Reborn in the red age

Putting away the disappointment on his face, Qian Xiaotao touched Fifteen's head, praised the child for being so adorable, and then turned his gaze to Li Qingfeng.

He took a look at Li Qingfeng's clothes and saw that he couldn't tell the brand of the clothes he was wearing, and it wasn't the most popular Montblanc in China. He subconsciously adjusted his fifty-dollar brand tie.

He wanted to lecture Li Qingfeng in a sarcastic tone, but when he saw the Blancpain on Li Qingfeng's wrist, his pupils shrank slightly.

With a kind expression on his face, he smiled and extended his right hand to Qingfeng Li: "Hello, sir, what industry are you currently working in?"

Hu Jiabao did not introduce Li Qingfeng's name to Qian Xiaotao, and Qian Xiaotao did not know who Li Qingfeng was, so he chose to use "Mr." instead.

"Oh, I'm an unemployed vagrant. I'm currently taking care of the children at home and relying on Jiabao's salary to support me." Li Qingfeng shook hands with the other party briefly and told a little lie.

Qian Xiaotao was slightly startled, obviously not expecting Li Qingfeng to give such an answer. His smile froze on his face and he smiled awkwardly: "Haha, sir, you are joking. Judging from your demeanor and the Blancpain watch on your wrist, you don't look like a vagrant."

"How can I, a gigolo, afford a real watch? I bought this watch at a street stall at a huge cost. It cost me three hundred yuan in total, which is one month's salary of Jiabao. In order to buy this watch, my family even ate boiled cabbage for a month."

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Qian Xiaotao really didn't know how to respond now. He cursed Li Qingfeng in his heart, "What the hell is this guy who spent a month's salary on this?" There are so many fake Rolex watches in the mainland these days. How many people in China know the Blancpain brand?
Knowing that Li Qingfeng didn't want to answer him, Qian Xiaotao smiled awkwardly and turned around to continue chatting with Hu Jiabao.

At this moment, Hu Jiabao could hardly suppress the smile on his face. He had no time to chat with this old classmate whom he hadn't seen for a long time. He politely declined Qian Xiaotao's idea of ​​leaving contact information and quickly left the restaurant with the talking nonsense Li Qingfeng.

"Oh, Li Laosan, you just made me laugh to death. You can really say that a gigolo, a vagrant, has been eating cabbage for a month." As soon as Ma Wenhui left the western restaurant, she couldn't help but hold Li Qingfeng's shoulders and laughed.

Hu Jiabao also chuckled: "You just went too far. How can you say that about yourself?"

"Just kidding"

Li Qingfeng shrugged nonchalantly, picked up Fifteen and walked towards the parking lot.

There were two children in the car, and the three of them would not talk nonsense in front of the children. On the way back, the three of them consciously did not mention what had just happened in the restaurant.

When they arrived at the downstairs of the family compound, Li Qingfeng asked Hu Jiabao to take the two children upstairs first, and then stopped Ma Wenhui who was about to drive away in his own car.

Leaning against the door frame of Ma Wenhui's Mercedes-Benz, he smiled and said, "Tell me, just now in the restaurant, when you heard Qian Xiaotao's name, you winked at me. Do you know something?"

"What do you mean I know something? Go ask your wife. She is the person involved, she must know everything."

"Flying Chi Automobile Factory recently wants to discuss the introduction of a technology from Europe. This business trip will take about half a year. Yapeng has called me several times to apply for the opportunity to lead the team there personally. I think I should seriously consider it now."

Ma Wenhui glared at Li Qingfeng fiercely: "How shameless!"

Li Qingfeng scratched his ears and said, "Why don't you tell me now? After all, you don't want to not see Yapeng for half a year, do you?"

After weighing the pros and cons between her best friend's secret and her husband, Ma Wenhui decided that not seeing her husband for half a year was more important.

After thinking it through, Ma Wenhui sold Hu Jiabao without hesitation.

"Oh, it's just as you guessed. Qian Xiaotao was interested in Jiabao. In the second year of your study abroad, he wrote a love letter to Jiabao. That's all."

Li Qingfeng stroked his chin and asked doubtfully, "That's not right. When I was in school, I almost went to the medical school every day. Shouldn't everyone in their school know that Hu Jiabao is already in love? Qian Xiaotao is obviously a smart guy, so why would he confess his love to Hu Jiabao?"

"Brother, you were studying abroad at that time. If one of the spouses goes abroad, it is automatically considered a divorce, not to mention that you were just dating at the time."

"That's all?"

“That’s all.”

Li Qingfeng smacked his lips, stopped trying to stop Ma Wenhui, opened the blocked car door, and let Ma Wenhui leave.

At night, when he heard the sound of water in the master bedroom bathroom stop, Li Qingfeng sat at the desk and pretended to pick up a collection of poems, waiting for Hu Jiabao to come out of the bathroom after taking a shower.

Hu Jiabao, who came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bathrobe, saw Li Qingfeng sitting with his legs crossed and reading a newspaper, and couldn't help but say, "Why are you pretending to be so busy so late at night?"

"What am I pretending?" Li Qingfeng asked in a calm tone without stopping reading.

"Pretending to be a literary young man who loves reading. Middle-aged."

"Nonsense, why do I act like an artistic youth just because I read this poetry collection?"

"Come on, we've been married for so many years, how could I not know your attitude towards modern poetry? Besides, besides Story Club, what other books have you read before going to bed at night?"

Li Qingfeng smacked his lips and tried to refute, but he couldn't find any reason.

After all, among all the books in his home, he had only read Story Club, and other books had never been favored by Qingfeng Li.

If Hu Jiabao hadn't taken a look at them occasionally, those books would still be new.

This is not Li Qingfeng's fault. After all, "Story Club" is really interesting and does not require any brainpower.

Unable to find a rebuttal, Li Qingfeng simply got straight to the point, put down the pretentious modern poetry collection, and asked coldly, "That fat guy named Qian, shouldn't you explain yourself?"

"Yes, it's really strange to say. I don't know what he has been through in America over the years. He was quite thin when he was in school, but now he's so fat." After hearing what Li Qingfeng said, Hu Jiabao stopped applying skin care products to his face and said with a frown.

Hu Jiabao's words made Li Qingfeng's mouth twitch. Okay, I was talking about the city gate tower and you were talking about the hip bone and elbow. Are they the same thing?
Noticing the change in Qingfeng Li's expression, Hu Jiabao turned his head and looked at Qingfeng Li with a smile: "Oh, are you really jealous? This happened so many years ago."

"What happened so many years ago? What happened?" Qingfeng Li started to play dumb.

"Didn't you ask Wen Hui downstairs just now? She knows everything about my school days. Didn't she tell you?"

"Humph, if I ask others, how can it be the same as you confessing it on your own initiative?"

"Oh, are you really jealous? That happened many years ago. There was nothing between him and me. We were just college classmates. I threw away the love letter he wrote without even reading it. I don't even know what was in it." Li Qingfeng frowned and said sourly, "What could it be? It's nothing more than quoting classics and writing some bullshit modern poems designed to deceive young girls."

Hu Jiabao walked over to Li Qingfeng, gently sat on his lap, stretched out his hand to gently smooth Li Qingfeng's frown, put his arm around his neck and said with a smile: "Brother, are you really jealous? No matter what he thinks, I only have you in my heart."

After being coaxed by Hu Jiabao, Li Qingfeng immediately softened, and he put his arms around Hu Jiabao's slender waist and put his face on her chest.

"It's almost time, go take a shower."

"Didn't we just pay our public grain yesterday? It's not time for the next public grain payment yet."

"You ate yesterday and you won't eat today? You weren't like this before you got married."

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As time slowly approached September, Li Qingfeng, who had agreed to support the conference, also started to get busy.

I didn't want to bother with Qian Xiaotao. After all, he was an insignificant figure. The only connection between him and Qingfeng Li was that he had written a love letter to Hu Jiabao. So many years had passed, there was nothing to pay attention to.

During this period, Li Qingfeng frequently attended various internal meetings in the name of a consultant. Sometimes he had to attend two or three meetings a day, listening to the leaders above giving long speeches on the arrangements for the meeting.

In addition to internal meetings, Li Qingfeng also had to attend drinking parties and evening parties organized by the organizer, and accompany the leaders to meet representatives from various companies who arrived early.

The few days before the meeting were really stressful for Qingfeng Li. After three interviews, one meeting, and two welcoming banquets in one day, Qingfeng Li simply quit.

It would be fine if he was the president of a multinational company, and it would be worth it for Li Qingfeng to meet him and have a drink with him.

However, apart from the companies that had business dealings with Li Qingfeng, most of the other representatives who came to attend the meeting for the sake of Lemon Company's reputation were middle-level managers of the company.

As for these so-called representatives, if they were in Lemon Company, they would not even be qualified to meet Qingfeng Li.

I have to entertain all kinds of people in this store. What do you think I, Qingfeng Li, am? A third-party escort?

Li Qingfeng dropped the offer. The organizer even sent someone to invite him, but they stopped after being scolded by Li Qingfeng.

Li Qingfeng was no longer required to come forward, but instead, senior executives sent by Lemon Company would accompany him.

Without the distraction of trivial matters, Li Qingfeng could calm down and prepare his speech for the meeting. After all, he was the man who stood up for this meeting. If he didn't say a few words on the stage, would it still be considered a standing up meeting?

The day before the meeting, in the office of the Lemon Company's Sijiucheng Office, Fang Wanzhen complained to Li Qingfeng: "Oh, I'm so exhausted during this period. My old waist finally made it to the end of the reception. The mainland is really good at holding meetings. They have to hold meetings for big and small matters."

Lemon Company expressed great support for this conference. Fang Wanzhen, as the company's absolute number two person, personally came to Sijiu City as a representative to attend the conference.

Fang Wanzhen is already over 50 years old this year. If calculated according to the current retirement age of female cadres in the mainland at the age of 55, Fang Wanzhen will be retiring in two years. Naturally, she cannot mentally sustain a meeting of this intensity.

Li Qingfeng had great respect for Fang Wanzhen, who had worked hard and made great contributions to the company. He quickly asked He Guangqin to go out and find a massage master to come and give Fang Wanzhen a massage.

"It's okay, Mr. Li, I can still hold on. I just feel a little uncomfortable. There's no need to make such a fuss." Fang Wanzhen quickly stopped He Guangqin who was about to go out and said with a smile.

Li Qingfeng signaled He Guangqin to do as he said. After He Guangqin left, he said with a smile, "Boss Fang, don't refuse this small matter of finding a massage master. It's just a small matter. Your health is the most important thing now. I still hope that you can work as the general manager for another ten years."

"Mr. Li, please forgive me. My grandson is about to be born, and I'm about to become a grandmother. What's the point of me occupying this position? While I can still do this for another two years, you should quickly choose a successor," Fang Wanzhen said sincerely, waving her hands repeatedly.

Looking at Fang Wanzhen's genuine eyes, Qingfeng Li frowned and began to think about the right person.

If possible, Qingfeng Li really didn't want Fang Wanzhen to retire so early.

Although the development of the company has always been planned by Li Qingfeng, Fang Wanzhen is just a tool and her position in the company is only equivalent to that of a general manager. Someone else can do the job just as well.

But after so many years, Li Qingfeng had already gotten used to using Fang Wanzhen and was really reluctant to replace her.

Seeing Li Qingfeng's frown, Fang Wanzhen hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively, "Boss Li, what do you think about the successor? Will you replace me after I retire or will you make other arrangements?"

"I haven't thought about this yet. Mr. Fang, do you have any talent to recommend?" Li Qingfeng asked with a smile after coming back to his senses.

"There are so many talented people in the company, with so many vice presidents. Any one of them can do better than me, so why do they need me to recommend someone?"

At this point, Fang Wanzhen paused for a moment, and then said meaningfully: "If Director Li has other arrangements, you can transfer someone to my side before I retire. After I retire in the future, there will be no obstacles within the company, and it will be convenient for him to take over my work."

Li Qingfeng narrowed his eyes. He understood the meaning of these words. Fang Wanzhen was hinting that someone in the company was coveting the position of general manager, or reminding him that someone was already secretly planning something.

Li Qingfeng did not find this surprising. The top leader was getting old and would soon retire. Those who were capable of competing for the top position would definitely have their own little thoughts.

If you don't have a little ambition, you can't climb to this position.

Li Qingfeng thought about it and realized that among his current trusted students, none of them were close to Fang Wanzhen's position in terms of position or qualifications.

Since there is no one among the students, it doesn't matter who takes over this position to Li Qingfeng.

So he just said directly: "I don't have any other arrangements for your successor. When the time comes, you can choose from the qualified people in the company. From now on, the assessment will begin, which will last for three years. The capable ones will be promoted and the mediocre ones will be demoted."

Upon hearing Qingfeng Li's decision, Fang Wanzhen breathed a sigh of relief.

Fang Wanzhen often stays at the headquarters and is the one who knows the situation there best.

When a company becomes big, there will always be some small factions. None of the subordinates under you are easy to deal with and each has his own power.

Fang Wanzhen was really afraid that if Li Qingfeng parachuted in a general manager, it would cause chaos within the company.

Fortunately, Li Qingfeng did not have this idea, and the handover should be completed smoothly by then. (End of this chapter)