Reborn in the red age

Instead of waiting for any news from the investigation team, Li Qingfeng saw Zhang Yapeng coming to his house alone.

While Hu Jiabao, who was completely unaware of the situation, went to the kitchen to help Cai Genhua cook, Zhang Yapeng whispered, "Teacher Li, I just received a call saying that the investigation team has arrived in Harbin and asked me, the client, to go back to testify. Do you think I should go?"

"Go ahead. The standards of this investigation team are not low. They are going to rectify both the black and white forces in Harbin. No one dares to cause trouble under the nose of the investigation team." Li Qingfeng gave the suggestion without thinking.

"Okay, when I received the call, I was worried about whether something might happen when I go back. Now that you said that, I feel more at ease. I will buy a train ticket to go back tomorrow."

"You know my home phone number, call me if you need anything."

Zhang Yapeng did not stay at home for long. He declined Hu Jiabao's invitation to lunch and left in a hurry.

The couple sent Zhang Yapeng to the elevator. After the elevator door closed, Hu Jiabao suddenly thought of Wang Weimin and asked Li Qingfeng to go back and call Wang Weimin to ask about the recent situation of the factory and whether taxes were paid according to regulations.

"Wang Weimin should be fine. From the very beginning of the business, I have always told him to do a good job with the finances. The finance staff of his factory was recruited from a state-owned enterprise, so he should not have any major problems."

Li Qingfeng was too lazy to make a long-distance call, as it would take more than ten minutes to transfer the call, which was too troublesome.

Hu Jiabao pouted and said worriedly, "Oh, if I tell you to hit me, then go ahead and hit me. I've seen news in the newspapers recently about self-employed people being shut down for tax evasion. His business is so big, if there's a tax problem, I'm worried that he'll be treated as an example."

"Okay, okay."

Unable to persuade Hu Jiabao, Li Qingfeng had to go home and call Wang Weimin to inquire about the situation.

The result was just as Li Qingfeng expected. The factory had professional financial staff, and Li Qingfeng had instilled in Wang Weimin the idea of ​​paying taxes according to the law over the years. As a result, there were no tax problems in their factory, and the factory successfully passed the review of the audit team.

However, after Wang Weimin cancelled the general sales contract with the provincial trading company last year and started shipping to other shopping malls and trading companies, the company encountered debt problems.

It’s not that Wang Weimin owes others, but that others owe him.

Now is the stage where triangular debts begin to appear on a large scale. You owe me and I owe him.

Not only private enterprises, but many state-owned enterprises are like this as well, completely trapped in a vicious circle.

Ultimately, it is the economic depression that has caused companies to have no money in their accounts, so they can only owe it for now and wait until they have money in the future.

Fortunately, DVD players are in great demand and the repayment period can be customized to dealers. Otherwise, DVD player manufacturers will be trapped in the crisis of triangular debts and unable to extricate themselves.

After ending the call with Wang Weimin, Li Qingfeng couldn't help but shake his head. This year was a mess both in terms of policy and economy.

Things were going very well in the first half of last year, but in the second half, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse and became shaky.

"How is it? Is Weimin okay?"

"It's okay. He has passed the review. The subsequent tax investigation has nothing to do with him."

Hearing that Wang Weimin had passed the review, Hu Jiabao put aside his worries, took out two tickets from the drawer, and waved them at Li Qingfeng with a smile.

"What the hell?"

"look by youself"

Li Qingfeng took it and looked at it. Wow, it was an admission ticket to Ma Wenhui's brand fashion show, and it was also a front row VIP seat.

After taking a quick look at the introduction on the ticket, Li Qingfeng was very interested in this fashion show.

After all, every man likes beautiful women.

He nodded with satisfaction and handed over the two tickets again: "It will open the day after tomorrow. Not bad, not bad. Let's go and see it together then. Ma Wenhui has quietly come up with such an interesting thing."

"We started preparing at the beginning of the year. If Zhang Yapeng hadn't gotten into trouble, we would have started earlier. We invited more than 50 female models. The model who won an international award last year was also invited by Wen Hui."

"Two days ago, the champion and runner-up of the first supermodel competition held in the Special Administrative Region also accepted Wen Hui's invitation and agreed to attend the event the day after tomorrow."

Hu Jiabao sat next to Li Qingfeng and enthusiastically introduced the fashion show the day after tomorrow to Li Qingfeng.

Li Qingfeng nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "Well, not bad, not bad, the female model on the cover of Mass Pictorial, the champion of the first supermodel competition, I must take a good look at her the day after tomorrow."

When he heard that there would be an underwear show, Qingfeng Li became more interested.

People's minds in this society are actually much more open than in later generations. Swimsuit shows are not uncommon. Not to mention professional fashion shows, even larger restaurants will hold a swimsuit show from time to time for diners to enjoy.

The underwear show is indeed a bit rare. If Ma Wenhui succeeds in organizing it, it will be the first of its kind in the country.

In order to show his support for Ma Wenhui, Li Qingfeng dug out the Leica camera he brought back from abroad from a corner of his home and found the color film that had not yet been completely used up by Chuyi.

She used the excuse of taking photos at home on the first and fifteenth days of the lunar month to practice in advance in preparation for the fashion show the day after tomorrow, which made Hu Jiabao roll his eyes to the sky.

The day after tomorrow, early in the morning, Li Qingfeng, who liked to sleep in, got up early. After eating the breakfast made by Cai Genhua, he led Hu Jiabao, who had a gloomy face, to the fashion show.

After meeting Ma Wenhui backstage in a renovated auditorium, Li Qingfeng approached her with a playful smile and flattered her: "Oh, Boss Ma is so dedicated. She still works hard even with a big belly. She is really a role model of independent women in the new era."

Ma Wenhui, who was being flattered by Qingfeng Li for the first time, looked Qingfeng up and down in surprise, frowned, and took a step back cautiously.

Just as she was about to speak, she felt something strange in her stomach and Ma Wenhui quickly covered her mouth and dry-heaved twice.

Qingfeng Li's smile froze on his face. Damn it, do you really dislike me? What do you mean, you want to vomit just by looking at my face?

"Wenhui, are you okay?" Hu Jiabao hurriedly stepped forward to support Ma Wenhui and asked with concern.

After the pain eased a little, Ma Wenhui waved her hands and said, "It's okay. My stomach was a little uncomfortable just now, and I started to have morning sickness again recently. I'm used to it."

"That means you are about to give birth. The due date is in two months, right? Do you want to go to my old hospital to give birth? I will contact my former colleagues and ask for a better private ward for you."

"Okay, the ward where you were born in the first grade was pretty good. Please help me contact them. I don't want to live with anyone else."

The two women left Li Qingfeng aside and started chatting as if no one was around.

Looking left and right, Li Qingfeng wanted to go backstage to help the female model do something "within his ability" and interrupted the two people's heated exchange of experience, but thinking of Hu Jiabao who had a gloomy face since the morning, he gave up the idea and waited obediently by the side. Finally, a staff member came over and interrupted the exchange between the two.

After Ma Wenhui finished explaining to the staff below, Li Qingfeng immediately approached her with a flattering look on his face: "Wenhui, the fashion show you organized this time was very good. You designed a lot of clothes specifically for this fashion show, right?"

"Yes, there are 58 sets of women's clothing and 40 sets of men's clothing, including clothes for spring, summer, autumn and winter. There are more than ten types of women's and men's bags. They are all independently designed by designers from Hong Kong and the mainland. There is no plagiarism at all," said Ma Wenhui, with a complacent expression on her face when talking about the clothes in this fashion show.

"Really? Where are the clothes? Find someone to take me to have a look, so I can see the quality of the designer you hired." Li Qingfeng looked serious, as if he was really going to look at clothes.

Ma Wenhui looked at Li Qingfeng suspiciously, then at Hu Jiabao. Seeing that Hu Jiabao had no intention of refusing, she nodded slightly, called a staff member and asked him to take Li Qingfeng to the backstage to look at the clothes.

After saying hello to Hu Jiabao, Li Qingfeng followed the staff towards the backstage dressing room.

When Li Qingfeng's back disappeared from sight, Ma Wenhui pursed her lips and said, "Your Li Laosan is not honest. He actually wanted to look at the female model in front of us."

"Just look if you want to. Aren't female models meant to be looked at? I know my man, he just wants to take a look, he doesn't have any other thoughts." Hu Jiabao pursed his lips, seeming to be reassured about Li Qingfeng.

Ma Wenhui nodded in agreement: "Well, that makes sense. Li Laosan is a good person and will not make mistakes in his lifestyle."

“That’s right, I have always had a good eye.”

Li Qingfeng, who had already entered the backstage, naturally did not hear the conversation between the two women behind their backs. Even if he heard it, he did not have the time to pay attention.

There were simply too many beautiful girls backstage, all of them natural beauties. Later, Liu Tianxian was present in person. Here, Li Qingfeng could only give an evaluation of their average looks.

The one sitting at the front row backstage was the international award winner. Li Qingfeng lost interest after taking one look from afar. The girl had a dark skin and her appearance was not the type that Li Qingfeng liked. Li Qingfeng said he didn't care much about her halo of winning an award abroad.

Li Qingfeng really admired the beauty of the group of models from the first supermodel competition who were sitting in the back.

It is bright and elegant, pleasing to the eye, much better than Bai Youmei.

(Second place in the first model conference)
In the dressing room backstage, Li Qingfeng held his camera and kept clicking until the film was used up, and then he left with a feeling of unfulfilled desire.

I didn't chat with the models, I just admired them. After all, it was Ma Wenhui's place, and her eyes were everywhere. Any movement here would be heard by Ma Wenhui.

Li Qingfeng didn't believe Ma Wenhui's big mouth.

The fashion show was not held outdoors, so there were not many spectators. Not as crowded as Pierre Cardin's shows, with only 500 invited spectators.

There were reporters at the scene. Li Qingfeng, who always paid attention to his image when he was outside, sat upright in the VIP viewing seat without looking around.

"Wenhui's clothes are well designed. Although some of them are a bit... um... exaggerated, most of them are good and can be worn directly on the street without attracting strange looks."

Taking advantage of the break when the female model finished her show, Hu Jiabao quietly discussed the clothes on the female model with Li Qingfeng.

The clothes on fashion shows at this time were still within the normal range, and the clothes displayed were all clothes that could be worn out, not as eye-catching as those in later generations.

As for what Hu Jiabao said about exaggeration, it seemed normal to Qingfeng Li. It was just a miniskirt, tight jeans, and some clothes that showed off the figure. What was so exaggerated about it?
Li Qingfeng said it looked very nice, and if possible, he would ask the model to come up and show it a few more times.

"Fuck, this is really eye-catching"

After the male models came on stage, Li Qingfeng, who had not yet recovered from the feast of beauty addicts, was almost disgusted to the point of vomiting by these male models.

Tight denim shorts, black mesh stockings, high heels
What the hell is this? Ugh, disgusting.

"You don't understand this, this is the trend, this is the real fashion. Gays in Hong Kong, Europe and America all dress like this. In the SAR, many gentlemen with good aesthetic taste dress like this. This is the embodiment of the trend, the fashion trendsetters."

The reporter who was taking a lot of photos of the male model in denim shorts and black stockings stopped taking photos and gave Li Qingfeng a look of contempt when he heard Li Qingfeng's complaint.

"I"

"Okay, stop talking, you conservative bumpkin."

The reporter didn't even wait for Li Qingfeng to explain. He snorted coldly, called him a bumpkin, and chased after him with his camera, taking pictures of his charming buttocks.

"Am I him?"

Li Qingfeng, who was ridiculed for not understanding fashion, was so angry that he pointed at his grandson and was speechless.

"puff"

Hu Jiabao, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but laughed when he saw Li Qingfeng being humiliated.

Seeing Hu Jiabao holding his stomach with his hands while laughing, Li Qingfeng's already dark complexion became even darker.

Seeing that the show was about to end, but the long-awaited lingerie show had not yet begun, Li Qingfeng pulled Hu Jiabao's clothes in confusion: "Didn't they say there would be a lingerie show? How come it's almost over, but there's no lingerie show yet?"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. Yesterday, a notice was issued saying that lingerie shows are inappropriate, so Wenhui cancelled it," Hu Jiabao said to Li Qingfeng with a half-smile.

"."

On purpose, absolutely on purpose.

I came here just for the lingerie show. If I had known it was cancelled, I would have come here at all. Wouldn't it be nice to just stay at home and sleep?

Li Qingfeng, who felt that he had been cheated, looked even darker.

The two-hour show ended. As he stood up, Qingfeng Li muttered in a low voice: "Just cancel the lingerie show. Why not replace it with a swimsuit show? Ugh, bad review."

"How was it? Was my fashion show going well?" As soon as the fashion show was over, Ma Wenhui, who was pregnant, came over excitedly and asked for their opinions.

"Very average, average clothes, average scenes, average models"

Li Qingfeng did not give Ma Wenhui a good look. After leaving a sixteen-character evaluation, he took Hu Jiabao's wrist and turned away gracefully.

After returning home and opening the door, Cai Genhua, who was taking care of the two children at home, said hurriedly:
"Teacher Li, someone called you this morning and said his brother was in trouble, and asked you to call him back as soon as possible." (End of this chapter)