Reborn in the red age

"Yapeng, your sense of confidentiality is really poor. I came to Northeast China, which is such an important news, but you didn't even do the most basic confidentiality work."

Standing at the gate of the Feichi Automobile Factory, Li Qingfeng got out of the car and the first thing he did was to scold Zhang Yapeng.

Li Qingfeng's original plan was to come quietly, show up at the press conference, not give the locals a chance to react, and leave immediately after the press conference was over.

Now he's been caught red-handed.

Zhang Yapeng's face was filled with embarrassment and he had no choice but to endure the scolding. Now the entire Lemon series was being watched closely by countless eyes. Not to mention the popular Huaxin, even the unsuccessful Mercedes-Benz was being watched closely by those above.

The launch of the new car made such a big fuss, and they were counting on media publicity, so how could they keep the news of Qingfeng Li's arrival a secret?

After scolding Zhang Yapeng severely, Li Qingfeng felt a little relieved and was in the mood to look at the future of the Mercedes-Benz Automobile Factory for a long time.

Unlike the last time I visited a few years ago, the current Mercedes-Benz factory has undergone a complete makeover.

The previously crude gate of the automobile factory has disappeared, replaced by a tall and imposing building with thick and powerful doorposts. The overall frame is constructed with solid steel, supporting a rather spacious space, and the top of the gate is arched.

In the center of the door, there are five big characters "Feichi Automobile Factory" hanging high. The font is vigorous and powerful, and it is a copy of Deng Gong's handwriting at that time.

The distance between the two door posts was more than ten meters, and an electric retractable door was used, which was rare at that time.

Opposite the gate of the factory is a large square. In the middle of the square there is a large stone brought from somewhere, with the five large characters "Flying Chi Automobile Factory" painted on it in yellow paint.

Looking at the huge changes before his eyes, Qingfeng Li praised with a "good" sound.

After all, it is a car factory. The gate is the face of the factory, so it should be made majestic so that it will bring honor to the factory.

Otherwise, when others see him, they will think that Qingfeng Li is poor.
Li Qingfeng was in a good mood. He had not forgotten his elder brother Zhou Yongjun from the educated youth period. He asked about Zhou Yongjun's situation. After learning that Zhou Yongjun was working well at Feichi and his family was living a good life, Li Qingfeng felt relieved.

It’s a pity that Zhou Yongjun went on a business trip some time ago, so I had no chance to meet him this time.

After asking Zhang Yapeng to wait for Zhou Yongjun to return from his business trip and greet him on his behalf, Li Qingfeng stepped into the automobile factory.

The Mercedes-Benz car factory has been enclosing a lot of land in the past two years. Now the area of ​​the entire car factory is astonishingly large, and it is no longer possible to visit it on foot.

Sitting in the all-around sightseeing car produced by Mercedes-Benz, the group went straight to the venue of tomorrow's press conference instead of visiting the production workshop of Mercedes-Benz.

At the venue, Li Qingfeng saw the new car that was released.

The new car of Mercedes-Benz, which is about to be launched on the market, has a square shape overall, which conforms to the aesthetic of this era. The vehicle styling is not much different from Santana, the leading product on the market.

The interior is much more fancy than that of Santana, especially the center console. Although it does not have the display screen on the Mercedes-Benz 300, it is still quite complicated, with so many buttons, it looks very technological.

After taking a quick look at the car's interior, Qingfeng Li nodded with satisfaction: "How much does this car cost? What's the price?"

"The materials used in this car are very solid. Currently, there is only one manual transmission model. The cost is 80,000 yuan and the list price is 120,000 yuan. The price given to dealers is 100,000 yuan, so there is a profit of 20,000 yuan for each car," said Zhang Yapeng, looking at the new car.

Li Qingfeng nodded and said, "Don't set the price at 120,000, change it to 119,800. Also, please note that this price is the bottom line of our factory, and future models cannot be priced lower than this."

"Well, our people are still very poor. I already think the price of 120,000 is a bit expensive. I am also thinking of developing a car that will cost 100,000 yuan."

"No, in the eyes of ordinary people, our Mercedes-Benz is an official car, a high-end product like Audi. We have finally established our high-end image. If we develop low-end cars, wouldn't that damage our brand?"

"ok, I get it"

I met with a group of factory leaders of Mercedes-Benz Auto and learned in detail about their subsequent marketing plans for the new car.

The promotion plan of Mercedes-Benz Automobile Factory is generally quite satisfactory, which is the standard three-pronged approach of this era, namely radio, newspapers and television.

Li Qingfeng couldn't say he was satisfied with this, but he wasn't dissatisfied either. This was the way it was in all traditional industries.

In the evening, Li Qingfeng wanted to have a quick bite at the factory and then go to Zhang Yapeng's house to sleep. However, before dinner time, he received a wave of invitation calls.

"Lao Li, this is a call from the city's top leader. It's hard to turn him down. He wants to invite you to dinner tonight. Do you want to go?"

After receiving several calls from Harbin local entrepreneurs who wanted to invite him to dinner, Zhang Yapeng, who really couldn't turn down the last one on behalf of Li Qingfeng, had no choice but to come over with the phone and ask Li Qingfeng for his opinion.

Li Qingfeng thought about it and nodded in agreement. After all, he was the top leader of a provincial capital city, so he had to give him some face.

After a quick packing, he took He Guangqin, accompanied by Zhang Yapeng, to a busy street in the city center.

Looking out the window at the neon signs outside and the magnificent decorations of the buildings on the street, Li Qingfeng said with emotion: "This is the entertainment mecca of Harbin, right? I saw the signs of several nightclubs on this street alone."

"Yes, they all developed in the late 1980s. At the beginning, it was a dance hall, and then it gradually formed a cluster of entertainment venues." As a native of Harbin, Zhang Yapeng can talk about the changes in Harbin.

“Are there any special restaurants here?”

"No, the social atmosphere in Harbin has been bad in the past two years. Leaders like to negotiate investment in places like this. After inviting big bosses to dinner, they turn around and go to the nightclub next door to start the second party without even getting in the car. Across the street is the bathing place, and they go to take a bath after coming out of the nightclub."

After listening to Zhang Yapeng's words, Li Qingfeng showed no expression. Except for the capital where this process was carried out secretly, the whole country followed the same process openly. He was no longer surprised by it.

The car slowly stopped in front of a magnificent hotel, next to which was a nightclub that was also magnificently decorated.

Li Qingfeng did not get out of the car, but frowned as he looked at the four long rows of flower baskets placed at the door.

"Wow, who is this guy? When the hotel opened, all the government agencies, big and small, sent him flower baskets?" He Guangqin couldn't help but exclaimed as he looked at the scene in front of the hotel.

Zhang Yapeng took a quick glance and said uncertainly, "It seems to be a shop opened by the wife of a real estate company owner in Harbin."

"Seems to be?"

"Although I'm local, I've never had much contact with local companies, so I don't know for sure." Li Qingfeng, who had been silent, spoke up: "It must be that he's not in the local real estate business, so there won't be so many government agencies sending flower baskets. It seems that this boss is the local gangster boss."

In the Northeast these days, apart from state-owned enterprises and foreign capital, there are many small businesses that are doing business in a serious manner. The slightly larger enterprises are not so serious. Most of the business owners have a shady background and have truly "fought their way out".

This group of people care about their face, and only they are so high-profile.

"Indeed, it is said that he used to work with Qiao Si in demolition work. I don't know how he popped up a few years ago and took over many demolition and reconstruction projects in the city. Now he has become the number one figure in Harbin," Zhang Yapeng explained.

Li Qingfeng frowned: "Qiao Si? Why does it sound so familiar?"

"Have you forgotten that I was blackmailed by the Qian family father and son? In order to deal with the Qian family father and son, you took care of that Qiao Si while you were at it."

"Oh, yes, yes, I remember now. It's him. I was wondering why he sounded so familiar." Qingfeng Li showed an expression of sudden enlightenment.

It was the time when entertainment venues were closing. The car stopped in front of the hotel for a short while, and bicycles passed by the window one after another.

Without exception, the people riding the bicycles were men, with women sitting behind them, and their targets were the nightclubs on both sides of the road.

The bicycle stopped at the entrance of the nightclub, and the woman on the back seat got off. The man looked at her silently, then turned around and rode away without saying a word.

He Guangqin, the co-pilot, looked at what was happening in front of the car and asked the driver beside him in confusion: "What's going on? Is there anyone in Harbin who is still picking people up on a bicycle? Shouldn't they be riding a tricycle?"

"Uh, this."

Zhang Yapeng's driver naturally knew what was going on, but he didn't know how to explain it to He Guangqin. He hesitated for a long time but couldn't make any sense.

Seeing He Guangqin's eyes cast towards him, Zhang Yapeng said with a bad look on his face: "There's nothing wrong with it. These people are couples, and those men are sending their wives to work."

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After a long silence, He Guangqin said, "They don't look like drug addicts. How did they overcome that psychological barrier?"

"How to say?"

"There are many such cases in Hong Kong. They are either gangsters at the bottom who have no source of income and are lazy and like to eat and work, or drug addicts. Any normal person would not do such a thing."

Li Qingfeng was about to say something when he saw a group of people dressed like leaders coming out of the hotel. Realizing that the real boss had arrived, he opened the door and got out of the car without saying anything.

The middle-aged man leading the group of people opposite him extended his right hand enthusiastically before he even came to him: "Professor Li, I have heard of your name for a long time. I have been looking forward to seeing you here for a long time."

Hey, people in the system are good at talking, and just a title made Li Qingfeng feel a lot more comfortable.

"What's the matter with being a professor or not? I don't teach in any school. It's just an empty title. It doesn't count," Qingfeng Li said modestly.

"Professor Li, your knowledge is well known to everyone. Even if you don't teach, you are still a professor."

Qingfeng Li smiled but said nothing.

After Zhang Yapeng's introduction, Li Qingfeng knew that the person in front of him was Sun Hongyu, a big leader of Harbin. The others were Zheng Zhihong, the director in charge of investment promotion, and some local staff.

After getting to know each other and exchanging greetings at the hotel entrance, they walked into the hotel surrounded by the crowd.

The interior of this hotel is extremely luxuriously decorated. Even in the south of the capital, there are only a few hotels with such decoration.

Led by the hotel waiter, we walked through a not-too-long corridor and stopped in front of a private room with a vermilion door.

The waiter stood at the door of the private room and introduced to Li Qingfeng and others: "Dear leaders, this private room is specially prepared by our boss for you. It is not open to the public at ordinary times."

After these words were spoken, everyone including Sun Hongyu nodded with a smile on their faces.

Li Qingfeng glanced at the sign of "Zhengda Guangming Hall" hanging above the private room, then looked at Sun Hongyu and the others, a sneer flashed through his mind, does he think he is the emperor?
Pushing open the vermilion door, one can see that the interior is indeed decorated in the style of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, with carvings of dragons and paintings of phoenixes everywhere, and even the dragon throne is a one-to-one replica.

The area of ​​the private room is more than 300 square meters. The dining table in the main hall is quite standard and not too outrageous. After all, it would be inconvenient to talk if it were too big.

Opposite the main seat at the dining table is a stage, which is the place reserved for dancers.

Li Qingfeng had seen this kind of scene many times and was not surprised at all. Not to mention that the decoration was based on that of the Forbidden City, even the restaurant opened in the Forbidden City had been eaten by his buddies, so it was nothing strange.

Everyone took their seats one by one, and after a brief greeting, Sun Hongyu clapped his hands and signaled the waiter to serve the food.

Soon, a group of waiters dressed in the costumes of Qing Dynasty palace maids, holding silver trays in their hands, came in one after another. At the same time, a graceful beauty in ancient costume stood on the stage opposite.

Li Qingfeng first took a look at the dishes on the table. It was truly a full banquet, even bear paws were available.

He looked at the woman dancing opposite him. She danced okay, but she was wearing too little and too revealingly. She didn't have the subtle and graceful beauty of ancient dancers at all.

After the dishes were served, Sun Hongyu smiled and raised his glass: "Professor Li, it is a great honor for us to have you come to Harbin this time. This first glass of wine is for you. Thank you for your contribution to Harbin. A Mercedes-Benz car factory has provided Harbin with tens of thousands of jobs and boosted Harbin's economy. I thank you on behalf of the people of Harbin."

Li Qingfeng picked up the wine glass and responded with a fake smile: "Leader Sun, you are flattering me too much. Harbin's economy has always been good. Whether there is a Feichi car factory or not has no effect. Along the way, I saw that Harbin's streets and alleys were full of singing and dancing. Entertainment venues were next to each other, and each one was more upscale than the other. This is all thanks to you."

After saying that, without even looking at Sun Hongyu's reaction, he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

Irony, naked irony. The scene he saw before coming in was enough to make Qingfeng Li feel uncomfortable.

After entering, he saw the decoration of the private room and the full banquet on the table. This unconcealed behavior made Li Qingfeng so angry that his rage surged to his forehead.

The ambiguous sarcasm was the result of Li Qingfeng suppressing his anger. If it were any other place, he would have directly pointed at the nose and scolded him. (End of this chapter)