Starting out as a drug dealer in 1988

"Haozi, I never noticed your humorous side before. I haven't seen you for just a few months, and you've changed so much." Yang Yue was overjoyed.

Obviously, she didn't really think that Zhao Wenhao would be able to make a living by selling herbs, but felt that he was making fun of himself.

And Zhao Wenhao just introduced himself in another way.

As a result, the relationship between the two, which was originally somewhat unfamiliar, gradually became natural.

"I'm not lying to you. I'm from the countryside and don't have any connections. I can only think of ways to make some money to support myself." Zhao Wenhao put away his exaggerated attitude and said calmly.

Perhaps he thought of something, but Yang Yue became silent at this moment.

I even couldn't help but smile bitterly.

However, she cheered up in the blink of an eye, as if she had immediately forgotten her worries, and said, "Haozi, you have really changed a lot. You used to be pale and thin, not like a country kid at all.

Besides, you were very quiet back then, blushing when talking to girls, looking very shy. It's only been a few months since we last met, and I almost can't believe you're still Zhao Wenhao. If other people saw this, they would definitely be shocked."

Zhao Wenhao laughed, then shook his head and said nonchalantly, "Don't flatter me. I'm not shy, I just lack confidence.

However, you and Shen Bingyan are a frequent topic of conversation in our dormitory. I wonder how many boys have a crush on you two. There are even students from other classes who ask us to help pass notes or bring snacks.

Zhao Wenhao wasn't lying. Yang Yue and Shen Bingyan, the two most beautiful girls on campus, were both admired by many boys. One was passionate and youthful, while the other was cold and distant.

The same was true for Zhao Wenhao and Yan Bin at the time.

This is a normal phenomenon, just the impulse of youth.

"Shen Bingyan was admitted to the English Department of Xuanzhou University. She's considered outstanding in our class. And I..." Yang Yue spread his hands and pointed at his stall, "I'm just a small vendor. I don't know where I'm going to pay for tomorrow's meal."

At this moment, Yang Yue felt sad, yet calm at the same time. However, within this calmness, there was a hint of helplessness.

Zhao Wenhao didn't know the situation, and Yang Yue didn't seem willing to talk about it, so he couldn't ask directly. He could only change the subject again and casually asked, "Did Shen Bingyan get into Xuanzhou University? I really don't know about this."

"Yes, I met her during the National Day holiday, and she invited me to visit their school. Xuanzhou University, I really long for it, but unfortunately I don't have the chance!"

Yang Yue's face was full of envy, and then he smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Everyone's path in life is different, so why envy others? She's a child of destiny, and we small traders may have a chance to succeed in the future. There's no need to belittle ourselves. Who knows, maybe one day you'll become a millionaire, a truly powerful woman.

When the time comes, don't forget me, your old classmate. I'll be ready to cling to you and eat your food."

Zhao Wenhao could sense the resentment hidden in Yang Yue's heart, so he could only try his best to comfort her and deliberately make some witty remarks to make the atmosphere less awkward.

Yang Yue also felt that her mood was a little off. She lowered her head, straightened her hair, and then smiled at Zhao Wenhao. "No problem. When I get better, I will definitely give you a bowl of rice. Not only rice, but also two extra dishes for you. You must have meat."

The two smiled at each other and understood each other.

Zhao Wenhao tactfully chose not to continue the conversation. Instead, he took out a cigarette, lit it, and walked over to the stall. "How's the profit on these little accessories and toys? How much turnover do you get in a day?"

"It's okay. I can only say that I have no problem supporting myself and even have a little surplus."

Yang Yue didn't specify how much he earned, but Zhao Wenhao could probably guess. After all, these things only cost a few cents each, and the most expensive toy was only a dollar or two.

Although I set up a stall next to the middle school to sell things, how much money can a child have in this day and age?

"I heard there's a new clothing wholesale market opening in the provincial capital. If you have a chance, I think you could go check out the prices there and compare them with those in our county. The profit margin might be good, so you could give it a try."

Out of kindness, Zhao Wenhao still gave it a reminder.

Yang Yue was visibly delighted and was even about to ask for details. But when he thought of his family's current situation, his expression suddenly darkened again.

"What? You don't believe me?"

Zhao Wenhao was still fiddling with the little gadgets on the street stall and didn't notice Yang Yue's expression.

Yang Yue shook his head and said casually, "Forget it. Even if I lose money doing these things, it won't be that big. If I make clothes and it doesn't work out, I can't afford to pay for it."

Zhao Wenhao didn't know the situation of Yang Yue's family, so he said this.

"I think there's a way to do it. Look around our county; there are only a few legitimate clothing stores. Most people still sell their clothes on the streets. You could get a tricycle, weld a rack on it, and hang the clothes on it.

Go wherever there are crowds. As long as you choose the right styles when purchasing goods, you will definitely make money. Besides, you are so beautiful, you are the best model. Wearing the clothes you want to sell will definitely be a beautiful sight.

Zhao Wenhao still didn't look up, but continued to give Yang Yue advice.

"Haha, what a beautiful view!" Yang Yue couldn't help but laugh. "You think we're selling cabbages? Business isn't that easy, and it requires capital. You can't just go to the provincial capital to buy a few pieces of clothing. You wouldn't even have enough money for the round-trip fare."

Zhao Wenhao was just talking casually and didn't think too much about it, so he chatted with Yang Yue alone and mentioned this topic by the way.

Seeing Yang Yue was somewhat moved but also a little hesitant, he immediately stood up and continued, "If you really want to do this, there's no need to buy high-end clothes. Since you're a vendor, you must buy the ones with the best price-performance ratio.

If the average cost of each piece of clothing is controlled within 10 yuan, you can buy a few dozen pieces without spending much money. Wait until the business grows slowly, and then decide based on the situation."

After hearing Zhao Wenhao's explanation, Yang Yue was indeed tempted. But then she thought about it, she only had a little over thirty yuan in her pocket, and even if she included the goods at the stall, the total was less than a hundred yuan.

The most critical problem is that her father is currently hospitalized and it costs money almost every day.

How could Yang Yue come up with hundreds of yuan? You know, in order to treat his father's illness, he had to borrow from almost all his relatives.

Now when those relatives see them coming to their house, they want to close the door immediately, so how can they lend them money again?