle began to fall from the sky.

At first it was just a few raindrops, but as time went on, the rain gradually became heavier and denser.

At this time, many people in the square did not bring umbrellas, and the sudden rain made the whole scene chaotic.

Perhaps it was because the atmosphere was too dull and depressing, or perhaps Patten himself was not very interested, and coupled with the rain, his farewell speech ended quickly and hurriedly, giving people a feeling of being anticlimactic.

&34;Quick, let's find a place to hide!&34;

The rain was still falling. Zhao Wenhao hurriedly took out an umbrella from his backpack and handed it to the people around him. He quickly pulled Yang Yue and Zhao Wenxia together and prepared to find a place to shelter from the rain.

However, the square was already packed with people, and the surrounding trees were also filled with people standing under them, so there was no open space to stand.

As for sitting down to rest, forget it.

In such a situation, it is quite difficult to even squeeze out of the crowd.

Despite this, everyone's enthusiasm could not be dampened. No one fled, and everyone was quietly waiting for the arrival of that important moment.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the "March of the Volunteers" was played in the venue, and it was obvious that people had officially started entering and various ceremonies were about to begin.

"Are you hungry?" Zhao Wenhao held Yang Yue's little hand and asked with concern.

Yang Yue shook his head and said with a smile: "Fortunately, I ate a piece of bread before coming here."

"I'm hungry, brother, I'm so hungry!" Zhao Wenxia came over again and acted coquettishly.

Zhao Wenhao quickly took out the food he had prepared long ago from his backpack, including bread, braised beef and even a pre-cut braised duck.

The three of them squatted on the ground, put on disposable gloves, and ate directly with their hands.

The fragrance spread out, attracting envy from the people around.

Obviously, many people came early to reserve seats, but did not prepare any food, and were starving.

At this time, Zhao Wenhao would not show any humanitarian spirit, as he was currently unable to take care of himself.