Reborn in the red age

Everyone present was smart, so how could they not hear the strong irony in Qingfeng Li's words? The lively atmosphere in the luxurious room suddenly turned cold.

Sun Hongyu, who had not been ridiculed in person for many years, looked extremely ugly in an instant. He held the wine glass tightly, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but he didn't want to lose his temper on the spot.

Although he must have some backers behind him to be able to sit in this position, Li Qingfeng's political status is not bad, and there is nothing inappropriate about what he said just now. If he really takes it to heart, he will definitely be the one to be punished.

Just as Sun Hongyu's face was changing back and forth, Zheng Zhihong saw that the situation was not good and hurried to smooth things over: "Haha, Professor Li, you are joking. The development of Harbin is the result of everyone's concerted efforts. Secretary Sun is in charge of the overall situation, which is also inseparable from the vigorous development of Mercedes-Benz in the local area. Come on, come on, eat some vegetables. This bear paw is not delicious if it is cold."

The Wildlife Protection Law was promulgated in 88, but now these people are still eating bear paws and wild game openly, which is completely lawless.

But this has nothing to do with Li Qingfeng. It's just eating a bear paw, which is nothing. Not to mention the 1990s, even if you wait another 20 years, there will still be people eating this thing.

Li Qingfeng is not a pure moralist. As long as it does not involve himself, why should he care what other people eat?

If they had been a little more discreet tonight and not acted so recklessly, Qingfeng Li would not have mocked him.

Glancing at the wild game delicacies on the table, Li Qingfeng snorted coldly: "Secretary Sun, Director Zheng, I don't think there's any need to eat this meal. There are many examples of laid-off women working as prostitutes on this street, and husbands pushing bicycles outside to pick up their wives after get off work."

As he spoke, Li Qingfeng stood up from the stool, straightened his clothes, and said calmly: "There are human tragedies happening next door, but here we have a table full of delicacies and game, and we are living a life of luxury. I really can't eat any more, so I won't disturb your mood here. Let's meet again another day."

After saying this, Li Qingfeng picked up the clothes hanging on the chair and walked towards the door without looking back. He Guangqin and Zhang Yapeng immediately followed him and left.

When Zheng Zhihong saw this, he wanted to stand up to stop it, but when he stood up he didn't know what to say, so he could only let Li Qingfeng leave.

The moment the door of the private room was closed again, Sun Hongyu suddenly smashed the wine glass in his hand to the ground. With a "crash", the two people who were relatively close to each other had the wine splashed on their trouser legs, but they did not dare to move at all.

"This Li Qingfeng is so disrespectful. Does he really think that I, Sun Hongyu, am easy to bully?" Sun Hongyu was so angry that his face turned ashen. The veins on his forehead bulged and he shouted through gritted teeth.

Zheng Zhihong was frightened when he saw this, and hurried forward, saying carefully: "Secretary Sun, please calm down. Li Qingfeng was just impulsive. You are a magnanimous person, don't bother with him. I will find a way to explain to him tomorrow and ease the relationship."

"Ease the relationship? Do you think he cares about me today?" Sun Hongyu glared at Zheng Zhihong, his eyes full of blame: "If you hadn't booked this shabby place, would things have gotten to this point?"

Zheng Zhihong looked aggrieved, and wanted to say that it was obviously you who didn't go to low-class places and didn't drink at places where there were no nightclubs nearby, so why are you blaming me?

Although he was thinking this in his heart, he did not dare to refute it, so he could only humbly say: "Yes, yes, yes, it is my fault for not considering it carefully. I did not expect that Li Qingfeng is such a fool who does not understand the ways of the world. These intellectuals should be sent back to the countryside for re-education."

Zheng Zhihong was observing Sun Hongyu's expression as he spoke. Seeing that Sun Hongyu's expression had eased a little, he continued, "Secretary Sun, can you try to get some connections with the higher-ups tomorrow? Qingfeng Li has a lot of influence in our country. If he spreads today's incident everywhere, then you..."

"Don't be afraid. Our Northeast is a whole. If he dares to go out and talk nonsense, he will offend the entire Northeast. Even if Li Qingfeng has great influence, he can't withstand this pressure."

At this point, Sun Hongyu shook his head with some regret: "It was so hard to catch such a big capitalist, but now it has become like this. There is no hope for this investment. I was hoping to get a billion from him."

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"Okay, since he doesn't want to eat this good food, let's eat it. After we finish eating, let's go to the next door and have some fun. This is the people's money, we can't waste it."

Li Qingfeng and the other two walked out of the hotel. Li Qingfeng had a stern face the whole way, but when the cold wind blew outside, his unhappy mood was slightly relieved.

"Lao Li, you were impulsive just now. Our car factory is in Harbin, and all projects need to be approved by them. Now that we have offended them, I am worried that Sun will make things difficult for us in the future."

Just now in the private room, Li Qingfeng got angry and ridiculed Sun Hongyu, but Zhang Yapeng didn't dare to stand up and expose Li Qingfeng's tricks.

Now that they were outside the restaurant, as the person in charge of Feichi Factory, Zhang Yapeng had to step forward and remind Li Qingfeng of the consequences of offending them.

Li Qingfeng waved his hand and said indifferently: "He wouldn't dare to do it even if he had two guts. We at Lemon Company are not pushovers. We were bullied in America and we couldn't do anything because that was not our country. Now that we are in our country, how can we still be bullied?"

Since Li Qingfeng had said this, Zhang Yapeng didn't know what to say. He just nodded and said no more.

After coming out of the restaurant, Li Qingfeng did not go home directly, but suggested to go to the streets where ordinary people live and have a meal of local snacks.

Li Qingfeng wanted to go, so Zhang Yapeng immediately started making arrangements. He took out his cell phone and made a call. Soon two cars drove over from not far away.

Seeing this scene, Li Qingfeng did not ask any more questions. In a city with a poor economy, the public security must be very bad. This is an inevitable cause and effect relationship. Having more security around can avoid many problems.

The car that we got in was speeding at 300 km/h. The car started slowly, and three cars drove one after another into the depths of the street.

On the way, He Guangqin continued the previous topic and discussed with Zhang Yapeng how those men who sent their wives to work overcame their psychological barriers.

Li Qingfeng did not join in their discussion, but leaned his head against the car window, looking at the lights of thousands of homes outside.

The problems in Northeast China are both complex and simple.

Why didn’t the South experience a large-scale wave of layoffs amid nationwide layoffs? The main reason is that the South is not highly industrialized. Many places are still dominated by agriculture, and there are only a few state-owned factories. Therefore, there is no wave of layoffs, but rather a wave of people going into business.

My family is poor and we have lived through hard times. I have nothing to lose. Life is already like this, so I might as well go out and give it a try.

It's different in the Northeast. The industrial foundation is solid, the cities are highly industrialized, and everyone is supported by the government. They all lived well before, but suddenly the whole family was laid off. It's okay if they have some family wealth, but those without can't even survive.

You have to know that there are no businessmen and tertiary industries in highly industrialized cities, and a large number of laborers cannot find jobs. When the whole family has no food to eat, the first thing to ensure is survival.

I don't take human relations very seriously. Losing dignity is better than losing the lives of the entire family, right?
The car slowly stopped on a slightly shabby street. Zhang Yapeng said, "Old Li, this is an old street with many snack stalls and small vendors. It's full of fireworks. If you want to see it, we can get off the car and take a look."

Li Qingfeng came back to his senses and nodded slightly as a response. He opened the car door and got out, letting the security personnel follow from a distance. The three of them walked into the old street. Both sides of the street were filled with various stalls selling all kinds of groceries, snacks and handicrafts.

However, there is no laughter and joy like in the old streets of other cities, and the air is filled with a dull and depressing atmosphere.

The stall owners looked tired and numb, with helplessness and confusion about life in their eyes. They just huddled mechanically beside their stalls, neither shouting nor greeting customers.

He Guangqin, who saw this kind of vendor for the first time, asked in surprise: "Hey, what's wrong with these vendors? They don't even greet customers passing by?"

"We are all laid-off workers. We were laid off not long ago and now set up stalls. We are not used to this role change and are embarrassed to open our mouths to sell goods." Zhang Yapeng was helpless with He Guangqin, a curious baby who asked all kinds of questions, and explained for him speechlessly.

“Can you sell the stuff?”

"What do you say?"

“Can’t sell it?”

"Alas," Zhang Yapeng sighed deeply, "How can they be sold? It's OK if these people buy industrial products, because those things won't go bad and can be sold all the time. But if they sell food, they will suffer heavy losses. Basically, they can't sell much, and they take it home to eat themselves, and their savings, which are not much, are wasted just like that."

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Li Qingfeng walked along the street in silence. When he came to a place selling snacks, it became a little more popular.

After all, food is the most important thing for people. Even in the economic downturn, people's demand for snacks is relatively stable.

Even if you are a laid-off family, you can't cook every day, right? Occasionally, you can spend a few cents to buy snacks such as roasted sweet potatoes and roasted chicken racks. They are cheap and can satisfy people's appetite within a limited budget.

Passing by a stall selling chicken racks, smelling the fragrance in the air, Qingfeng Li stopped, pointed at the stall, and said to the two people behind him: "Okay, let's go with this one."

Hearing that Li Qingfeng wanted to eat this, He Guangqin immediately walked to the stall without being told and said to the boss, "Boss, do you have a bench? We want to eat chicken racks?"

The stall owner was a middle-aged woman with a tired and weathered look in her eyes. Her hair was tied behind her head in a messy pattern and she was wearing a faded apron.

Seeing a customer coming, he immediately greeted with a smile: "Yes, yes, it's in the back, I'll get it for you."

Taking the stool from the stall owner, He Guangqin wiped it with his clothes, and then placed it in front of Li Qingfeng and Zhang Yapeng: "Teacher Li, Mr. Zhang, please sit here."

Li Qingfeng nodded slightly and sat down, still looking at the surrounding stalls and passers-by.

Seeing the man who looked like the boss sitting down, the stall owner asked in a low voice, "Boss, how many chicken racks do you want?"

After glancing at Li Qingfeng and seeing that she didn't say anything, He Guangqin took out a hundred yuan from his pocket and handed it to the stall owner. He didn't ask the specific price and let her cook it herself and order more of each flavor.

Holding the hundred yuan in his hand, the stall owner was a little overwhelmed. It was obvious that he had never seen people buying things in this way. He stood there for a while, not knowing what to say.

Seeing her in a daze, He Guangqin smiled and said, "Sister, don't just stand there, make the chicken rack first and let our boss eat it first. Our boss is waiting."

After He Guangqin's explanation, the stall owner came to his senses, responded, and quickly turned around to prepare the chicken rack.

The stall owner first took out a few marinated chicken racks from a box on the side and grilled them on the iron plate.

As the temperature of the iron plate increased, the chicken racks gradually gave off an enticing aroma. The stall owner's movements seemed a little unfamiliar, but he was very serious. He turned the chicken racks from time to time and sprinkled various seasonings on them. A rich fragrance began to fill the air.

The stall owner was busy, and He Guangqin was not idle either.

The temperature in Harbin can drop to minus 20 degrees Celsius at night in winter, and there is nothing to keep warm here. He Guangqin, who is worried that Li Qingfeng will freeze, looks everywhere for something to keep warm.

Unable to find hot water bottles or other things anywhere, He Guangqin simply spent money to buy a small table from a vendor and use it as firewood.

Originally the stall owner was unwilling to buy it. After all, this was the item he used for his business. Without a table, how could he set up his stall for the next two days?

But He Guangqin had money, so if one hundred wasn't enough, he'd try two hundred, and if two hundred wasn't enough, he'd try three hundred.

When the price reached three hundred, the stall owner could no longer bear it, so he dismantled the small wooden table with his own hands, took out the enamel basin he used to store ingredients, took a burning coal ball from the coal stove and put it in the enamel basin to start the fire.

When He Guangqin and the stall owner came back with the enamel basin and firewood, Li Qingfeng and Zhang Yapeng were already holding a roasted chicken rack and starting to gnaw on it.

With the help of the stall owner, the fire in the enamel basin was quickly lit, the flames gradually rose, and the chest was warmed.

After finishing one chicken carcass, Li Qingfeng picked up another and continued to eat it. This time, he said to Zhang Yapeng while eating it, "Yapeng, you should arrange for someone to clear out all the goods on this street and bring them back to the factory as employee benefits."

Zhang Yapeng paused while gnawing on the chicken rack. After he came to his senses, he didn't even bother to eat the rack and quickly took out his cell phone to start making arrangements.

"Also, find some more people to wait in all the vegetable markets in Harbin and buy up all the vegetables in the markets. Tomorrow I will treat all the people in Harbin to a meal."

Zhang Yapeng, who was on the phone, trembled when he heard this and almost dropped the phone.

He Guangqin, who was serving on the side, was even more shocked by the words "inviting the whole city to dinner", and almost dropped the fried chicken rack he took from the stall owner.

How can you invite everyone in the city to dinner? How many people would you need? There must be millions of people in Harbin. (End of this chapter)