Reborn in the red age

Chapter 175 Poets these days can’t get along with each other

Knowing that the person who wrote the letter was just a pen pal, Li Qingfeng felt relieved and threw the envelope casually on the table.

A pen pal is a shitty boyfriend, not as good as the online dating of later generations. Online dating at least allows you to look at naked photos. What can you see when writing a letter? Just do these nonsense.

Wang Weimin lost interest in this matter, sat back on the bench, and said: "Hey, I thought he was being bullied. If he doesn't come back, he won't come back. Do you think everyone is like my brother and can withstand it?" A sugar-coated bullet from a capitalist country?”

"It's different, I feel uncomfortable." Ma Wenhui said as her tears began to fall again.

This time Ma Wenhui cried again, and neither of them paid any attention to her. Instead, they picked up their wine glasses and clinked them together. Not to mention, they drank in response to Ma Wenhui's crying, which was a unique flavor.

Ma Wenhui didn't cry for long. She saw that the two of them ignored her, kept drinking and chatting, and clinking glasses from time to time.

Ma Wenhui, who cried for a while, felt bored. She wiped away her tears, picked up the envelope and put it in her pocket. She silently left the table, opened her Apple ll, inserted the game tape, and started playing video games.

Watching Ma Wenhui play fascinated, Li Qingfeng secretly wondered in his heart whether it was time for him to publish a game. Video games are really making money these days. In 1980, "Pac-Man" developed by the Japanese game company caused a stir around the world. caused a huge sensation.

Sales volume reached 100,000 for fifteen consecutive months, and revenue of one billion US dollars shocked the world.

One billion U.S. dollars in the 80s was an astronomical figure, and the small company that developed this game made a lot of money.

What is the cost of this game? For Qingfeng Li, it only cost one magnetic box. Games these days are very simple. If nothing else, if Qingfeng Li was given three months, he could write a world-class game like Tetris.

By then, this game alone will be able to bring Qingfeng Li more than a billion dollars in revenue.

After drinking and eating, Li Qingfeng did not go back to school tonight. He asked Wang Weimin to clean up a room for him and slept in the maintenance point that night.

Ma Wenhui was fine, but she was a little sad when she received a letter from her pen pal that day. After she woke up, the sadness was over, and she felt full of energy again.

After breakfast, I learned that Qingfeng Li had classes in the morning, so he took Wang Weimin and Qingfeng Li to Peking University, intending to listen to Qingfeng Li's lectures.

Driving the Passat to the staff building, I parked the car and was about to go upstairs to get the lesson plans when two uniformed police officers walked towards Qingfeng Li.

"Hello, we are from the Chengxi Police Station. Are you Qingfeng Li?"

Li Qingfeng was a little surprised to see two police officers coming to him, but he still answered the other party's question: "Hello, comrade police officers, I am Li Qingfeng, do you have anything to do with me?"

An older police officer glanced at the Passat and then at Wang Weimin, who was in a suit and tie. He had some concerns in his mind and said very politely: "Mr. Li, that's what happened. We have a case that we need to find out about from you." , please cooperate with us to go to the police station to understand the situation.”

At this time, there were many family members of employees in the staff building. After seeing the situation here, they all gathered around to check the situation.

Qingfeng Li looked at the family members of the employees who gathered around to watch the excitement, and secretly complained in his heart. In this public, if he really went with the police, who knows what the news would be like. He might turn into Qingfeng Li acting like a hooligan, messing around with men and women. The relationship was arrested by the police.

After thinking for a moment, Li Qingfeng smoked a cigarette alone and said with a smile: "Comrade, I've been in school every day recently. I really can't think of any cases that require my cooperation. Everyone is here too. Let's explain any cases on the spot. , if I just left with you, I don’t know what would happen in the school.”

The two police officers looked at each other. They both knew that driving around in imported cars was not easy to deal with these days, and they didn't want to offend Qingfeng Li too much, so they gave Li Qingfeng the face to tell the case in public.

"Impossible. My brother drank with me at my house last night and then slept at my house. What kind of bullshit promiscuous dance can he attend?" After the two police officers finished describing the case, before Li Qingfeng could do anything, Wang Weimin danced. Come out and testify for Qingfeng Li.

"Yes, I can also testify that Comrade Li Qingfeng did not attend the promiscuous dance last night." Ma Wenhui also quickly spoke up to testify.

Being pointed at and scolded, the two police officers looked a bit unhappy. The old police officer was okay, but the young police officer looked at Wang Weimin as if he wanted to kill someone.

After pulling Wang Weimin, Li Qingfeng finally understood why the police came to find him. It must have been caused by yesterday's poetry meeting.

Looking at the strange looks from the employees' family members around him, Li Qingfeng knew in his heart that he needed to explain quickly. If he didn't explain clearly now, he really wouldn't be able to explain clearly.

"Well, Comrade Public Security, if you say that, I probably understand what's going on. You should be talking about the poetry meeting yesterday, right?"

Then, Qingfeng Li told the police exactly what happened yesterday, from when he met Teacher Zhou after class to when he refused to leave after hearing about the dance.

After Qingfeng Li finished speaking, the eyes of the family members around him changed a little, and they all whispered to each other.

The old police officer pondered for a while, then said with an embarrassed look: "Well, Teacher Li, I believe what you say, but those who were arrested yesterday all insisted that you provided obscene books and tapes, and we are not allowed to I won't take you to the police station for investigation." "What, I'll go to the horse-riding people. Aren't these grandsons framed people? I'll go."

After stopping Wang Weimin from yelling at him, Li Qingfeng looked cold and asked without any emotion: "I would like to ask, what did Zhou Huaiyou, who invited me to attend the poetry meeting, say? He also pointed out that I was the one who brought these things there? "

"That Zhou Huaiyou didn't say you brought him there. He said he was not in the house at the time and didn't know anything about the matter."

Well, these so-called poets are really incompatible, and their books have been read into the stomachs of dogs.

"What's going on, what's going on?"

The school leaders who received the news rushed over in a hurry. They ignored the two police officers who came over and pulled Qingfeng Li to ask about the specific situation.

The school leaders still trusted Qingfeng Li. When they heard that he had been tricked by teachers at his school, they all stared in disbelief. Dean Qian even shouted that the director of the Chinese Department was blind, how could he let this happen? If a scumbag with bad morals is allowed to teach in a school, such a person should be directly reported to the school and expelled.

The matter had already been brought to the attention of the school leaders. Qingfeng Li was not worried about anyone ruining his reputation by gossiping. He calmly got into the Passat and followed the police car towards the west police station.

The Passat stopped at the door of the police station. Before getting out of the car, Qingfeng Li winked at Wang Weimin. The other party nodded knowingly and quickly backed up and left the door of the police station.

While the old police officer was taking notes on Qingfeng Li, there was a knock on the door of the interrogation room. A man who looked like a leader called the old police officer out. A few minutes later, the old police officer returned to the interrogation room.

This time, he was more polite to Qingfeng Li. He simply asked a few questions, ended the transcript inquiry hastily, and took Qingfeng Li from the interrogation room to the door of a small room.

Before leaving, he whispered: "Teacher Li, the person is inside, don't go too far, otherwise it will be difficult for us to explain."

Qingfeng Li didn't say anything, just nodded at the other party, opened the door and walked in.

What was locked in the small room was Zhou Huaiyou, who was taking Qingfeng Li to the dance.

Teacher Zhou, who was still high-spirited yesterday, had not been seen all night, and his face was already quite haggard. He was sitting on a stool with his head hanging down, handcuffs in hand.

Hearing the sound of someone opening the door from the outside, Zhou Huaiyou raised his head and glanced up. When he realized it was Qingfeng Li, a trace of guilt flashed across his face and his head bowed even further.

Walking up to him, he kicked him in the stomach without saying a word. After he fell to the ground, he stepped on his head, squatted down, picked up the prepared rag and stuffed it into his mouth.

Qingfeng Li was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. He asked Wang Weimin to find someone to say hello just to vent his anger. Why did he talk so much? Do we still need to ask why we acquiesced in those people's false accusations?

Next, he kicked the grandson who was lying on the ground violently. His mouth was blocked by a rag, and his groaning sound was not loud and could not be heard outside.

Not long after the beating, what Li Qingfeng didn't expect was that Zhou Huaiyou's grandson would actually cry after being beaten by him, with snot and tears running down his face.

Glancing at the snot stained on his pants with disgust, Qingfeng Li suddenly felt a little bored and didn't bother to continue teaching him a lesson, so he opened the door and walked out.

Coming out of the small dark room, Qingfeng Li greeted his husband, An, who had brought him here, and left the police station directly.

She got into the Passat that was waiting for her at the door. After asking Ma Wenhui not to tell Hu Jiabao, she asked Wang Weimin to drive her back to school.

As for Zhou Huai's punishment, they heard it from Teacher Wu in the office two days later.

The punishment for their group of poets was fines and detention. Except for the holders of obscene books who were sentenced to half a year, the remaining men and women were detained for fifteen days.

Among them, Zhou Huaiyou was the worst off. Others either had no jobs or were temporary workers. Those who had formal jobs were still workers. There were no particularly big losses after they came out.

Not only was Zhou Huaiyou fired from his job as a university teacher, he was also expelled from his postgraduate studies. Judging from the current situation, his university studies were in vain.

"Qingfeng, our first microcomputer has been successfully offline. Come and take a look."

On Friday, Qingfeng Li finished class and was about to go find Hu Jiabao when he was stopped by the excited Director Wang, who pulled Qingfeng Li and ran to the research institute.

　I received a call from home. A relative passed away and I need to go back to attend the funeral. Updates will be affected in the past few days.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)