Starting out as a drug dealer in 1988

The weather in March is like a constantly changing painting.

Sometimes the warm sun hangs high in the sky, and the gentle breeze is like a soft hand, caressing the earth, awakening all sleeping things, and the air is full of the breath of new life.

Sometimes there is a continuous drizzle, quietly moistening the world, paving the way for the splendor of spring with a hazy and poetic atmosphere, making people feel longing and expectation.

The sunlight poured into the spacious living room through the window. Zhao Wenhao leaned lazily on the soft sofa, holding a cup of steaming and fragrant tea in his hand.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, enjoying this moment of peace and comfort.

"The temperature in Hong Kong Island is probably over 34 degrees Celsius now, so I guess these thick clothes won't be needed."

Zhao Wenhao muttered to himself, while looking at his wife Yang Yue who was busy working.

Yang Yue was seen stuffing various items into a large suitcase with his hands, and beads of sweat were already oozing out of his forehead.

"I just bought you two brand new suits and matching shirts yesterday. They're neatly folded in your suitcase. Don't forget to take them out when you get there and have them ironed properly so you can look smart and stylish when you wear them!"

As Yang Yue spoke, he quickened his hand movements.

In the afternoon, Zhao Wenhao will set off for Hong Kong Island again, and this time his trip may last for half a year.

Although they will definitely take time to come back to visit a few times during this period, for this young couple who have just entered the marriage, the short separation will undoubtedly make them feel a little sad and reluctant.

In fact, deep down, Yang Yue longed to follow her husband to Hong Kong Island and be with him all the time.

However, she knows that having a career of her own is equally important.

Even though this career may seem insignificant compared to her husband's job, it is also a reflection of her personal value.

So, after careful consideration, Yang Yue finally decided to stick to his job and continue pursuing his dream career.

Faced with his wife's choice, Zhao Wenhao couldn't help but feel some regret.

But as a considerate and understanding husband, he fully understood and respected Yang Yue's decision.

After all, the deep feelings between the two are enough to transcend the test of distance and time.

"Last time, I casually bought a local newspaper on the street, hoping to pass the time. I didn't expect it to report an ambiguous relationship between you and that Miss Hong Kong, Mo Kexin, who once dominated the world. Why haven't I heard you mention this?"

After a busy period, Yang Yue finally got all the things at hand in order.

So, she stretched comfortably, loosened her stiff body, and then slowly walked to Zhao Wenhao's side and sat down.

At this moment, her eyes were full of curiosity and teasing smile.

"You actually believe what those media in Hong Kong say?" Hearing Yang Yue's question, Zhao Wenhao just smiled faintly, as if he didn't care at all about such rumors.

"I've only met her twice. The first time was at a dinner party organized by Zhang Peng, where we all had a meal together. The second time was a chance encounter at a charity dinner. We greeted each other and chatted briefly. To be honest, I guess we were just acquaintances at best."

"Oh? Is that really all?" Yang Yue raised an eyebrow, clearly not quite convinced by Zhao Wenhao's explanation. "But that's not what the newspaper said. The description was so vivid and detailed, it was as if someone had witnessed everything that happened between you two."

As she spoke, Yang Yue playfully extended her finger and gently lifted Zhao Wenhao's chin. With a hint of jealousy, she asked, "That was the once-famous Miss Hong Kong. Don't you think you were ever moved by her? Tell me the truth!"

Facing Yang Yue's questioning, Zhao Wenhao grabbed her wrist without hesitation, then kissed the back of her hand gently and affectionately, and said solemnly: "Dear, don't let your imagination run wild! There is only you in my heart from beginning to end, and there is no room for anyone else."

Yang Yue rolled her eyes, retracted her arm, and then rested her head on his shoulder comfortably: "You are a well-known person now, so there will definitely be some women who will throw themselves at you. You have to control yourself, otherwise, you won't be able to see me and An An!"

Zhao Wenhao cursed in his heart, thinking that it must be some gossipy woman who was talking nonsense and making up stories in Yang Yue's ear.

Otherwise, with Yang Yue's personality, she would never tell him these things.

"I swear, I won't!" Zhao Wenhao hugged Yang Yue's slender waist and said, "It's still early, let's go upstairs!"

"What do you want to do in broad daylight?"

Yang Yue shyly tried to open Zhao Wenhao's hand, but it was no use.

Zhao Wenhao picked her up and went upstairs: "I don't know when I'll be back next time. I have to pay my dues, so you don't have any nonsense thoughts all day long!"

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"Director Zhao, the house has been cleaned up. You can move in anytime!"

"Also, Mr. Kuang called and asked if you are free tomorrow and if you want to come to the company. He wants to report to you!"

"I've already contacted Mr. Song and we'll meet at 7 o'clock tomorrow evening. I've already made arrangements at the hotel."

Lu Han rushed to Hong Kong Island first, and by the time Zhao Wenhao arrived, he had already made all the arrangements.

Zhao Wenhao opened the car window and looked at the tall buildings and the people hurrying past.

This time last year, the entire Hong Kong Island was immersed in laughter and joy. At that time, the stock market and property market in Hong Kong were booming.

But this year, as the Southeast Asian financial crisis continued to ferment, Hong Kong Island naturally received a certain degree of impact.

Although it is not as bad as Siam, Singapore and Java, the entire Hang Seng Index has fallen by about 40%.

The same is true for the property market. At this time last year, housing prices in Kowloon were still around 4.5 yuan per square meter. But now, this year, they have fallen below 4 yuan per square meter.

Not only that, as time goes by, the stock market and the housing market have not stopped their decline and continue to fall.

Many people who bought homes or stocks last year are now left with nothing but tears. Some groups have even begun organizing and taking to the streets to protest, demanding that the government take concrete measures to save Hong Kong's economy.

But the reality is that the Hong Kong government is currently only barely holding on. Reviving the economy is not something that can be accomplished with just a few words.

If Hong Kong Island was not so strong, they might have been devastated by the first wave of impact, just like Siam and Java.

"I'll be over to Kuang Youzhi tomorrow morning. Just give him a call and tell him." Zhao Wenhao closed the car window and pulled his thoughts back to his senses. "I'll be at the banquet tomorrow night on time."

"Okay, I'll make arrangements." Lu Han nodded and replied solemnly.