Reborn in the red age

Meeting Lao Ren again in Pengcheng, looking at his rosy-cheeked and energetic Lao Ren, Li Qingfeng secretly laughed in his heart. It was true that people are in high spirits when good things happen. After the company entered the fast lane of development, Lao Ren's whole spirit and energy changed.

When I first met Lao Ren in Wuxi, although Lao Ren was trying to cheer himself up, his eyes were full of worry and fatigue, and his whole body exuded a depressed aura.

And now, when we meet again in Pengcheng, Lao Ren seems like a different person. Mentally, he looks ten years younger, and his every move is full of energy.

Li Qingfeng took the initiative to step forward and shook hands with Old Ren, smiling and jokingly saying, "Boss Ren, have you taken some magic medicine in the past few months? Look at your current mental state, you don't look like a 50-year-old middle-aged man, you are clearly a young talent with high spirits."

"Haha, there's no secret. The company's self-developed switch has started off smoothly. I feel relieved. There's no risk of bankruptcy and jumping off a building. I'm naturally in high spirits." Facing Li Qingfeng's joke, Lao Ren smiled heartily and patted his belly.

"Really? I'm not in China for a while. Didn't your company start using the machine after the Chinese New Year? How is the effect?"

"The situation is very good. Our switch has been successfully put into operation in the Urumqi Post and Telecommunications Branch. The switch has been running for two months and only some minor problems have occurred. Our technicians have repaired them."

At this point, Lao Ren's face was full of pride and satisfaction: "Our switches were a big hit after this opening, and customers have a certain degree of recognition of our products. We have received a lot of orders in the past few months."

Seeing the pride on Old Ren's face, Li Qingfeng recalled the poem in the later movie "Feng Yun Xiong Ba Tian Xia" in which the clay Buddha commented on Xiong Ba's life: "A unicorn is not something that can be kept in a pond. Once it encounters wind and clouds, it will turn into a dragon."

This poem is quite suitable for Nintendo's current situation. The switch they developed in-house is just like the wind and clouds in the poem.

After finishing his talk about this period, Lao Ren smacked his lips and said with some pride: "Teacher Li, I promised you that the total sales volume would exceed 50 billion within ten years. Now it seems that this goal is not out of reach, and it is not my bragging."

Qingfeng Li glanced at the smug old Ren, curled his lips, and said half-jokingly, half-seriously: "Fifty billion in ten years? That's too little."

"Hmm? What's smaller?"

"I say you are too narrow-minded. Are you going to be dismissed with 50 billion? I think you can sell this switch for at least 100 billion before you stop selling it."

".hehe"

Old Ren smiled awkwardly, thinking that he was quite good at boasting, saying 50 billion in ten years. He didn't expect that there is always someone better than you, Mr. Li said 100 billion.

In Ren's opinion, his company's switch could sell for 30 to 50 billion at most. The figure of 50 billion in ten years was already a bit of boasting, and the figure of 100 billion was something he couldn't even dream of.

I can’t compare, I really can’t compare.

Looking at Lao Ren's expression, Qingfeng Li knew what he was thinking. He didn't explain much and left everything to time to see.

After all, Warwick's programmable switching system has been sold for more than ten years, with cumulative sales of up to 100 billion, making it the world's best-selling switch product. Li Qingfeng did not interfere much in the telecommunications industry, so there is no reason why this programmable switching system would fail in this world.

After a brief chat, Li Qingfeng did not talk much about Huawei's programmable switch, but stated the purpose of his visit: "Mr. Ren, which company did you find to manufacture the chips you designed yourself?"

"TSMC is a company that specializes in chip manufacturing. They use the world's most advanced 800-nanometer manufacturing process for us."

"So it's him." Li Qingfeng nodded in understanding, and said softly with emotion: "TSMC has developed very fast. When it was founded in 87, its process technology was only three microns. In just a few years, it has developed to 800 nanometers."

"Yes, Taiwan is not restricted by the Batumi Agreement, and their technology is developing very fast."

At this point, Lao Ren paused, then smiled and told Li Qingfeng the news he had heard: "I heard that TSMC is already planning to go public. After the listing, TSMC will further expand its production capacity and improve its technology level, and is expected to become an internationally advanced semiconductor manufacturer."

Listening to Lao Ren's story, Li Qingfeng's expression was very complicated. TSMC's blow to the domestic semiconductor industry was indeed huge. To put it in an exaggerated way, the mainland's semiconductor industry was ruined by Zhang Zhongmou and other TSMC executives.

Li Qingfeng did not have much prejudice against Zhang Zhongmou. No one was a saint, and only a few people would sacrifice their families for the country, not to mention the complicated historical relationship between the two places.

After all, the situation was beyond his control. Zhang Zhongmou simply chose the path that was most beneficial to him.

Noticing the change in Li Qingfeng's expression, Lao Ren thought that Li Qingfeng was worried about Huaxin's stagnation, and quickly comforted him: "Teacher Li, now that Batumi has been disbanded, there is no tight ring around your head. Teacher Li, the Huaxin you invested in will develop quickly."

"Mr. Ren, you misunderstood. I'm not worried about the development of Huaxin, but I'm thinking about how to help Huaxin get your Huawei's foundry orders." Li Qingfeng said with a smile after coming back to his senses.

"Um, Mr. Li, Huaxin's manufacturing process."

Before Ren could finish his refusal, Li Qingfeng interrupted him and said, "Huaxin's 800-nanometer production line is already on its way. It will be officially put into production next year at the latest. There will be no problem in completing Huawei's chip production."

"Hiss, 800 nanometer production line?" Old Ren took a breath of cold air, looked at Li Qingfeng with admiration and said, "Teacher Li is indeed very powerful. Batumi has just been disbanded, and you took this opportunity to buy back the production line."

"Given the fickle nature of the United States, who knows when an embargo agreement stricter than the CoCom will appear? If we don't buy the equipment we need early during this window of opportunity, we won't be able to buy it when the next embargo agreement is suddenly announced."

Lao Ren nodded thoughtfully: "That makes sense. If Huaxin can have the process technology for 800 nanometer chips, then we can give our Huawei orders to Huaxin for OEM."

"Okay, let's put it this way first. When the 800-nanometer production line arrives, I invite you to visit Huaxin."

Lao Ren smiled cheerfully: "Then I will wait for Mr. Li's invitation. I believe that under Mr. Li's leadership, Huaxin will become a benchmark enterprise in the domestic semiconductor industry."

Li Qingfeng was eager to return home and did not stay long in Pengcheng. After confirming possible follow-up cooperation with Lao Ren, he hurriedly said goodbye to Lao Ren and went to the airport to board the plane to Sijiu City.

After getting off the plane and looking at the familiar surroundings, Qingfeng Li opened his arms and took a deep breath.

"Pooh, pooh, there's sand in there."

The Three North Shelterbelt Project has only been in operation for more than ten years, and the green defense line, the sand control project of ten thousand acres of green forest has not yet begun. The air quality in the capital is really not good these days.

Especially in winter and spring, sandstorms often occur. When you come back from going out, you can shake off a pound of sand on your body.

Taking the mask handed over by Wang Hu, Li Qingfeng lowered his head and quickly left the airport runway.

"Dad, I'm here"

At the airport exit, Li Qingfeng looked in the direction of the sound and saw Chuyi jumping and waving at him excitedly.

Seeing his daughter whom he hadn't seen for half a year, a smile appeared on his face under the mask. Li Qingfeng took two quick steps, wanting to pick up Chuyi like he did when she was a child. However, as soon as he started, Li Qingfeng felt a little embarrassed. The child was too big and he almost couldn't pick her up.

Feeling the weight coming from his arms, Li Qingfeng said awkwardly: "My dear girl, you should lose weight."

The eleven-year-old girl was at the beginning stage of puberty, at the age when she loved to show off. When she heard Li Qingfeng's words, the smile on her face disappeared instantly, and she looked at Li Qingfeng with a dark face and unhappiness.

"Why are you losing weight? It's normal for an eleven-year-old to weigh 70 kilograms. It's because you don't exercise regularly that you feel overweight." Hu Jiabao, who was standing nearby, immediately exposed Li Qingfeng's excuse.

With Hu Jiabao's support, Chuyi's face was replaced with a proud expression. He folded his hands in front of his chest and raised his chin slightly: "That's right, my mom is right, it's not that I'm fat, it's that you should exercise, Dad."

Faced with the mother and daughter teaming up to bully him, Li Qingfeng touched his nose and chose to change the subject.

He reached out and pinched Chuyi's chubby little face, and said sternly, "That's not right. Today is not Sunday. How could you appear at the airport if you are not studying hard at school?"

Chuyi's face was pinched, and he said incoherently: "Dad, let me go first."

Li Qingfeng let go of his hand as he was told. Chuyi rubbed his face and said confidently, "You are back today. As your father's little cotton-padded jacket, shouldn't I take a leave to pick you up?"

Faced with the first-year student who justified skipping classes, Li Qingfeng didn't know what to say for a moment.

Li Qingfeng raised his head and glanced at Hu Jiabao who was smiling bitterly and shaking her head. He rubbed his brows and was impressed by his daughter.

Li Qingfeng held Chuyi's hand and walked out of the airport, chatting with Hu Jiabao as they walked.

"What about fifteen?"

“Of course I’m in school.”

"You've already asked for leave on the first day of the new year, why don't you bring the fifteenth day as well?"

"Can the first and fifteenth grade be the same? If the fifteenth grader dares to skip class, I will beat his ass into pieces."

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After returning home and having lunch, the first-year student who had skipped classes for the whole morning was sent back to school by Hu Jiabao in the afternoon.

When they were alone at home, Hu Jiabao urged Li Qingfeng to take a shower.

After spending half a year with the little mixed-blood, Li Qingfeng, who was no longer a young man, was almost exhausted. Upon hearing Hu Jiabao's suggestion, he subconsciously refused, "Doesn't Xiao Cai still have to clean up?"

"Xiao Cai is pregnant, so I gave her a holiday to let her stay at home to take care of the baby."

"Isn't it inappropriate in broad daylight?"

Seeing Hu Jiabao's increasingly suspicious look, Li Qingfeng smiled awkwardly, stopped refusing, and quickly opened the bathroom door and went in.

After working hard for an entire afternoon, Li Qingfeng lay on the bed with a sense of despair, wondering whether he should visit a Chinese doctor and ask for a prescription to replenish his body.

"Here, you look weak, I bought you some health supplements, you should take them and replenish your body."

Just as he was thinking about where to find a prescription to replenish his body, Hu Jiabao, with a rosy face, came in from outside in his pajamas and threw a box into Li Qingfeng's arms.

I picked up the box with confusion and took a look. On the exquisite packaging, there were six big characters "Yangshengtang Turtle and Turtle Pills" written in a flamboyant style.

Looking at the box in his hand and then at Hu Jiabao, Qingfeng Li was speechless.

Li Qingfeng knew this thing. It was an IQ tax product used by the richest man who sold water in later generations to make money in the early days of his business.

The marketing was very good, focusing on the traditional tonic concept of soft-shelled turtle. This thing became a sensation and sold extremely well in China.

The scale of the domestic health care products market is growing so fast now. Last year, there were only a few hundred companies in the country making health care products.

Since Sun God amassed more than 1 billion yuan in revenue last year, domestic health care product companies have sprung up like mushrooms this year, with one or two thousand new health care product companies added across the country.

Sitting up from the bed, Qingfeng Li shook the box and said speechlessly, "No, Doctor Hu, you are a professor at the medical school. Do you believe this kind of scam?"

"This health product is from traditional Chinese medicine, and I studied Western medicine. These two medical systems are two different things. Their advertisement is so loud that it was even shown on CCTV. Although the advertisement is indeed a bit exaggerated, it must have some effect. Besides, it is a health product after all, and it won't make you sick."

Li Qingfeng shook his head helplessly, and in his heart he felt that people these days were too superstitious about authority. They believed everything they saw in newspapers and on TV, and were really easy to be deceived.

Even a medical doctor like Hu Jiabao could be fooled, let alone ordinary people with little education.

Putting the box aside, Li Qingfeng patiently explained to Hu Jiabao: "This is a product that costs a lot of money. It relies entirely on marketing tricks to deceive people. Don't believe it. The majority of the pills are probably starch. If it's too much, put some wolfberry, codonopsis or something in it."

Hu Jiabao frowned, apparently skeptical about what Qingfeng Li said.

"Is it really as unreliable as you say? There are so many health products on the market now, they can't all be scams, right?"

"These people who sell health products are just like the qigong masters on the market, they are all scammers. To put it nicely, they are good at marketing, but in fact they are all scammers. It's because the domestic laws and regulations are not strict. If they were in a country with perfect laws, these people would be fined to the point of bankruptcy."

"No way? I see that many companies that produce health products are still state-owned enterprises."

Li Qingfeng couldn't help but hold his forehead in silence. Even after saying this, Hu Jiabao was still skeptical. The authority of state-owned enterprises, CCTV, and newspapers was really deeply rooted in people's minds these days, and could not be shaken by a few words.

But it is understandable. Not to mention people of this day and age, even in later times when the speed of information dissemination is highly developed, this situation is not uncommon.

A no-name mooncake brand from Guangdong Province suddenly became a high-end brand in Hong Kong, with tens of thousands of orders sold in just ten minutes (End of this chapter)