Reborn in the red age

As Li Qingfeng on the rostrum spoke deeper and deeper, the audience below became more and more crazy.

Is this a speech? This is the way to wealth that my dear senior pointed out to me.

Applause broke out continuously in the conference hall. Many people's eyes were darting around, no longer paying attention to what Li Qingfeng was saying. Instead, they were constantly thinking about how to start a business on the World Wide Web and what projects they should do after the speech.

Although Li Qingfeng said that there will be opportunities to start a business on the Internet only when the time is ripe in the future.

However, what happened in the small auditorium today will soon spread throughout Silicon Valley.

There is no chance to wait until the relevant facilities are mature. By the time the time is ripe, many bigwigs in these World Wide Web projects will have already left, so there will be no chance for us to take action.

Now you have no choice but to go for it and gain a foothold first. Anyway, with your golden signboard, there will be no shortage of investors willing to invest money.

Watching Li Qingfeng speaking eloquently on the rostrum, Hu Jiabao, who was sitting in the first row below, had a gleam in his eyes. He stared intently at Li Qingfeng on the rostrum, looking at him so seriously.

At this moment, Hu Jiabao only had one feeling in his heart, that is, my mother's vision in choosing men is really good.
Li Qingfeng spoke continuously for more than an hour on the podium, and his mouth became dry.

When you feel it’s almost over, make a final summary and without giving students a chance to ask questions, directly announce the end of today’s speech.

At noon, a simple lunch was held in the school cafeteria under the arrangement of Principal Jelf.

Li Qingfeng had finally come to America, and those alumni who graduated from Stanford University, who had low status in the business world and were not qualified to meet Li Qingfeng alone, came to their alma mater one after another, trying to get a chance to meet Li Qingfeng at the lunch banquet.

Faced with the various alumni who came up to him with wine glasses, Li Qingfeng felt a headache. It was not right to refuse, nor was it right not to refuse. He could only cheer himself up and have a brief chat with them.

Fortunately, Qingfeng Li's social status was there, and no one dared to force him to drink.

After clinking the glasses twenty or thirty times, the amount of wine in the glasses didn't drop at all.

After spending a whole afternoon and an evening on boring socializing, Li Qingfeng and his wife finally returned to their residence exhausted.

"Dad, mom, welcome home"

Chuyi, who was taken out by Dong Yifen for a day and dressed up like a little European princess, saw Li Qingfeng and his wife coming back. She happily went up to them and greeted them in English, showing off her new dress.

"Do you think the clothes Sister Yifen bought for me are pretty?"

Li Qingfeng picked up Chuyi and felt that the girl seemed to have gained weight, so he put Chuyi down again: "Sister Yifen bought this for you? Did you thank Sister Yifen?"

"Thank you, but Sister Yifen said that verbal thanks are not sincere, so she asked me to thank her in a different way."

"Oh? In what form?"

"When I get home and see you, I'll throw a tantrum and beg you to give Sister Yifen a raise."

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After returning from Stanford, Li Qingfeng's work in Silicon Valley came to an end. He then began his private vacation and had a good time with his wife and children for a few days.

While eating at a large restaurant in San Francisco's Chinatown, Hu Jiabao pointed at a waiter carrying plates and whispered in Li Qingfeng's ear, "Hey, Qingfeng, does that guy look like Lu Weijiang, the mainstay of the Magic City Peking Opera Theater, who played Li Yongqi in the Taking Tiger Mountain by Strategy?"

"Who? What? Let me see?"

Hearing the name, Li Qingfeng looked up and followed the direction Hu Jiabao pointed, and indeed found a waiter who looked somewhat similar to Lu Weijiang.

After carefully identifying it, Li Qingfeng shook his head and said uncertainly: "It looks like him, but I'm not sure if it's him. After all, it's been many years since I last watched Taking Tiger Mountain by Strategy in Shanghai."

Hu Jiabao stared at the other person's profile for a long time, not sure whether the other person was the art master he knew.

Out of curiosity, Hu Jiabao stretched out his hand, indicating that he wanted to order food.

"Hello, sir and madam, what would you like to order?" Lu Weijiang wiped his hands on his apron, walked over with the menu, and said respectfully.

Hearing the familiar accent, Hu Jiabao carefully looked at the man's face from a close distance. He was silent for a long time before he sighed and said, "Master Lu, do you regret the decision you made back then?"

Hearing Hu Jiabao's words, Lu Weijiang's face changed drastically. He bowed his head in shame and waved his hands to deny: "Madam, you have recognized the wrong person. My last name is not Lu, and I am not a master."

"When I was little, my parents often took me to the Shanghai Peking Opera Theater to watch your performances. During my winter and summer vacations at university, I would go to watch your performances a few times every time I went home. After so many years, I still recognize your face."

Lu Weijiang felt even more ashamed. If it weren't for work, he would have wanted to turn around and leave.

"You really got the wrong person, my last name is really not Lu"

Li Qingfeng on the side watched this scene with great interest. If Hu Jiabao did not recognize the wrong person and the person in front of him was really Lu Weijiang, it would be a lot of fun.

When Hu Jiabao asked whether there was any regret, he was referring to the event that happened in 1988, when more than 30 actors from the Taking Tiger Mountain by Strategy crew came to the United States to take part in a commercial performance, representing Peking Opera to promote traditional Chinese culture.

Their performance was a huge success in America, but what no one expected was that after the performance, the troupe members claimed that they wanted to promote traditional Chinese culture in the West, hoping that through long-term performances and teaching activities, more Westerners would understand and appreciate Peking Opera art.

Therefore, they all abandoned their wives and children and stayed in America, cutting off all contact with their home country. Only the tour guide who brought them to America returned home alone and dejectedly.

The collective study-in-the-US incident not only became a laughing stock internationally, but also caused an uproar in China. The topic remained hot, and newspapers criticized them for more than a month.

Seeing that Hu Jiabao wanted to persuade him again, Li Qingfeng reached out and pulled the corner of Hu Jiabao's clothes.

With Hu Jiabao's puzzled gaze, he took out his wallet from his pocket, took out a twenty-dollar bill and put it on the table in front of Lu Weijiang: "It's no use denying it, please tell the truth."

He looked at the twenty dollars in front of him, and then looked at Li Qingfeng who was looking at him with a smile.

Lu Weijiang gritted his teeth, quickly picked up the money, held it in his hand, nodded, and admitted that he was the artist Lu Weijiang.

Seeing that the other party had given up resistance under the onslaught of banknotes, Li Qingfeng smiled and signaled Hu Jiabao that he could continue asking questions.

Looking at Lu Weijiang's performance, Hu Jiabao sighed deeply and shook his head slowly, indicating that he didn't want to ask any more questions.

Li Qingfeng shrugged and waved his hand, indicating that Lu Weijiang could leave.

Holding the money, Lu Weijiang bowed slightly and walked towards the kitchen with the menu in his hand.

Halfway through the walk, Lu Weijiang turned back and looked at Li Qingfeng and asked carefully, "Comrade, I want to ask you, are you going back to China?" "Of course we are going back. My family came to America to travel and we are going to go back in the next two days. What's the matter? Is there anything?"

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm just asking, just asking, then you and your family can eat first, I won't disturb you anymore"

Looking at Lu Weijiang's back, Hu Jiabao said with emotion: "Alas, things are unpredictable. I never thought that Master Lu would become like this. He used to be the mainstay of the Magic City Peking Opera Theater and sang very well."

"Mom, what is a pillar?" Fifteen, who was still young and didn't understand many things, raised his head and asked innocently.

Chuyi curled his lips and said: "You are so stupid, you don't even know what the pillar of the family means. The pillar of the family is the backbone of the family. Our father is the pillar of our family."

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For a moment, Li Qingfeng didn't know whether Chuyi's explanation about the pillars of the stage was right or wrong.

If you say she is wrong, it seems to be the case. But if you say she is right, I always feel that something is wrong.

"Children should not interrupt when adults are talking"

Hu Jiabao was in a depressed mood and didn't have the energy to explain to the two children. He just ate rice in a disjointed manner, and no one knew what he was thinking about.

After lunch, Sun Aidang went to pay the bill, while Li Qingfeng and his family held hands and planned to continue strolling in Chinatown.

Not long after I walked out of the restaurant, I heard someone calling me from behind.

When I turned around, I saw Lu Weijiang, who had just parted in the hotel, running towards me in a hurry.

He made a gesture to Sun Aidang and others who were about to stop him, indicating that there was no need to stop him and just let him come over.

"Mr. Lu, is there something you're catching up with?" Li Qingfeng asked curiously as he looked at Lu Weijiang who had caught up with him.

After taking a look at Li Qingfeng, Lu Weijiang smiled but did not answer. Instead, he took out an envelope from his pocket somewhat awkwardly and handed it to Hu Jiabao nervously.

Hu Jiabao did not reach out to take it, but looked at Lu Weijiang, waiting for his explanation.

"Comrade, I want to trouble you for something. Is this okay with you?"

"Let's talk about it first"

"This contains my salary from last month. I would like to ask you to send the money to my family after you return home. My wife and I have three children to take care of and my parents. Prices in China have been rising, and life must be difficult."

Without waiting for the other party to finish his words, Qingfeng Li snorted coldly, pulled Hu Jiabao and turned away.

Lu Weijiang wanted to persuade him to stay, but before he could open his mouth, Sun Aidang covered his mouth tightly.

Only after Li Qingfeng walked away did Sun Aidang stop covering the other person's mouth.

"Get lost! You still know that your wife and children are in trouble at home? Who was it that abandoned your parents, wife and children without hesitation in pursuit of a better life? Do you remember it now? What were you doing before?"

"It's really fucking true that bitches are heartless and actors are disloyal. I get angry when I see you. Get out of here while I can still control my fists, or you'll get beaten up."

As he spoke, Sun Aidang rolled up his sleeves, clenched his right fist, and looked like he was going to hit someone. Lu Weijiang was so scared that he didn't dare to say a word and quickly ran back to the restaurant where he worked.

After walking a distance, Hu Jiabao let go of Li Qingfeng's hand and asked in confusion: "What's wrong with you? Why are you so angry when Lu Weijiang asked me to help send some money to his family just now?"

"Why else? I don't want to bother with this scumbag." Li Qingfeng said angrily: "They all stayed in America. I can understand that they want to drink and eat meat every day and live in a luxury house in pursuit of a better life. There is nothing wrong with this and it is human nature. I won't pick on him on this matter."

"But he didn't care that there were three hungry children at home. His elderly parents, two of whom gave birth to him and three of whom he gave birth to, just ignored him and left this mess to his wife to take care of while he pursued a better life. Do you think he is still a human being?"

"I want to give compensation to my family, but they are so stingy and only willing to give me one month's salary. It's really infuriating."

After all, there was a filter of childhood. Although Hu Jiabao was also angry about Lu Weijiang's actions, he still helped to explain: "Well, I think his life doesn't seem to be very good. Is it possible that he just got an advance payment from his company for that month's salary?"

"Impossible. In America, except for large companies, everyone pays on a weekly basis. The advance on salary is also one week's advance. How could we give him a month's salary in advance?" Li Qingfeng shook his head, denying Hu Jiabao's guess.

"Hey, after hearing what you said, his position in my heart has completely fallen to the bottom."

“Whether you are watching a play or a TV series, don’t use the character’s image to infer the actor’s personality. Sometimes the character and the actor are opposite.”

"Don't mention him anymore. It affects my mood. It's our last day in America. Let's go shopping as a family and stop talking about these bad things."

"get it"

In the afternoon, Li Qingfeng and his family went on a shopping spree in downtown San Francisco. Sun Aidang and his four bodyguards turned into ruthless bag-carrying machines, with all kinds of bags hanging on their arms.

In the evening, he invited Wu Simin and a group of senior executives of the company to have a meal together. This trip to the United States ended successfully. The company booked a first-class flight to Shanghai tomorrow morning. Li Qingfeng and his family went back to pack various gifts to bring back to China.

After packing up four large boxes, Qingfeng Li said, "Is there anything else you haven't bought? I'll buy everything at once while I still have time tomorrow morning. After all, this is my last visit to America, and I probably won't have the chance to buy more in the future."

"No. What do you mean?" Hu Jiabao was stunned, stopped what he was doing, and asked in confusion: "What do you mean there will be no chance to come to America in the future?"

Qingfeng Li shrugged and said casually, "It means literally, our family probably won't be able to come to America easily in the future."

"Why"

"Because your man is planning to do something big in the next few years. If it succeeds, if I come to America in the future, given the nature of Americans, they will most likely lock me up on trumped-up charges."

"Hiss~ So serious?"

"certainly"

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The next afternoon, Qingfeng Li and his family, carrying large and small bags, boarded a plane to Shanghai with a farewell from the American branch.

This trip to America, which lasted for more than a month, has finally come to an end. (End of this chapter)