Reborn in the red age

"Qingfeng, I heard that Huaxin is going to go public. Is it true?"

After the lithography factory was officially separated from Huaxin and became an independent company, rumors spread in the market that Huaxin was preparing to go public.

Even Hu Jiabao, who never paid attention to the company's situation, heard the news that the company was going to go public. After returning home from get off work, he pulled Li Qingfeng aside and hurriedly asked about the details.

Li Qingfeng was stunned for a moment, then asked in surprise: "Who said Huaxin was going to go public? How come I didn't know about this news?"

"Everyone outside is saying this. Today, many colleagues came to me and asked if our company is going to go public. They spoke very convincingly and even said they would buy our company's stocks after the listing," Hu Jiabao said seriously.

After listening to Hu Jiabao's story, Li Qingfeng was stunned. The news spread very quickly. He just had an idea of ​​listing the lithography factory, and the process hadn't even started yet, but rumors had already spread outside.

Seeing that Li Qingfeng didn't respond, Hu Jiabao pushed Li Qingfeng and asked again, "Speak up, is Huaxin going to go public?"

"No, no, how could Huaxin possibly go public? Even if it wanted to go public, it would not be listed in China. Look at any company with a bit of ambition that has gone public in China?" Li Qingfeng came back to his senses and answered Hu Jiabao's question with a smile.

Since Tsingtao Brewery was the first to successfully go public in Hong Kong in 93, domestic companies that are larger and more profitable have begun to go public in Hong Kong one after another.

Those with larger scale not only go to Hong Kong, but also go to New York for simultaneous listing.

Throughout the 1990s, the companies that were able to stay in the domestic market and go public were all mediocre companies, most of which were local state-owned enterprises that were barely surviving due to the listing indicators.

“Is that so? Then I know how to respond to them.”

"Hmm? You're not planning on getting the news from me and then telling your colleagues?"

Hu Jiabao said as if it was a matter of course: "Yes, they all asked me to help find out."

Looking at the lawless criminal Hu Jiabao, Li Qingfeng couldn't help but sigh and hold his forehead. He is a university professor, how could he have no legal awareness at all.

Seeing Qingfeng Li's actions, Hu Jiabao couldn't help but ask curiously, "What's wrong with you? Why are you sighing and holding your forehead?"

"I feel helpless about your lawlessness. I'm thinking that if this continues, one day the police will invite you to the police station for tea. I'm thinking that the food in the detention center probably won't be that good, so I'll have to send you something to eat by then," Li Qingfeng spread his hands and said jokingly with a smile.

After being teased by Qingfeng Li, Hu Jiabao immediately stretched out his right hand and pinched Qingfeng Li's waist hard.

In the summer, he was only wearing a thin shirt, and when Hu Jiabao pinched him, Qingfeng Li almost cried out in pain.

Li Qingfeng was not the kind of person who would not fight back after suffering a loss. After Hu Jiabao let go of his hand, he immediately reached out and pressed Hu Jiabao down on the sofa, ready to retaliate.

Hu Jiabao, who was pressed on the sofa, struggled and begged for mercy with a smile: "I was wrong, I don't dare to do it again, let me go"

Facing Hu Jiabao's plea for mercy, Li Qingfeng was not moved at all. He pretended to be serious and said, "You know you are wrong now? It's too late. If you dare to pinch me, I will show you how I will deal with you."

Just as the couple was playing on the sofa, the sound of a key being inserted into the door was heard.

The two of them suddenly stopped moving as if they were under a spell. Li Qingfeng hurriedly got up from Hu Jiabao, and Hu Jiabao also hurriedly tidied up his messy hair and clothes.

The door was pushed open from the outside, and Chuyi walked in with his schoolbag on his back in a good mood.

Seeing his parents' slightly embarrassed expressions and the messy sofa in the living room, Chuyi blinked and asked curiously, "Dad, Mom, what are you doing? Why is the sofa so messy? The pillows have fallen to the ground?"

"Oh, your mother's waist was uncomfortable just now, so I pressed it for her. She must have fallen down because she wasn't paying attention at that time," Li Qingfeng cleared his throat and said calmly.

Chuyi obviously didn't believe this explanation.

He looked at the mess on the sofa, then at the pillow that was some distance away from the sofa, and said in confusion, "That's not right. I was just massaging my mom's waist, how could the sofa become like this? If the pillow fell, it would only fall to the side of the sofa, not that far away."

"Why are you talking so much? If you say you're going to massage your waist, then you're going to massage your waist. Why do you care where the pillow fell? If you have this in mind, why don't you focus on studying? Next time we have a class meeting, let me, your mother, be proud of you."

Looking at the first-year student who kept asking questions as if he was determined to get to the bottom of everything, Hu Jiabao immediately put on a stern face and changed the topic to the first-year student's studies.

"Yes, it will make you proud. I did very well in our final exam this time. The teacher praised me for my improvement. I even printed out the ranking of our class at school and I'll show it to you now."

As expected, Chuyi was diverted by Hu Jiabao. While talking excitedly, he opened the zipper of his schoolbag and took out a stack of A4 papers stapled together.

The couple, who were originally a little embarrassed, looked at each other with surprise on their faces after hearing Chuyi's words.

Li Qingfeng said that he didn't care about his first-year academic performance, but deep down he was still looking forward to some improvement in his first-year academic performance. After all, it would be a source of pride if he could talk about it with others.

The word "last" is not a nice word to say.

The couple quickly got up from the sofa and walked to Chuyi. Hu Jiabao snatched the bound A4 paper from Chuyi's hand.

Feeling the thickness of the booklet, Hu Jiabao said with a smile: "You can just print for your class, why print for the whole grade?"

"No, this is from our class, not the whole grade." Chuyi stretched out his index finger, shook it lightly in the air, raised his eyebrows and said proudly.

"There are so many people in your class? It takes more than ten pages of A4 paper for one ranking?" Hu Jiabao looked at Chuyi strangely, then opened the stack of bound A4 papers.

Li Qingfeng leaned over to take a look, only to see that the font was printed very large, with one name taking up half a page of paper, and there were only three names on an A4 paper.

After just one glance, Qingfeng Li knew what his daughter was up to. He didn't want to read on, so he sat back on the sofa and started peeling the orange.

Seeing this, Hu Jiabao's face turned dark. He quickly searched for Chuyi's name until he turned to the penultimate page, where he saw Li Muzi's name at the last name.

The first grade student was on the second to last sheet of paper, while the last student in the class occupied the last page alone.

Looking back at Chuyi's name in disbelief, Hu Jiabao became so angry that he suddenly had the urge to throw the stack of A4 papers at Chuyi.

Taking two deep breaths and suppressing the urge to get angry, Hu Jiabao said through gritted teeth: "Li Muzi, is this what you call doing exceptionally well in the test? You call this progress? Last time you scored 300, and this time you got 290. And you're still trying to be clever, using such a large font and taking up so many pages to fool me and your dad." "How can this not be considered progress? Last time I scored 300, but my ranking was last. This time I scored 290, and my ranking moved up one step to second to last. How can this not be considered progress?" Chuyi retorted with his neck stiff.

Li Qingfeng, who was eating oranges on the sofa, said leisurely at this time: "Your progress depends on the regression of others."

"Luck is also a system of strength. These are your original words." As soon as Li Qingfeng finished speaking, Chuyi's rebuttal immediately followed.

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Seeing his parents speechless after his rebuttal, Chuyi smiled triumphantly, put his hands on his waist and slightly raised his chin, with a big arc at the corner of his mouth, revealing a row of white teeth.

He snatched the class ranking booklet from Hu Jiabao and said, "By the way, the teacher will ask you to go to school tomorrow."

As he said this, he picked up his backpack strap and walked towards his room.

Looking at Chuyi returning to his room, Hu Jiabao gritted his teeth and said behind his back: "Thank you."

“You’re welcome, it’s just a small favor.”

Chuyi waved proudly at Hu Jiabao, then slammed the door shut. Hu Jiabao was so angry that he stomped his feet on the spot.

Turning around and seeing Li Qingfeng still leisurely eating an orange, he immediately became furious and said unhappily, "Eat, eat, eat. How can you eat so much? Did you hear everything just now? Look at your daughter. She hasn't made much progress in her studies, but she's become better at talking back."

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"Don't tell me about fate, luck and feng shui. I don't want to hear it. The teacher is calling the parents now. I have to go to work tomorrow. You go to school and have a good talk with the teacher."

After saying this, without giving Li Qingfeng a chance to react, Hu Jiabao walked towards the room angrily.

Looking at the tightly closed door, Qingfeng Li couldn't help but be stunned. The long string of words he just said seemed to be waiting for me here.

The next morning, after breakfast, Qingfeng Li personally drove to pick up Chuyi and Shiwu, first sending Shiwu to the attached primary school, and then taking Chu straight to the attached middle school.

After instructing the first grader to go back and study hard, Li Qingfeng followed the location in his memory and walked towards the first grade teacher's office.

When Li Qingfeng rushed to the head teacher's office, the first-grade head teacher had gone to the toilet. After recognizing Li Qingfeng, the other teachers in the office started making tea and pouring water for him, and then warmly invited Li Qingfeng to sit down.

Li Qingfeng was not polite about this. He took the brand new stainless steel water cup with the words "Excellent Teacher Award" printed on it and sat in the position of the first grade head teacher. He chatted with other teachers in the office while waiting for the first grade head teacher to come back from the toilet.

Just as Li Qingfeng was chatting idly, a man in a white shirt, with a big belly and a shiny gold watch walked into the office.

As soon as the man came in, his eyes quickly scanned the office, and finally fixed on Li Qingfeng, who was sitting in the position of the first grade class teacher.

I felt that this person looked familiar, and he should be my son's head teacher. I immediately walked up to him with a big smile on my face and said, "Hello, teacher. I am Wang Gang, the parent of Wang Yang. You asked Wang Yang to notify me to come here yesterday, saying that you wanted to talk about Li Yang's unsatisfactory grades this time."

Li Qingfeng was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted. He knew the name Wang Yang. After all, it occupied a whole page yesterday with such a large font. It would be hard to forget it in such a short time.

"Teacher, you smoke"

Wang Gang dragged a bench from somewhere and sat down in front of Li Qingfeng. As he spoke, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out a cigarette and handed it to him.

Li Qingfeng waved his hand and didn't take his cigarette.

Wang Gang put the cigarette back awkwardly without lighting it himself. After putting the cigarette back in his pocket, he began to talk about his son's problem.

"Teacher, my son Wang Yang told me yesterday that there is a reason why his grades have dropped significantly in the past six months."

"Oh, tell me, what is the reason that caused your child's grades to be cut in half?"

Originally, Qingfeng Li was looking at him with great interest, wanting to see what he could say, but as soon as this guy opened his mouth, Qingfeng Li could hardly hold back his urge to curse.

"Hey, it's all because of my Wang Yang's deskmate. My Wang Yang told me that his deskmate, Li Muzi, is a jerk. He is not a student in our key class at all. He got in because of his family's connections."

"He said that Li Muzi always makes trouble in class and drags him to play, which makes it difficult for him to concentrate on his studies. Teacher, our school must take good care of this. We can't let such a bad apple spoil the whole barrel."

When Wang Gang said this, Li Qingfeng's face had turned as dark as the bottom of a pot. If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, Li Qingmeng really wanted to slap this guy in the mouth.

Damn it, who are you calling the bad apple?

Wang Gang was so excited that he didn't notice Qingfeng Li's strange expression at all. He continued to talk non-stop, gesticulating, "Look, this lazy idiot has corrupted our young college student."

Hearing this, Li Qingfeng could no longer bear it and slammed the table hard, shocking everyone in the office.

In Wang Gang's puzzled look, Li Qingfeng's eyes revealed sharpness and majesty, and he said in an unquestionable tone: "Wang Yang's parent, you are simply talking nonsense. You are slandering classmates based on your own child's one-sided words. What do you want to do? Are you trying to shirk responsibility?"

"As a parent, when facing a decline in your child's grades, you should first look for the reasons within yourself, rather than maliciously slandering others without any evidence like you did, and putting all the blame on a teenage student."

"As an adult, how can you have the nerve to say such a thing to shirk responsibility? Is this the example you set for your children? With a parent like you who is used to shirking responsibility, it goes without saying what kind of person your son is."

After giving the other party a good scolding, Qingfeng Li felt much better.

Compared to Li Qingfeng's relaxation, Wang Gang's expression was much more complicated. His face turned pale and blue. He wanted to refute but he dared not to because the other party was his child's teacher.

At this moment, the office door was pushed open and the head teacher who went to the toilet hurried in.

Seeing that the two parents who were supposed to be invited had arrived, although I felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange, I still greeted them: "Mr. Muzi, Mr. Wang Yang, you are here" (End of this chapter)