Reborn in the red age

"The colors of the ghost paintings in the first grade of junior high school are well matched and the objects are rich in shapes. They are a bit like Picasso's abstract style, a bit like the stream of consciousness of French Impressionist painters, and a bit of postmodernism. My junior high school kid is a genius. He will definitely be a world-class master in painting in the future."

Facing the admiring eyes of the first grader, Li Qingfeng's lies became more and more fluent. The first grader was stunned for a while, rubbing his little head, thinking that he was really as powerful as his father said?
The nonsense fooled the first grade of junior high school, but not Hu Jiabao. After Qingfeng Li finished talking nonsense, Hu Jiabao pointed to an indescribable graffiti on the wall and said with a sneer: "You said your daughter is so Awesome, please explain, what’s so good about this thing?”

After glancing at the indescribable object, Li Qingfeng touched Chu Yi's little head and asked with a smile: "Chu Yi, tell dad, what is that thing you painted? What is the name of this work?"

"Hmm. Ah."

A child who is just over three years old has not yet entered kindergarten and does not know a few words. What can he understand?
When Qingfeng Li asked this question, his cerebellum immediately went into panic. People came here to destroy things everywhere like crazy. The things they drew had no reference at all, let alone their names. He hesitated for a long time and couldn't say anything.

Seeing this, Qingfeng Li didn't even ask what the painting was, and started to comment directly: "In this painting from the first year of junior high school, the extreme lines brought an extremely strong visual impact, and at the same time, the clutter of the content fit perfectly. Postmodernism style, I think the best thing about this work in the first year of junior high school is that it is painted on the wall. The green paint on the wall complements the paint of the painting, which expresses..."

After finishing the long review, Li Qingfeng couldn't help but give himself a big thumbs up because he turned out to be so good at talking nonsense.

After Qingfeng Li finished speaking, the junior student next to him clapped his hands excitedly: "Okay, okay, Dad, this is what I am painting. I will be a great painter in the future."

Hu Jiabao also laughed angrily at the father and daughter. As expected of their biological children, one dared to speak and the other dared to believe.

Hu Jiabao, who didn't know much about art, couldn't say anything to refute, and just left a cold sentence: "Okay, since you think the paintings in the first year of junior high school are so good, then these masterpieces by your daughter on the wall will be handed over to you. You come and clean it up, I won’t take care of it anymore." Then he turned around and went to the living room to clean up the house.

"what?"

Seeing that Hu Jiabao had left, Qingfeng Li was dumbfounded. He was just chatting casually, how could he find a lot of work for himself?
In the first year of junior high school, I was very excited about Hu Jiabao's departure. He felt that he had won the confrontation with his mother for the first time. He pulled Qingfeng Li's pants and jumped up and down.

With Qingfeng Li's deception, Chu Yi became more interested in painting on the wall than before. After jumping around a few times, he started painting on the wall again.

Seeing that the graffiti on the wall had more than doubled in size, Qingfeng Li's mouth twitched and he wanted to slap himself twice.

It would be better if Hu Jiabao beat him up in the first grade of junior high school. Why should I talk too much?

Before the house was tidied up, the mother-in-law who went out to buy groceries came back from outside with Shi Shi in her arms. When she saw the couple, she said with a smile: "You guys are back from Wuxi? Are you done?"

"Not yet. Qingfeng has to go to Wuxi in a few days. He just wants to send me back." After Hu Jiabao explained, he quickly took Shi Shi from Hu's mother's arms and asked with concern: "Mom, Shi Shi is breastfeeding today." Are you done yet?”

"Eat. I ate at your Aunt Liu's daughter-in-law's place in the morning."

"That's okay. I see you bought fish. I'll cook it at noon."

"Okay, just follow the northern method. Qingfeng can't get used to the taste of the food here."

Li Qingfeng, who was graffitiing on the wall with his two wives and nephews in the first year of junior high school, walked out of the house after hearing the noise outside, said hello to his mother-in-law, and went to the kitchen to accompany Hu Jiabao. Cooking.

"Hey, this fish can still survive after being out of water for so long." Li Qingfeng entered the kitchen and saw Hu Jiabao killing the fish, and approached him with a playful smile.

Hu Jiabao, who had just been so angry with the two women in the bedroom, was too lazy to pay attention to him now. He grabbed the herring in the basin, picked up an awl from the window sill, and ran it directly towards the back of the fish's head.

The fish that had been jumping around just now immediately stopped moving. Li Qingfeng was curious. He had never killed fish at home before. This was the first time he had seen Hu Jiabao kill fish with such a method.

Dangzhi asked: "How did you do this? To kill a fish, don't you have to knock the fish unconscious first and then kill it? Why did the fish die when you pricked it with a needle?"

Hu Jiabao kept moving his hands and expertly packed up the herring in his hands and answered: "If you insert it into the foramen magnum of the fish and stir it up, the fish's nervous system will be destroyed."

At this point, Hu Jiabao paused, turned to look at Qingfeng Li and smiled slightly: "All animals with vertebrates can destroy the nervous system in this way, and so can humans, but it's a little more troublesome."

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The playful smile on Qingfeng Li's face disappeared instantly. After looking at each other with Hu Jiabao, an angry look appeared on his face. He turned around and walked out, shouting as he walked: "Li Muzi, who told you to mess with the walls of my grandma's house?" You smeared with graffiti, let me beat your ass."

Qingfeng Li was so frightened that he changed his attitude at just one sentence, and Hu Jiabao in the kitchen chuckled happily.

Hearing the commotion outside, Chu Yi came out of the back room and sat in Hu's mother's arms, smiling and talking. When he heard his old father's words, his face was stunned. What is this situation? Didn’t you say that I am a genius and a future painting master?
In the end, Qingfeng Li's slap did not fall on Chu Yi's buttocks. Without him, the mother-in-law was still here, so how could Qingfeng Li spank the child in front of her.

After staying at Hu's house for four days and thinking about Wang Weimin's lesson, Li Qingfeng drove to Wuxi alone to prepare to fish Wang Weimin out.

"How are things going with the Song family?"

Back at the DVD player factory, Li Qingfeng asked Chen Defa how things were going.

"Brother, the matter was settled yesterday. You asked Mr. Wang to stay at the Song family for a few more days. That's why I didn't go to bring Mr. Wang back."

Although Wang Weimin is now eating, Qingfeng Li belongs to Chen Defa's boss in a strict sense, and Qingfeng Li's orders are carried out without hesitation.

Regarding the Song family's affairs, except for the passport troubles and the need for Lemon Company to come forward, going to Xiangjiang is just a matter of saying hello.

Hearing that everything was done, Li Qingfeng nodded: "Where's Weimin? How is he doing at the Song family these days? Nothing happened?"

"It's okay. I send people to the Song family to visit Mr. Wang every day. Except for a little mental lethargy, there is nothing serious about his health," Chen Defa said.

"I hope I can teach him a lesson this time. Let's go and go to the Song family to bring him back."

The group took the money and documents and drove to Song's house.

This trip was no better than the last one. In broad daylight, there were many people on the Song family street. When they saw two or three cars driving into the street, many people pointed at the convoy.

Ignoring the passers-by who were watching, Li Qingfeng led the people and walked into the Song family carrying a suitcase full of money. The Song family has such a cash cow as Wang Weimin. They have quit their jobs in the past few days and the whole family is at home at this time.

Seeing Qingfeng Li bringing people over, Song's father hurriedly came over and said, "Oh, the boss is finally here. Our family has been waiting for you for a long time."

"I think Mr. Song is not waiting for me, but for money, right?" Li Qingfeng said without giving the Song family any face, and said with a smile.

"Hey, they're all the same, they're all the same." After being ridiculed by Qingfeng Li, Song's father didn't feel embarrassed. He turned to greet his eldest son and said, "Daji, wipe the stools in the room quickly and welcome the distinguished guests in."

Song's father was a standard gambler, and he wanted to win money when naming his sons. The eldest son was called Daji, and the younger son was called Dali. Together they meant great luck and fortune.

Qingfeng Li waved his hands and was too lazy to be polite to this family: "No, I won't sit down. I'll call Wang Weimin out first. I want to see if my brother has endured hardship in your house these days."

"Don't worry, boss. Boss Wang has been providing us with delicious food and drink these past few days. Our family's quota of fine-grain white flour has been completely eaten by Boss Wang these days."

Soon, Wang Weimin was taken out of a sealed room, glanced at Qingfeng Li, and called "Brother" in a low voice with some guilt.

He glanced at Wang Weimin up and down. Old Man Song was right. He really hadn't treated Wang Weimin too harshly these past few days. Except for his lack of energy, everything else about him was fine.

Song's father rubbed his hands and said in a lewd manner: "Um, boss, you see what I said is right. I will not treat you badly at all, Boss Wang."

Qingfeng Li didn't say anything and winked at Chen Defa next to him. Chen Defa came to the table knowingly carrying a cloth bag.

He opened his pocket and poured it on the table. With a clatter, five wads of banknotes fell on the table. One wad was one hundred thousand, a total of five hundred thousand.

The Song family's eyes widened when they looked at the five hundred thousand dollars on the table. Except for Song Jiaojiao, the rest of the Song family took two quick steps, grabbed the money on the table, put it to their noses and sniffed it.

"Dad, our family has become rich, and we will also be the boss in the future."

"Dad, we agreed that each of us brothers will get 150,000 yuan each. You can't just keep your word."

Facing the greedy eyes of his two sons, Song's father kept nodding his head, holding the money in his hand and smiling from ear to ear.

Qingfeng Li watched this scene from the side, with a sneer in his heart. If you didn't go to Xiangjiang and take away 100,000 yuan to unite and solve the problem, then I really can't do anything to you.

Since your family is seeking death, don't blame me, Mr. Liu, for being rude. Just laugh. As happy as you are laughing now, you will be crying sadly when you get to Xiangjiang.

The Song family was excited for a while, and soon thought that Qingfeng Li and his party were still there. Song's father calmed down his excited expression and came to Li Qingfeng: "Well, boss, our house has been packed up, what are you looking at?" When can we go to Xiangjiang as a family? "

"Oh? Are you ready so soon? The Chinese New Year is coming soon, isn't your family too anxious? You don't even plan to spend the New Year at home?" Li Qingfeng mocked sarcastically.

"Everywhere we go is celebrating the New Year. We Chinese are also there. It would be great for our family to go there to celebrate the New Year."

"Okay, since your house has been packed up, let's set off in the afternoon."

"Okay, okay, let's go clean it up now"

After receiving Qingfeng Li's affirmative reply, the Song family stopped talking to Wang Weimin and Qingfeng Li, hurried back to the house to pack their luggage, and dreamed of becoming a rich man after going to Xiangjiang.

After getting rid of these minor characters, Li Qingfeng set his sights on Song Jiaojiao. This girl was the difficult target, and he didn't know if she would cause any trouble again.

Stretching his hand back, Chen Defa took out the portfolio he had prepared and handed it over. Qingfeng Li shook the portfolio at Song Jiaojiao and said with a smile: "Comrade Song, this is the information I asked someone to prepare for you. As long as you take this portfolio to the embassy in Shanghai, you can successfully apply for a visa to France."

"Where's the four-year tuition and living expenses you promised me?" Song Jiaojiao didn't pick up the portfolio directly, but asked about the money.

"Let me correct you. French universities only have three years. In theory, I only need to give you three years of living expenses and tuition."

Song Jiaojiao became anxious when she heard that she only had three years of tuition and living expenses.

"I know you're in a hurry, but don't be too hasty, just listen to what I'm going on." Before Song Jiaojiao could speak, Li Qingfeng took the lead to stop the other party from speaking.

Seeing that Song Jiaojiao had no intention of speaking, he said slowly: "Considering that France starts school in September, you may need to learn the language in advance. I can pay you four years of tuition and living expenses."

"What about the money? When are you going to give it to me?"

"In the file bag, there is a US dollar deposit certificate from HSBC Bank. Four years of tuition and living expenses are included in it. After arriving in France, you can change the money into francs at HSBC Bank and withdraw it."

After hearing that the bank's U.S. dollar deposit certificate was not cash, Song Jiaojiao hesitated.

Qingfeng Li saw what she was thinking and said with a smile: "Don't worry, this little money is nothing to me. There is no need to forge bank deposit receipts to deceive you. If you don't believe it, you can go to HSBC in China." The office asked whether it was true or false.”

After looking deeply at Qingfeng Li, Song Jiaojiao stopped worrying about the matter and took the file bag from Qingfeng Li. After confirming that the documents inside were correct, she turned around and went back to the house to pack things without even looking at Wang Weimin. I plan to go to Shanghai to apply for a visa in the afternoon.

Wang Weimin, who had been silent since Qingfeng Li came in, saw Song Jiaojiao turning around and entering the room without looking back, and couldn't help but call out: "Jiaojiao"

Song Jiaojiao stopped but didn't look back.

Wang Weimin looked at Song Jiaojiao's back and said with a sad tone: "Jiaojiao, this is what you told me before. Oops."

Before Wang Weimin could finish his words, Li Qingfeng kicked Wang Weimin from behind, knocking him to his knees. (End of chapter)