Reborn in the red age

"Dad, I don't want to go back home, I want to play at home"

On the plane to his hometown, Chuyi got down from his seat and pulled Li Qingfeng's arm to act coquettishly.

Putting down the book "Wings of China" in his hand, Li Qingfeng pinched Chuyi's chubby little face and said, "Grandpa and grandma miss you, Chuyi. If grandpa and grandma can't see you, they will be sad. Do you want to make grandpa and grandma sad?"

"I don't want to," Chuyi shook his head, and then said shyly: "But brother Mingyuan said he would play with me during the summer vacation. If I go back to my hometown, I won't be able to see brother Mingyuan anymore."

Looking at the shy Chuyi, Li Qingfeng just found it funny: "Didn't you tell me last time that you liked Dawei the most? Did you want Dawei to play with you? Why did you become Mingyuan today?"

"Brother Dawei likes it too, but I like Brother Mingyuan the most now."

"Last time you told me that you liked Brother Dawei and abandoned Brother Youfu who played with you, you said the same thing. You little girl get tired of the old and love the new very quickly."

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"Forget it, I don't like my brothers anymore, I like my grandparents"

Fifteen, who was standing next to him, looked at this scene and sighed deeply. His little head was filled with melancholy and he was full of resentment towards his biased father.

My elder sister likes older brothers, so she found so many older brothers to play with her. I also said that I wanted to play with the beautiful older sisters like my elder sister, but you told me to get out of the way.

Since Hu Jiabao had to work in the hospital during the summer vacation, he was not invited to go home to visit his relatives this time. The two children were taken by Li Qingfeng to Dongming to visit their grandparents first, and then to Gusu to visit their grandparents.

"Miss, can you give me a glass of Moutai?"

After the plane had been flying smoothly for a while, a dark-faced middle-aged man in a suit sitting next to me stopped a passing flight attendant and asked for a glass of Moutai.

"I'm sorry, sir, the policy of providing free Moutai was cancelled three years ago. There is no Moutai on the plane now."

"Oh, so, don't we have Hua Zi? Pack some Hua Zi for me."

“This one has been cancelled too.”

After asking for it twice, the dark-faced middle-aged man felt a little embarrassed. He rubbed his rough big hands on his trousers for a few times, thanked the flight attendant, and then sat down again properly.

Li Qingfeng just glanced at the movement here and then looked away.

Since the country abolished the requirement of having a letter of introduction to buy air tickets last month, ordinary citizens can buy air tickets by simply showing their ID cards and other valid documents, and air travel is gradually no longer a privilege for a few people.

This dark-faced man in a suit should be the farmer-entrepreneur mentioned in the newspaper. It was his first time to fly and he didn’t know the specific situation on the plane.

"Humph, you country bumpkin, what's wrong with the civil aviation industry? How can anyone get on a plane? Do they have a work unit? Do they have a letter of introduction or a certificate that allows them to enjoy the conditions of the flight?"

"They want to eat and drink right after they get on board. What do they think this is? A restaurant on the street? They want to eat their plane tickets back with the free food and drinks? It is because of people like this that the supply of local specialties on the plane has been cancelled."

I thought it was just a small episode. When I was re-watching "Wings of China" to learn about the history of domestic aviation, two sarcastic voices rang out.

The cabin, which was a little noisy just now, became quiet instantly after the two voices were heard, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

The privileged class naturally agreed with the two men's agreement. In the past, only people like them with a certain status could take airplanes, which gave them a sense of superiority.

Now that airplanes are open to ordinary people, their long-standing sense of superiority has been shattered, especially those peasants who made their fortunes through speculation and profiteering who are now on airplanes.

The privileged class looks down on them from the bottom of their hearts, believing that their identities and status do not match and they should not appear in the same space.

When the black-faced man heard the ridicule from the two men, a trace of anger flashed across his face. He opened his mouth, but still endured it.

It's obvious from the looks of these two guys that they are not ordinary people. The thousand-year-old adage that the people should not fight against the officials has been deeply rooted in the minds of the Chinese people.

A small businessman who came from a peasant family and made his fortune by keeping abreast of the pulse of the times has a deep understanding of this.

The atmosphere in the cabin was still somewhat tense, and other passengers watched the scene silently. No one wanted to get involved and bring themselves unnecessary trouble.

The two people who had made the mockery saw that the black-faced man did not respond, and a hint of smugness appeared on their faces. They continued to mock him sarcastically: "If you ask me, you should report it to the higher-ups when you go back and restore the previous level restrictions. Anyone can get on the plane casually. How can this be tolerated?"

"What Director Yang said makes sense. People like this should all be kicked out. How can we guarantee our safety if they come in?" The subordinates on the side quickly agreed.

The two people sang the same ridicule, and Qingfeng Li couldn't bear it anymore. He put down the magazine, sneered at the person who came, and directly confronted him:

"How shameless! Kick him out? What qualifications do you have to make irresponsible comments? He bought his plane ticket with his own money. What about you two? Did you pay for the plane tickets out of your own pockets?"

"Times have changed. Everyone is equal. Why are you still using class privileges here? What do you think this is? Is it your factory? You are the high and mighty factory director, and yet others are not eligible to fly on an airplane? How can you be so controlling? If you want to use privileges, go back to your factory."

"Where did this stink bug come from? What does it have to do with you?" Director Yang glanced at Li Qingfeng and said dissatisfiedly.

"I am just an unknown person. I cannot bear to see two bastards bullying others in a sarcastic way. I stand up and say a few fair words."

"Who the hell are you calling a bastard?"

"Call you a bastard"

"I'm going to fuck you"

Director Yang is already old, and he cannot stand being pointed at and scolded. He was so angry that he was gasping for breath and was about to unbuckle his seat belt.

However, before he could stand up, Sun Aidang, who had already stood up, pressed his forehead and pushed him back down.

The subordinate nearby saw his leader being beaten and was about to help, but was glared at by Wang Hu's murderous eyes and was so scared that he fell back down.

The passengers who had been silent just now saw that a fight was about to break out and rushed forward to stop it.

After all, we are on a plane and everyone's life is at stake. If a part of the plane is broken, won't everyone be doomed?

"Hey, hey, hey, gentlemen, this is an airplane, no fighting allowed"

The huge commotion here attracted the attention of the flight attendant, who hurried over to mediate. Sun Aidang and the other man ignored the flight attendant and looked at Li Qingfeng instead.

After seeing Li Qingfeng nod, he released his right hand that was pressing on the other person's forehead. When he went back, he left a vicious message: "When my boss is talking to you, speak nicely and don't think about hitting him. If you dare to hit him again, I will slap you in the face next time I hit you again."

"What kind of quality is this? What kind of quality is this? Comrade flight attendant, look, how can such a thug get on the plane? Where are the police? Quickly ask the police on the plane to arrest him."

Director Yang was timid before the flight attendant arrived and didn't dare to say a word to Sun Aidang. But in front of the flight attendant, he attacked with all his might and shouted that he wanted to arrest Li Qingfeng and the others.

Looking at this guy, Li Qingfeng was about to speak when Chuyi jumped out and said, "My father is a good man, you old bastard are the bully."

Listening to his daughter's full-throated scolding, Qingfeng Li's mouth twitched. Although it was not nice for a little girl to scold others, she was defending herself after all. It was not in vain that he loved this child.

Glancing at the indifferent Fifteen next to him, Li Qingfeng became angrier and angrier, and in his mind he was considering the possibility of building a small account for training.

"Hey, it's true that the son of a mouse can dig holes. He can curse at such a young age. He won't be a good person when he grows up."

What you said is really rude. She is just a ten-year-old girl, and you are cursing her like that.

Most people in the carriage showed contemptuous expressions, and even the flight attendant who came to mediate the fight frowned.

Li Qingfeng stopped Chuyi who was about to argue with Director Yang, and turned Chuyi and Shiwu's heads away.

He covered the ears of the first child, and then asked the first child to cover the ears of the fifteenth child.

After making sure that the two children couldn't hear him, he whispered, "Love the party, and slap them in the face in the past."

"Yes"

Sun Aidang, who had been unable to hold back any longer, pushed away the flight attendant who was blocking his way, and in front of Director Yang's horrified gaze, slapped Director Yang twice on the face, leaving his mouth full of blood.

After being slapped twice, Director Yang was furious. His hands were shaking as he pointed at Qingfeng Li: "You, you, conductor, conductor, I want to call the police!"

"You've never been on a plane, you bumpkin? You thought you were on a train? Where are the police on the plane? There are only security guards, and they don't have the power to enforce the law. You can only call the police after we land."

Li Qingfeng looked at the other person with disdain and responded to what Director Yang had said before, scolding the dark-faced middle-aged man.

"You, you, you..." Being mocked by Qingfeng Li again, Director Yang was so angry that he almost smoked. He turned around and shouted at the flight attendant: "Call your security officer!"

The female flight attendant looked at a young male passenger not far away. The male passenger met the flight attendant's gaze and shook his head, indicating that he did not want to participate.

Seeing that the security officer was unwilling to take care of it, the female flight attendant was too lazy to care about this trivial matter: "I'm sorry, our flight does not have a security officer. If you want to call the police, you can contact the ground police after the plane arrives."

"I you."

"Old man, sit down quickly. Didn't I tell you that if you want the police to arrest me, you have to wait until you get off the plane. No one wants to see you jumping up and down like a monkey right now. Don't perform on the plane. No one will give you any tips."

Li Qingfeng's ridicule caused laughter in the cabin, and everyone looked at Director Yang with a look of ridicule.

Being stared at by everyone like a monkey, Director Yang reluctantly sat back down.

The vicious gaze was fixed on Li Qingfeng. If looks could kill, Li Qingfeng would have died eight or ten times over by now.

"Well, comrade, thank you for what you did just now. You are helping me. When we get off the plane, I will help you explain the situation to the police station."

After the cabin quieted down, the dark-faced middle-aged man who had been ridiculed just now left his seat, came to Li Qingfeng's seat and spoke sincerely.

Looking at the honest middle-aged man, Li Qingfeng shrugged his shoulders and said, "Comrade, it has nothing to do with you. I just can't stand those two bastards bullying people. After you get off the plane, don't worry about me. Just do your own thing."

The black-faced man got anxious: "How can that be possible? If I leave, what will happen?"

"Don't worry about me. It's even more inconvenient for me when you're around. Just mind your own business."

"That's okay"

During the second half of the flight, Director Yang kept staring at Li Qingfeng, as if he was afraid that he would jump out of the plane and escape.

The plane finally arrived at the station, and before the plane landed, Director Yang said bitterly: "Boy, don't run away, I will send you to the police station today."

"Haha, waiting."

Li Qingfeng shrugged his shoulders, not paying any attention to Director Yang's threats. At the reminder of the flight attendant, he took the two children off the plane.

After getting off the plane, Director Yang ordered his subordinates to call the police, while he himself followed closely behind Li Qingfeng and his group.

Looking at the tail behind him, Li Qingfeng winked at Sun Aidang.

Sun Aidang nodded in understanding and stopped at the corner next to the toilet. When Director Yang caught up with him, he covered his mouth and dragged him into the toilet.

"Brother, it's done. I stuffed his socks into the old man's mouth and tied his hands and feet with his shoelaces. He definitely can't keep up."

"You didn't do it?"

"No, I didn't slap him once."

"That's fine, get in the car and go."

"okay"

There is no surveillance and no real-name authentication now. Who would be so stupid as to wait for the police to come? Wouldn’t it be better to just leave?

Even if Director Yang later recognized Qingfeng Li on TV, so what? Would the police arrest Qingfeng Li just because he was slapped twice? (End of this chapter)