Reborn in the red age

After seeing off the guests at home in the evening, Li Qingfeng coaxed Chuyi to sleep, took a bath and went back to his room to sleep.

Hu Jiabao turned his eyes away from the computer screen and complained to Qingfeng Li about his partiality towards the two children: "You were away on a business trip for three months, and as soon as you came back you played with Chuyi. Shiwu wanted to play with you as his father, but you looked perfunctory and impatient. What's wrong? Shiwu is not your biological child?"

In the Li family, the couple have opposite attitudes towards their children. Li Qingfeng likes his daughter and always takes time to play with Chuyi every day when he returns home.

Hu Jiabao is just the opposite. He likes sons more than daughters. If you make Chuyi angry, you will definitely be spanked. As for the fifteenth, he is preached too much and spanking rarely happens.

"What's the big deal? I think you're just overthinking it. A real man wouldn't have as many thoughts as a little girl." Li Qingfeng rubbed her wet hair with a towel, looking indifferent.

"Nonsense, I think you just don't value your son and only like your daughter."

"Look at what you said. If I didn't value the fifteenth, wouldn't we have just had one on the first? Why would we have a second child?"

Hu Jiabao rolled her eyes at Qingfeng Li and said coquettishly, "Isn't having a second child meant to continue the family line?"

"How could you think of me like that? Is having a second child just for the sake of carrying on the family line?" Li Qingfeng threw the towel in his hand and added indignantly, "Where did you put the inheritance?"

Faced with Li Qingfeng's words, Hu Jiabao was stunned for a moment, and soon rolled his eyes again.

Too lazy to pay attention to Li Qingfeng, Hu Jiabao turned his attention back to the computer, typing quickly on the keyboard with a weird smile on his face from time to time.

Li Qingfeng walked behind Hu Jiabao and looked at the computer screen curiously.

When he saw the chat room displayed on the screen, Li Qingfeng was stunned: "No, what's going on? When did our family get access to the local area network?"

"You look so surprised. I just got this job after the Chinese New Year. It's a new business run by a company under the Academy of Sciences. It costs 6,000 yuan to connect a line to your home, which can connect all LAN access users in the city." Hu Jiabao said proudly, looking at Li Qingfeng's shocked expression.

"Hiss, Professor Dong and his team have made great progress in developing local area networks. It's only been a few years, and they can already connect wires to homes."

"Indeed, this LAN is a hot topic in the city. Now if you want to connect a line to your home, you have to queue up." Hu Jiabao took out a brochure and handed it to Li Qingfeng: "Here, take a look, this is the introduction of the LAN."

Taking the brochure from Hu Jiabao and looking at the organizing company on the cover, Li Qingfeng gritted his teeth.

Did Liu Aiguo give gifts to the leaders of the Academy of Sciences? Or is Liu Aiguo the leader's biological son? Why does he do all the work of the Academy of Sciences?
When he opened the first page of the booklet, Li Qingfeng almost burst into curses. What the hell, this is robbery. The entry fee is 6,000, the usage fee is 2,000, and the monthly rent is 500, which must be paid for three months at a time.

The cost is even more outrageous than that of a mobile phone. Even robbing money cannot make money faster than this thing.

After quickly reading the instruction manual, Qingfeng Li looked at Hu Jiabao speechlessly: "So, you spent nearly 10,000 yuan to connect to the LAN, and what did you get? You can only chat by typing?"

The speed of the local area network was limited these days, so one could only chat in the chat room. Even files and pictures could not be transmitted. A message took nearly a minute to be received by the other party. In Li Qingfeng's opinion, it was completely useless.

"Yes, I can chat with others at home. I think the ten thousand yuan is well spent," Hu Jiabao nodded and said as a matter of course.

This loser woman
Li Qingfeng wanted to complain, but after thinking it over, he closed his mouth and didn't say anything.

Glancing at the chat room that was jumping on the screen, Li Qingfeng said sourly: "Hey, you seem to be chatting so enthusiastically, who is it? Are you talking to the pen pal who went boating on Weiming Lake with you?"

Pausing to reply, Hu Jiabao turned his head to look at Li Qingfeng and said with a smile: "It was more than ten years ago that we went boating on Weiming Lake. If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten about this person."

"Humph, I'll remember this forever."

"Look at you, your child is already this big, why are you so jealous?" Hu Jiabao smiled, pointed at the screen and said, "Wen Hui and I are chatting, there are only two of us in the chat room."

"So, you two spent 20,000 yuan to set up this local area network so that you can chat anytime?"

"Yeah, what's the problem?"

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Li Qingfeng's mouth twitched. These two people are indeed best friends for more than ten years. Even their ideas are so similar.
The next morning, after having breakfast, Li Qingfeng did not go to school to report for leave, but lay down on the bed, wondering whether he should go to school to teach.

He knew his own level. He had no problem typing codes, but other aspects were just average. With the development of computers, there were more and more things to teach, and it was a bit difficult for Li Qingfeng to teach his students now.

What's more, when the chip factory starts operation and the car factory is established, he will definitely have more and more things to do, and he will definitely have to take long vacations every few days. Once or twice is okay, but if it happens too often, Li Qingfeng will feel embarrassed.

I wanted to resign, but after being a teacher for so many years and having feelings for the school, I was reluctant to resign for a while.

When Hu Jiabao came back from school and saw Li Qingfeng lying on the bed, he couldn't help but ask, "You're not in school today, what are you thinking about lying at home?"

"Ugh"

With a deep sigh, Qingfeng Li sat up from the bed and told Hu Jiabao that he wanted to resign.

After listening carefully to Li Qingfeng's thoughts, Hu Jiabao didn't care too much about whether Li Qingfeng resigned or not, because his family didn't rely on his salary to live anyway.

After thinking for a while, Hu Jiabao gave his own advice: "I think you should follow your own heart. Our family lives a wealthy life and has more money than we can spend in several lifetimes. No matter what decision you make, I support you."

"Your suggestion is the same as no suggestion. Let me think about it again. There is no rush to resign." Li Qingfeng did not make a decision that day. He planned to see the situation when he went to school to report for leave in the afternoon.

"It's up to you. Get up quickly. Xiao Cai has already prepared dinner. Eat first. Don't let anything else interfere with your meal."

"Okay, here I come"

Hu Jiabao came and left in a hurry. Just after lunch, he received a call from the school notifying him of a meeting, and he hurried back.

Looking at Hu Jiabao's back, Li Qingfeng shook his head. Hu Jiabao really loves the profession of doctor.

Since graduating with a doctorate, Hu Jiabao has been working as a doctor and a teacher. He is busy every day and does not earn much. He lives entirely on love.

After Hu Jiabao left, Li Qingfeng did not stay at home for long. He asked Xiao Cai to take Shiwu downstairs to play for a while in the afternoon, then went downstairs, rode his bicycle, and rushed to school. "Teacher Li, I haven't seen you for a while. What have you been doing these two months?"

"Teacher Li, it's been a while since we last met. I calculated the time and you should be back soon."

Having worked at the school for nearly ten years, he knew eighty to ninety percent of the teachers in the School of Computer Science, not to mention those in other colleges. Ever since Li Qingfeng entered the school, people kept taking the initiative to say hello to him.

After greeting each other, Li Qingfeng went straight to the school's personnel department to cancel his leave.

"Teacher Li, school has been open for a while. You just came today. Come and sit down and have some melon seeds."

A few old ladies who were chatting in the Personnel Department saw Li Qingfeng coming over, and they kept eating melon seeds in their hands and beckoned Li Qingfeng to come over and sit down.

Li Qingfeng was not polite either. He grabbed a handful of melon seeds on the table and started chatting with everyone: "Sister Zhang, I haven't been to school for a while. Does any leader in the school have any problem with me?"

"Of course not. Director Liu from the Political Department has criticized you in public many times at meetings." Sister Zhang looked outside the door and said in a low voice after not seeing anyone else.

Hearing the name Director Liu, Qingfeng Li curled his lips. This guy is a petty person.

Many years ago, because Qingfeng Li didn't give him face when Dong Yifen put on lipstick, this guy never liked Qingfeng Li and found many opportunities to criticize him.

But that was all. Apart from satisfying himself verbally, he had no other way to deal with Li Qingfeng.

"Who is so petty? I don't bother to pay attention to him. Is there anyone else besides him?"

"There is no one else except him. Your classes during this period are all taught by Teacher Jiang Yiping. Please bring something up tomorrow and thank him."

"What are you waiting for? I'll go there this afternoon. Sister Zhang, please help me get my leave." As he said that, Li Qingfeng put down the melon seeds in his hand, clapped his hands and prepared to leave.

Seeing that Li Qingfeng was about to leave, Sister Zhang hurriedly called out to him: "Hey, hey, hey, don't leave. What are you in such a hurry for?"

"What? Is there anything else?"

"I have something else to inform you. You haven't been to school for a while, so there are some things you don't know. There are new regulations at the beginning of this year. Teachers are no longer allowed to take long leave from school."

Hmm? Li Qingfeng's first reaction was that this policy was aimed at him.

After thinking about it carefully, Li Qingfeng felt that he was just a small teacher and there was no need to issue new regulations specifically targeting him, so he hurriedly asked Sister Zhang for the details.

"It's because the school salary is too low to support a large family. Too many people are working part-time outside. Not to mention those of us in science and engineering, even those in the arts are working part-time outside."

Speaking of this, Sister Zhang's face was full of gossip. She excitedly told Li Qingfeng about their operations: "The people from the Foreign Languages ​​College went out to work as translators, the people from Chinese literature submitted articles everywhere to earn royalties, and the most outrageous thing was the group of people from archaeology. They set up stalls in Panjiayuan and partnered with the people from the Foreign Languages ​​College to sell junk to those foreigners."

"Let me tell you, it's just a small broken jar." Sister Zhang stretched out her hands and gestured a shape with a diameter of 20 centimeters, and said enviously: "It's just such a broken jar, I don't know if it is from the Qing Dynasty or the Republic of China, and it's sold to foreigners for 500 US dollars."

Listening to Sister Zhang's description, Qingfeng Li felt uncomfortable. These were all knowledgeable professors of various subjects.
After leaving the Personnel Department, Li Qingfeng sighed. He had been struggling over whether to resign or not, but now he didn't have to worry about it anymore. The school had helped him make the decision, and he had no choice but to resign.

He bought some fruits and snacks from the stall set up by the teachers' families in the school, and walked into Jiang Yiping's office carrying a bag of things.

Throwing the things on Jiang Yiping's table, Li Qingfeng sat on the sofa carelessly and made himself a pot of tea without being asked.

Jiang Yiping used to be Li Qingfeng's homeroom teacher, and now he also works part-time at the Computer Research Institute. The two of them have a naturally close relationship at school.

"I heard that you went to Japan to purchase chip production lines this time? How was it? Was everything going well?"

Jiang Yiping didn't bother to be polite with Li Qingfeng. He put the bag of things aside, sat on the sofa and asked about the trip to Japan.

Li Qingfeng had nothing to hide from Jiang Yiping, so he told him in detail about his trip to Japan.

"You are lucky, as you just happened to catch the Japanese stock market crash. Otherwise, the Japanese would not sell you the equipment without 60 million US dollars."

As a researcher of the older generation, Jiang Yiping had long seen clearly the shameless faces of capitalist countries. He listened carefully to Li Qingfeng's story and showed no anger.

Li Qingfeng also echoed the sigh: "Yes, if we hadn't happened to catch up, we would have been the ones who got taken advantage of."

"Tell me, why did you come to see me today? And why did you bring something with you? This is not like your style at all." Picking up the teacup and taking a sip of tea, Jiang Yiping did not continue to talk about Japan. Instead, he asked Li Qingfeng why he came to see him.

"Looking at what you said, I can't come to see you just because I miss you. After all, Professor Wang rarely comes to school anymore and has started to retire at home. You are the only teacher left who taught me in the School of Computer Science. Is it okay for me to come to see you with a gift?"

"Come on, don't I know what kind of temper you have? When did you come to my house with a gift to thank me when I substituted for you in a class? Come on, if you have something to say, just say it. I'm busy."

Li Qingfeng touched his nose with a bit of embarrassment, stopped talking nonsense, and told Jiang Yiping that he wanted to resign.

Looking at Jiang Yiping, who had no expression on his face and no trace of surprise, Li Qingfeng was a little confused: "Why? I said I want to resign, why don't you have any expression at all?"

Jiang Yiping looked at Li Qingfeng as if he was a fool: "What kind of expression do you want me to have? Begging you to stay with me? Persuading you not to resign?"

"Shouldn't it be? Isn't it worth trying to retain an outstanding talent like me?"

"Come on, forget it. I'm not the principal or the dean. Whether you resign or not has nothing to do with me. Why should I keep you?"

“That makes sense.”

"Okay, if you want to resign, write your resignation letter and hand it in to the HR department. I'm busy here."

As he spoke, Jiang Yiping casually took out a notebook and a pen from his desk and handed them to Li Qingfeng, urging him to write his resignation letter quickly and leave as soon as possible so as not to affect his work.

Holding the pen in his hand, he stared blankly at the notebook in front of him. This is not scientific. (End of this chapter)