Reborn in the red age

May eleventh.

The domestic mainstream media used the front page to report the shocking price of the domestically produced YD9100 mobile phone, and also described the news of a sharp drop in the prices of electronic products on Zhongguancun Electronic Street in Beijing that day.

As for Motorola's price cuts, the media also described them at great length.

Media reporters borrowed the image of a Western story and likened Jiyang Intelligent Communication, which produces the YD9100, and Li Shihe to young dragon slayers who stepped forward with swords.

The evil dragon in the story is, of course, Motorola.

After reading the news in today's newspaper, Dax was so angry that he smashed several cups.

Wu Qingyun, who was standing aside, was so frightened that he shrank into the corner trembling with fear.

After a month of contact, Chen Defa had already distributed 10,000 domestically produced mobile phones to major cities in the country.

At nine o'clock in the morning, all domestic mobile phones were put on the shelves and officially went on sale at a price of 5,800 yuan.

Chen Defa and his cousin Chen Debiao, each with a few younger brothers, traveled back and forth between Shanghai and the Special Administrative Region to ensure that no dealers raised prices illegally and disrupted Li Qingfeng's pricing system.

Although Chinese people have begun to blindly worship foreign products, believing that foreign products are good and should be sold at such high prices, they still have no resistance to the ultimate cost-effectiveness of domestic products.

The domestically produced mobile phone achieved good sales results on the day of its release, with a total of 1,300 units sold nationwide that day.

In 1993, the average monthly salary was yuan, and a mobile phone cost yuan. Selling yuan a day was not a small amount. How many people in the country could afford it?
"Your mobile phones are selling very well. A colleague from my school went to try to get one, but there were too many people at the scene and he didn't get one. He had to ask me for help. Do you have one? I'll bring one to my colleague tomorrow."

In the evening, Hu Jiabao came back from get off work, took Li Qingfeng's arm and smiled as she told him that a colleague from school had asked her to help buy a mobile phone.

Li Qingfeng, who was helping the first graders with their homework, heard what Hu Jiabao said and immediately pretended to be displeased and said, "Comrade Hu Jiabao, I have to criticize you for this. Using backdoors and relying on connections is not the style of a high-level intellectual. How can a university teacher do these crooked things?"

Facing Li Qingfeng, who was upright and angrily denounced unhealthy tendencies, Hu Jiabao rolled his eyes almost to the sky.

"You are upright, you are selfless, you don't do anything crooked, so what are you doing now? You are helping your daughter with her homework to fool the teacher, and you still have the nerve to criticize me."

"Haha, just kidding, just kidding. My daughter can't do the math problems in the first grade of junior high school. She has come to me for help. As an old father, I can't just ignore it. Don't worry, it's only math homework. I let her do the other subjects by herself."

"Just spoil her and do all her homework for her. I wonder if you can take the college entrance examination for your daughter when she is in the first year of junior high school."

Li Qingfeng shrugged and said with a smile: "No, no, with your daughter's academic performance, if she didn't have nine years of professional education, it would be difficult for her to pass the junior high school entrance examination. The college entrance examination is not something that your daughter would have the chance to pass."

Thinking of his daughter's grades which had always been at the bottom of the list, Hu Jiabao felt so angry that his chest ached, and the good mood he had when he first entered the door disappeared without a trace.

He angrily snatched the math homework from Li Qingfeng, went to Chuyi's room, and kicked out Shiwu, who was doing Chinese homework for Chuyi.

As the door closed, the sound of Hu Jiabao scolding the child angrily could be heard from inside the room, leaving the father and son staring at each other in the living room.

Li Qingfeng: "Who asked you to do your sister's homework?"

Fifteen: "My sister"

"You wrote it if she asked you to?"

“If I don’t write, my sister will beat me”

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Hu Jiabao stayed in the room for half an hour, and only came out after hearing Chuyi's crying.

Hu Jiabao, who had just scolded Chuyi and made him cry, was still not satisfied. He dragged Shiwu to Li Qingfeng's study and scolded the father and son who were doing Chuyi's homework for him. Only then did he vent his anger.

Looking at Hu Jiabao who had calmed down, Li Qingfeng said awkwardly, "By the way, I just called He Guangqin and he sent the mobile phones over right now. How many did your colleague want?"

"Two"

Hu Jiabao glanced at Li Qingfeng unhappily, picked up the wronged Fifteen, and went back to his room to comfort her.

Seeing Hu Jiabao enter Fifteen's room, Li Qingfeng tiptoed into Chuyi's room.

As soon as I entered, Chuyi, who was lying on the bed, quickly hid the things in his hands under the quilt, covered his face with his little hands, and made whimpering sounds from his mouth.

Looking at Chuyi's poor acting skills, Li Qingfeng curled his lips and slapped Chuyi on the butt: "Okay, stop pretending, I'm your father"

Chuyi's sobbing stopped abruptly when he heard Li Qingfeng's voice. He stretched out his hands that were covering his face and took out the comic book from under the quilt with dissatisfaction.

While reading the comics, he angrily asked: "Dad, why didn't you come in and help me when Mom was yelling at me just now?"

"What? You want me to come in and be scolded by your mother? Your mother just told me not to let me help you with your homework anymore. You have to do your own homework from now on."

"Hmph, if you don't want to write it, then don't write it. I'll figure out my own homework in the future." Chuyi turned her head away proudly, expressing her disdain for Hu Jiabao.

Looking at Chuyi's nonchalant look, Qingfeng Li narrowed his eyes.

Based on Li Qingfeng's understanding of his daughter, Chuyi shouldn't have this expression at this moment!

Feeling the stubble on his chin, Qingfeng Li had a guess in his mind and asked uncertainly, "Are you planning to pay your classmates to do your homework for you?"

"No, no, how could that be? I'm not that kind of person. Dad, you misunderstood me." When Chuyi said this, his eyes rolled around and his face looked very guilty.

The little girl was at an age where she couldn't keep secrets any more. Everything was written on her face. How could she possibly hide it from an old fox like Qingfeng Li?

He squinted his eyes and stared at Chuyi for a long time, until he realized that Chuyi's eyes were vague and he dared not look at him.

After patting his daughter's little head, Li Qingfeng did not expose her. He earnestly told the first grader not to bully her classmates, then left the room.

In the evening, when He Guangqin came to deliver the mobile phone, Chuyi, who had been hiding in the house, jumped out immediately after hearing He Guangqin's voice. He enthusiastically pulled He Guangqin to sit down, and offered him fruits and Coke, which made Li Qingfeng frown.

Hu Jiabao pushed Li Qingfeng, who was frowning as he watched the scene. "As the saying goes, you can tell a child's future from the age of three and his character from the age of seven. Is your daughter a bit of a fangirl?"

"Not just a little bit, I'm a complete fangirl," Qingfeng Li said solemnly, frowning.

Looking at the enthusiastic Chuyi again, Hu Jiabao nodded in agreement and said with concern: "What should we do? If she grows up, won't she be easily deceived by men?" Listening to Hu Jiabao's words, Li Qingfeng somehow suddenly had a picture in his mind of Chuyi growing up and sitting on Huangmao's motorcycle.

No, yellow-haired is a term used by those born in the 1990s. According to the age of the first grade of junior high school, they officially entered the beginning of the 21st century when they were 18 years old, which happened to be the origin period of the non-mainstream.

Therefore, the person riding the motorcycle should not be the blond one, but a member of the first generation of the Funeral Family with colorfully dyed and very flowing hair.

Thinking of that scene, Qingfeng Li couldn't help but shudder. It was too scary.

"No, I have to cure my first-grade love affair."

"How can this be cured?"

"let me see"

Qingfeng Li stroked his chin and fell into deep thought.

At night, Li Qingfeng did not sleep all night. He spent the whole night thinking about how to change his love-crazy habit in the first grade of junior high school.

The next day, when Hu Jiabao woke up, he was startled by Li Qingfeng, who had his eyes open, dark circles under his eyes, and a listless expression. He frowned and asked uncertainly, "You didn't sleep all night, did you?"

"I haven't slept yet. I'm thinking about how to cure my love-crazy illness in the first grade."

"Don't think about it. Chuyi is so smart. How could she be fooled so easily? With her clever little head, she can almost fool others. Besides, being a flower maniac is not a disease. How can it be cured? Can you replace Chuyi's brain?"

Changing his mind, this incident reminded Li Qingfeng, who suddenly sat up from the bed and slapped his thigh fiercely: "Yes, let's find a psychologist and ask him if there is any solution."

“You are really sick”

Li Qingfeng acted immediately. Regardless of the fact that his body was about to enter middle age, with dark circles under his eyes from not sleeping all night, he went straight to the mental hospital with his driver and secretary who came early in the morning.

These days people don’t pay much attention to psychological problems. There are no private psychologists, and if you want to receive treatment, you have to go to a mental hospital.

On the road, both Sun Aidan, who was driving, and He Guangqin, the secretary sitting in the passenger seat, had complicated expressions on their faces, and from time to time they looked through the rearview mirror at the listless Li Qingfeng sitting in the back seat.

"Hey, brother, what are you doing in the mental hospital? Do you have any relatives there?"

When they were about to arrive at the mental hospital, Sun Aidang, who was loyal to Qingfeng Li, couldn't help but speak.

"No, I don't have any relatives in a mental hospital. I just went there to consult a doctor about something." Li Qingfeng did not hide such a small matter and answered casually.

"Hey, brother, did you have a nightmare last night? I don't think there's any need to see a psychiatrist. They're useless. They talk about this disease or that disease. When I came down from the battlefield, they said I had some stupid mental illness. You see, I've been fine for all these years, just having nightmares from time to time at night."

When He Guangqin saw Sun Aidang speaking, he also agreed: "Yes, Teacher Li, domestic research in the field of psychology is very weak, and the misdiagnosis rate is particularly high. If it is just a nightmare, I suggest you find a master to see it first. If that doesn't work, then ask a foreign psychologist."

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Li Qingfeng was speechless towards these two talented people. He was too lazy to explain this to them. He turned his head to look out the window and ignored them.

Seeing that Li Qingfeng ignored them, the two looked at each other, not daring to continue asking, but just looking at the road ahead with different expressions.

Arriving at the largest mental hospital in the city, the old security guard at the door saw a luxury Mercedes-Benz approaching and hurriedly opened the other half of the door without waiting for the car to get closer.

When passing by the guardhouse, Li Qingfeng asked Sun Aidang to stop, lowered the car window, handed over a pack of Chinese cigarettes, and asked the old man with a smile who the best doctor in the hospital was.

After receiving the good cigarettes, the old man naturally tried his best to answer Li Qingfeng's question: "Boss, you've asked the right person. I've worked in this hospital for more than 40 years. I know which doctor has the best medical skills. The best doctor in the past was Hou Lude, and now the best doctor is Doctor Hou's son, Hou Qidong."

"The medical skills of these two doctors are so high that no matter how serious the patient is, they can cure him perfectly."

After thanking the security guard, Li Qingfeng went straight to Doctor Hou Qidong on the second floor according to the information he got from the security guard.

When he stood at the door of the consultation room, there were patients receiving medical treatment inside. Li Qingfeng did not disturb them and sat on the bench at the door, quietly waiting for the treatment to be over.

"Oh, the patient's condition is very serious. Why did you, the family members, take so long to bring him here?"

"Oh, the patient is very aggressive. Xiao Wang, come on, help me hold the patient down while I give him a shot of Valium."

"Okay, let's go get hospitalized."

"Xiao Wang, please remember that this patient's condition is very serious. He should be given more tranquilizers while in the hospital."

The door of the clinic was not closed tightly, and the conversation inside could be clearly heard by Qingfeng Li.

The more he listened to the doctor's words, the weirder Qingfeng Li's expression became.

So it turns out that the old man at the door was right, as he said, the cure was entirely thanks to the tranquilizers he gave the patient!

After the patient, who was lying limply on a stretcher and pushed away by the nurse, left, Li Qingfeng hesitated for a moment. Based on the principle of being here anyway, he decided to go in and see this seemingly unreliable psychologist.

Hou Qidong looked at the three men who came in. Seeing that their expressions were normal and none of them looked stupid, he couldn't help but ask, "Three of you, isn't the patient here yet?"

Li Qingfeng shook his head: "No, I just came to consult you today"

"Is that so? Okay, you sit down first and tell me about your condition. I'll take a look at what's going on."

Li Qingfeng felt a little awkward listening to what Doctor Hou said, but he did not refute it. He sat on the stool in front of the table, talked about Chuyi's situation, briefly expressed his concerns, and asked if the other party had any way to treat nymphomania.

After listening to Li Qingfeng's story, Hou Qidong looked Li Qingfeng up and down and slowly shook his head: "Comrade, your condition is very serious. According to my experience, you have severe delusions. I suggest that you be hospitalized and receive treatment from our doctors."

"????"

"Me? Paranoia? I need to be hospitalized. No, do you know how to treat a disease?"

"Comrade, your condition is in urgent need of medical attention, and you are showing signs of hurting others."

"Xiao Wang, prepare to settle down" (End of this chapter)