Reborn in the red age

Hu Jiabao, who was already angry because he had been scolded all night, was immediately furious when he saw Chuyi also lying with his eyes open.

He got out of bed angrily, woke up the sleeping Fifteen, and asked him the same question he had just asked Chuyi.

Even though Fifteen was already half asleep, when he heard Hu Jiabao's question, he subconsciously answered that Li Qingfeng sang well, better than Hong Kong singers.

When Qingfeng Li saw this, he spread his hands and said proudly: "See, the public has sharp eyes. If you think my singing is not good, it only shows that your aesthetic taste is different from that of the public."

The first day of the new year could explain it as lying with open eyes, but the fifteenth day also felt so, which meant that it might be his own problem.

Looking at the unanimous attitude of the three members of the family, Hu Jiabao was speechless for a moment and walked silently towards the room.

As I walked towards the room, I couldn't help but wonder in my heart whether what I heard with my ears was different from what others heard.
When Hu Jiabao walked away, Qingfeng Li and the two children looked at each other.

Under Fifteen's expectant gaze, Qingfeng Li took out the two hundred yuan he had prepared from his pajamas pocket.
Returning to the room and closing the door, Li Qingfeng put his hands on his hips and said, "Now you believe it, right? You think my singing is not good because there is something wrong with your ears. What you posted on our company forum is pure slander against me."

"Don't talk, I want to be quiet now," Hu Jiabao rolled his eyes at Li Qingfeng and said unhappily.

"Who is Jingjing?"

Hu Jiabao punched Li Qingfeng's arm twice: "This is Jingjing"

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Sure enough, when a girl is young, no matter how gentle she is, after reaching a certain age, she will slowly become a shrew.

Before going to bed, Li Qingfeng did not continue to fool Hu Jiabao, but had a serious chat with Hu Jiabao about the company's upcoming annual meeting.

This time, Qingfeng Li planned to bring his whole family to attend the company's annual meeting and show up in front of all the employees.

Let all employees know him, at least know the name Hu Jiabao, so that what happened in the forum today will not happen again.

Employees publicly mocked and humiliated their boss's wife on their company's internal forum. This would be a very explosive event no matter where it happened.

As for whether or not to deal with the employees involved, Li Qingfeng said that of course not. After all, ignorance is not a crime. Both Hu Jiabao and Li Qingfeng have this magnanimity.

Things on the forum spread relatively quickly within the company, and some secret gossip began to circulate the next day.

For example, the news that Chairman Li Qingfeng’s wife’s surname was Hu was widely circulated within the company.

Those who had confronted Hu Jiabao on the forum yesterday fell into extreme panic after considering the strange operations of the technical department yesterday and the rumors circulating within the company today.

I was a little restless throughout the whole workday, fearing that I would be called over by my boss while I was at work and then be told to leave.

However, a whole day passed and no one was called away by the leader, and work went on as usual.

Until the day of the annual meeting, there was still no news of anyone being fired.

At this time, many people thought that the company's gossip was completely a rumor. How could the Hu Jiabao in the forum be the chairman's wife?

If she really was the chairman's wife, those who opposed her would have been fired long ago.

Cheer up and happily prepare to attend the company's annual meeting.

On January 1997, , the collective annual meeting of Lemon Company's subsidiaries in mainland China officially began.

Early in the morning, a large and uniformly coordinated convoy drove towards the Capital International Convention Center in a mighty manner.

Even in the capital, a developed region in the country, it is rare to see a convoy of this size. Along the way, many passers-by who were rushing to work by various means of transportation during the morning rush hour pointed at this huge convoy and talked about it.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Lemon Company is indeed a large international company. Look at the scale of their fleet. Is there any company in our country that can compare to them?"

A young man on a bus stared at the convoy passing by with banners hanging on it, and exclaimed repeatedly.

A woman who was also on the bus immediately agreed, "This is just the beginning. One of our neighbor's relatives works at the Lemon Company. They said that since there is no venue large enough to hold the annual meeting in the capital, only a small number of people came. If everyone came, the scale would at least be several times larger than it is now."

"Ah? This is just a small part. Oh my god, I knew Lemon Company was powerful, but I didn't expect it to be so powerful."

"Of course. The company has tens of thousands of people around the world, including 20,000 to 30,000 in China alone. How many people have arrived so far?"

"This scale is not small. Such a large fleet must carry several thousand people. An annual meeting with so many people must cost nearly one million, right?"

"One million? Not enough." The neighbor whose relative works at the lemon company curled her lips and said enviously, "I heard that they have a lottery for the employees at the annual meeting. The prize money for the lottery alone is several million. After this annual meeting, I estimate that they will make tens of millions."

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As soon as these words were spoken, there was a sound of people gasping for air in the carriage.

Damn, you spend millions of dollars on the lottery. If you are lucky enough to win, shouldn’t you at least win 10,000 or 20,000?
For a moment, the passengers on the bus, who were already envious, looked at the passengers in the convoy nearby and became even more envious.

"Qingfeng, do you think this is appropriate for me to wear?"

In the family compound, before leaving, Hu Jiabao, with her hair in an exquisite bun and wearing a finely tailored new Chinese-style plain cheongsam, slowly walked out of the cloakroom.

While looking at her clothes in the mirror, she asked Qingfeng Li casually.

After taking a look at the exquisitely dressed Hu Jiabao, Qingfeng Li gave his opinion: "It looks good, but I think you will feel a little cold before entering the venue."

"It's okay. Wenhui gave me a very expensive wool coat. It's very warm to wear. Before the meeting, I can just wear that coat on the outside," Hu Jiabao said casually while putting on the jewelry.

"Okay, as long as you don't feel cold."

After waiting for Hu Jiabao to finish packing, the family went downstairs and got into the extended Lincoln that had been gathering dust in the garage and had not been driven for a long time, and headed to the Capital International Convention Center.

In the conference room of the Capital International Convention Center, when meeting with a group of senior executives of Lemon Company, there was a bit of confusion in the way they addressed each other, as it was the first time that Hu Jiabao appeared in such an occasion with Li Qingfeng.

People called her all kinds of names. Those younger than Qingfeng Li called her sister-in-law. Yi Xuexi, the only student in China, called her master's wife. Executives from the mainland called her Professor Hu and Doctor Hu. People from Hong Kong called her Madam and Madam. These various names represented different respects and recognitions for Hu Jiabao, but they were a little too confusing.

In addition, Hu Jiabao was not very fond of titles such as Mrs. and Madam, so he simply asked everyone to call him by his occupation in the same way, which properly resolved the confusion in titles.

Looking at Hu Jiabao who was talking with ease to a group of company executives, Li Qingfeng asked He Guangqin to keep an eye on the two children running around, while he went backstage to change his clothes and start singing.

"Chairman, this is a performance costume specially made according to your figure. Do you like it?"

Zhang Haoping, the logistics supervisor in charge of the preparation of props for the annual meeting, respectfully took out a black suit with sequins from the closet. The sequins sparkled under the light, and the suit was well-cut and carefully made.

Looking at the performance costume in front of him, Li Qingfeng curled his lips. What the hell is this? There is no big silver chain or rivets or anything like that. This thing doesn't look like rock at all.

But there is no way, my identity is here, and what matters is being dignified and dignified. It's already good enough that the team can make the clothes like this.

After changing into his performance clothes and picking up a very expensive electric guitar, Li Qingfeng pretended to play it a few times.

Unfortunately, this thing has been processed and cannot make any sound at all.

Who made Li Qingfeng not know how to play this thing? He didn't even recognize the music score and had no time to learn it, so he could only pretend to play with an instrument that couldn't make any sound.

In order to make it appear that Li Qingfeng was not just pretending but could really play the guitar, Zhang Haoping specially arranged a highly skilled guitarist to play the guitar.

When the performance started, as soon as Qingfeng Li moved his hands, the guitarist would immediately follow suit.

Seeing that Li Qingfeng was ready, Zhang Haoping came over and said respectfully, "Chairman, the scene has been arranged. The headquarters has invited the best tuner in Hong Kong. The tuner has listened to the entire song you recorded dozens of times. It is guaranteed that your singing will be presented in the best effect on the spot."

Li Qingfeng smacked his lips. Could this be the legendary million-dollar tuner?

With my voice and level, I don't need this thing at all.

But after all, it was the good intention of his subordinates, and Li Qingfeng was embarrassed to refuse, so he could only accept it reluctantly.

At this moment, all the people who came to attend the company's annual meeting had taken their seats one after another, with Hu Jiabao and a group of the company's senior executives sitting at the front.

The company receptionist acting as the host on the stage was passionately reading the script she had prepared in advance.

After reading the prepared opening, the receptionist didn't waste any time and directly threw out the big bomb.

“Dear colleagues, the first guest to appear is amazing. He not only leads us to overcome difficulties in the business world, but also will show his unique style on the stage today. Let’s welcome him with applause - our chairman, Mr. Li Qingfeng.”

As the host finished speaking, all the lights focused on the stage entrance and passionate music instantly sounded.

Li Qingfeng carried a guitar on his shoulder, made a rock gesture to the people who were cheering for him, and then strode towards the center of the stage that had been set up long ago.

"Mom, my dad is really going to go on stage and sing in front of so many people." Chuyi, who was sitting next to Hu Jiabao, saw that his old father was serious and couldn't help but ask Hu Jiabao in a low voice.

Looking at his daughter, Hu Jiabao curled his lips and said, "Of course. Didn't you see that she has taken the guitar? How could it be fake?"

"The issue is"

Chuyi wanted to say that his father's singing was so bad, how could he have the nerve to sing in front of so many people, but when he thought of what happened a few nights ago, he quickly shut his mouth in disappointment.

After taking a look at his daughter, Hu Jiabao curled his lips and did not ask any further questions.

Hu Jiabao has not been idle these days. He has asked many people in the hospital and proved that there is no problem with his hearing.

That night, it was obvious that the three of them, father and son, had teamed up to deceive him.

At this time, Li Qingfeng was already standing on the stage, with several lights covering him. As for the other people in the band, they were just background boards. It was only because of the scattered light overflowing from Li Qingfeng that the people below could barely see their faces.

Looking at the overly enthusiastic audience below the stage, to be honest, Li Qingfeng was a little nervous at the moment.

After all, you know your own business.

The singing is really not that good.
The already selected gunmen in the audience stared at Li Qingfeng's fingers. As long as his fingers moved, the gunmen would immediately follow the rhythm.

Li Qingfeng took a deep breath, acted like a professional singer, and then pretended to play the electric guitar on his back.

When the finger was pressed, the passionate guitar sound rang out instantly, without any interval in between.

Li Qingfeng pretended to play the guitar while listening to the sound of the guitar on the speakers.

I am quite satisfied with this shooter. Not bad, not bad, his level is very high.

As the guitar sounds became more and more intense, the enthusiasm of the audience grew higher and higher, applause and cheers blended into one, and everyone had an excited expression on their face.

Only Hu Jiabao frowned.

After knowing each other for so many years, Hu Jiabao really knows Li Qingfeng too well.

Hu Jiabao was certain that Qingfeng Li couldn't even whistle a tune, let alone play the guitar.

If an average person has a hundred artistic cells, then Qingfeng Li only has fifty at most. Hu Jiabao absolutely does not believe that Qingfeng Li can play the guitar so well.

At first, Hu Jiabao thought it was music being played, but the more he watched, the more it looked like someone could really play it, and the technique was very good. For a moment, Hu Jiabao began to doubt his life again.

What was going on? Could it be that the man who had slept in the same bed with her for so long was really a musical genius? In just a few days, he had learned to play the electric guitar, and at such a high level?
Li Qingfeng on the stage naturally had no idea of ​​Hu Jiabao's little thoughts.

After an electric guitar solo ended, the band organized by the company played the prelude of "Nothing at All" at the right time, kicking off Li Qingfeng's singing.

"I used to ask endlessly
When will you come with me?
But you always laugh at me for having nothing."

With the help of a millionaire tuner, Qingfeng Li's barely passable singing voice was filled with a yearning for poverty. (End of this chapter)