"Wang Hao! What era are we in? The prophets of Bar no longer exist, and you're still fantasizing about the end of the world?"
"The international situation is excellent, people's lives are prosperous and beautiful, and you're talking to me about the end of the world now?"
"Sigh... it's only those at the bottom who can't survive anymore who dream of the end of the world every day, hoping everything gets wiped clean and starts anew. Don't let them brainwash you!"
....
Everyone chimed in with ridicule, thinking that Wang Hao was being ridiculous.
They looked at him with even more disdain.
Zhang Xiaoxiao covered her mouth and laughed hysterically:
"Oh my, Wang Hao, what's going on with you? I heard from your company that you went nuts. I didn't believe it at first, but now I'm starting to. What have you been through these years?"
Even Chen Lingxue beside her shook her head with a laugh.
"People need dreams; what if mine happen to come true?"
Wang Hao kept his composure and smiled.
"Alright, everyone, don't just stand there! Let's drink, let's drink."
At this moment, a male classmate stood up, inviting everyone to drink and eat, helping Wang Hao out of his predicament.
His name was Zhang Ming, and he and Wang Hao were casual acquaintances, not very close.
Wang Hao didn't expect him to step in.
"Come! Brother Hao! A toast to you."
Zhang Ming raised his glass, and Wang Hao didn't refuse, clinking glasses and taking a drink with him.
"Haha! Brother Hao! I already introduced myself. I'm a pharmaceutical representative for ** company.
These medicines are very useful even in the apocalypse, even more precious than food. I have a batch of drugs, are you interested? I can give them to you at an insider price."
Well, there it is!
Turns out this was waiting for him.
"Medicines? Hm...what kind?"
Wang Hao appeared a bit hesitant.
In reality, he was thrilled inside.
Many medicines are regulated, difficult to purchase in large quantities.
That's why he opted to amass food instead.
"Antibiotics, antipyretics, and painkillers, all essential medicines."
Seeing Wang Hao's interest, Zhang Ming's smile widened.
"How much do you have?"
"Market price is over two million, but for you, Brother Hao, I'll give you the insider price, all together for six hundred thousand!"
"I don't have that much cash on hand right now, but could we settle up at the end of the year, is that okay?"
Wang Hao looked at him, a bit embarrassed.
"This..."
Zhang Ming seemed a bit reluctant.
He didn't think Wang Hao was as crazy as he seemed.
He brought up this condition to deter him!
"What's this? It's just six hundred thousand, right? I'll vouch for Wang Hao."
At that moment, Zhou Chenggong stood up, offering to guarantee for Wang Hao.
"Great! With President Zhou's guarantee, I'm at ease. How about it, Brother Hao? Let's sign the contract later?"
Zhang Ming glanced at Wang Hao, a flash of mockery in his eyes.
Aren't you pretending to be all that?
Let's see how you handle this.
Wang Hao's face darkened like the bottom of a pot, looking a bit unsure.
Chen Lingxue raised an eyebrow, about to speak out.
But Wang Hao gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, looking like he was being forced into it:
"Alright! I'll take these medicines."
"Haha! Straightforward!"
Zhang Ming laughed heartily, filling his glass to the brim:
"Come, come, Brother Hao! A toast to you, no! No! No! I'll finish three big glasses with you."
Wang Hao was not one to refuse, drinking with him.
He started to sense something was off.
He felt like someone was setting him up!
Lately, he read many apocalypse novels, seen too much scheming, and was very vigilant.
He subconsciously looked at Zhou Chenggong and Zhang Xiaoxiao.
Zhang Xiaoxiao was clearly here to block him today and had definitely investigated him.
This Zhou Chenggong was also playing along.
He initially thought they just wanted to mess with him, embarrass him a little.
But now Zhou Chenggong was rushing to guarantee for him.
Zhang Ming was setting him up too; they seemed to want to team up and scam him!
But why?
He and Zhang Xiaoxiao broke up amicably back then.
Zhou Chenggong asked for his help to pursue Chen Lingxue; he indeed mentioned it to her, but she refused.
He thought he had no bad blood with these two!
So does he have something on him worth their trouble?
Wang Hao didn't understand at all.
Even though he didn't understand, Wang Hao was still quite happy.
Medications falling into his lap, never mind six hundred thousand, he'd want them even if they were six million!
These things are different from food, compact, easy to store, perfect for trading.
"I'll take the goods, but let's be clear, if you try to dupe me with fake meds, you and I will have problems."
Wang Hao finished a glass of wine, his gaze suddenly sharp as he coldly said to Zhang Ming.
Zhang Ming was noticeably startled, then quickly laughed:
"How could that be? Selling fake drugs is illegal."
"Seems like selling personal meds is illegal too."
Wang Hao smiled faintly.
"Well, technically, but who actually bothers to enforce that? Selling cigarettes illegally is still a crime!
Besides, if you want to sell, I can have the company authorize you. We can discuss the details later; rest assured, it won't put you at risk."
Zhang Ming chuckled, looking quite sincere.
He seemed to have thought of everything for Wang Hao.
This also indirectly proves he didn't come up with this idea on the fly.
Seeing Wang Hao silent, Zhang Ming quickly added:
"Brother Hao, let me be honest, these are just leftover stock from the company, and I'm pushing them to boost my sales figures for a promotion. You can hold onto the meds for now, and I'll gradually help you sell them off."
"Alright then! I'll take this batch of meds."
Wang Hao smiled, looking as if convinced by Zhang Ming.
Everyone looked at each other, calling him a lunatic in their hearts.
Leaving the meds with you to sell slowly?
Perhaps Zhang Ming will help sell them later, but when will they completely sell off such a large batch?
He's surely focused on reaching his sales target first!
And your money will be tied up in this, and meds also have an expiration date.
This way, Wang Hao really seems as crazy as the rumors claim.
And quite severely so.
What followed was more bragging.
Some classmates even reached some cooperation agreements with each other.
This was another function of a class reunion.
But no one really bothered long with Wang Hao anymore.
He was just bottom-tier rubbish, and he was crazy too.
Connecting with him would only bring trouble.
Wang Hao could only chat with Zhang Xiaoxiao and Chen Lingxue, listening to their experiences abroad.
He also shared some interesting stories from his days delivering food.
Among these people, he was most familiar with those two.
The eating and drinking lasted until midnight.
After everyone had their fill, there were no other activities arranged; they all prepared to go their separate ways outside the club, heading home to their respective families.