Reborn in the red age

Ever since leaving the airport, Li Fuqiang has taken away Li Qingfeng's power.

No matter where he goes, Li Fuqiang must walk in front surrounded by bodyguards.

Whenever he met employees from the Satellite Company or the Lemon Company's Moscow office, he would take the initiative to step forward and shake their hands, offering them a few words of encouragement, as if he was the core figure of the trip.

Even Li Qingfeng's secretary He Guangqin was given a camera by Li Fuqiang and asked to take pictures on the side.

He asked He Guangqin to record all his highlights on film.

Li Qingfeng had already gotten used to Li Fuqiang's change of character. He finally had the chance to act big, so he just let him be.

After arriving at the hotel, the three female generals of the Li family gathered around Li Fuqiang to chat, while the two children followed their father-in-law and his wife back to their room to rest.

Li Qingfeng and his wife and Ma Wenhui changed into local cotton jackets and trousers, walked out of the hotel and went to the street to experience the customs and culture of Moscow.

The three of them had seen the world and had visited various developed countries in the world, but this was the first time they saw the Moscow in the textbooks. As soon as they left the hotel, they began to look around.

After strolling around the area, the four of them were a little disappointed with the deserted market on the roadside.

Looking at the surrounding buildings, Ma Wenhui curled her lips and complained crazily: "What? Didn't the book say that Moscow is full of magnificent buildings and enthusiastic Red Square dancers? How come this street looks no different from Harbin? There's not a single dancer."

Before Li Qingfeng could speak, Hu Jiabao smiled and took over the conversation: "How can you believe what the book says? Didn't the English textbook say that the people in England are living in dire straits? England is a particularly miserable place. The streets are full of tyrannical bosses, cruel teachers, and factories that exploit child laborers?"

"Hey, hey, hey, why are you reciting the text?" Li Qingfeng interrupted Hu Jiabao with a smile before he could continue reciting the text.

"I just want to make an analogy. Sometimes what is written in books is indeed different from reality."

"Humph, the gap is really huge."

"That's what propaganda is all about. If you portray the enemy forces in a too positive light, then the people will run away, right?"

Qingfeng Li shrugged, not thinking there was anything wrong with it.

From a national perspective, in terms of propaganda, we should try our best to ignore some of the stains in our allies’ countries and vigorously publicize their strengths.

We should discredit hostile forces as much as possible, not mention their good aspects at all, and magnify their bad aspects infinitely.

This is the same routine all over the world, there is nothing to blame.

Ma Wenhui smacked her lips but did not refute Li Qingfeng's statement. She took Hu Jiabao's arm and began to stroll aimlessly on the street.

Moscow was in a period of inflation and material shortages at that time. There was really nothing good to see on the streets. Except for some shops selling daily necessities, the rest of the place was in a state of depression.

The three of them walked around a street near the hotel. Apart from buying a few Russian specialty nesting dolls, they didn't buy anything else and returned to the hotel disappointed.

Early the next morning, Li Qingfeng arranged for someone to take Hu Jiabao and other idle people around Moscow, while he, Li Fuqiang, Mou Qizhong and others boarded the aerospace group bound for Damao.

"Dad, you can stand up a little straighter. We are going to shake hands with the Russian general. If you bend over, the photos won't look good."

"Okay, okay, that's good. You can be more serious."

"Oh, that's right, this is how it should be, just like the way leaders receive guests on TV. I'm going to use this attitude when I meet the Russian general later."

Sitting in the Volga, Qingfeng Li saw that his father was a little nervous, so he guided his old father in a joking way on the matters concerning the meeting with the Russian general.

Mou Qizhong, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat, couldn't help but chuckled softly: "Don't worry too much, old man. I'm the main force this time. You will just be responsible for shaking hands with General Maozi and taking photos. Don't worry about anything else."

"Ah, really?" Li Fuqiang, who was trying hard to maintain a serious expression, his eyes immediately lit up after hearing Mou Qizhong's speech.

"Of course it's true. I have been dealing with the leaders of Moscow Aviation Group since last year, and they only recognize me." Having said that, Mou Qizhong glanced at Li Qingfeng who was calm and composed.

Li Qingfeng pretended not to see it, closed his eyes and began to take a nap.

With Mou Qizhong's assurance, Li Fuqiang felt relaxed, his facial expression was no longer so stiff, and he started chatting and laughing with Mou Qizhong.

When the convoy arrived at the foot of the Moscow Aviation Group, Moscow was very respectful and sent a captain to greet them.

On the satellite company side, as Mou Qizhong said in the car, he was responsible for the entire process of connecting with the Russians.

After Li Fuqiang shook hands and took a photo with a major general, he was guided to his seat. No one paid any attention to him the whole time.

As for Li Qingfeng, he is a nobody in the team.

Since Li Qingfeng was too lazy to deal with the bureaucrats here, Mou Qizhong did not disclose the news of Li Qingfeng's visit to Moscow to the Aviation Group.

The flight route of the Lemon No. 1 was also registered in the name of Li Qingfeng's father coming to watch the satellite launch.

All the preliminary work has been completed and the launch time of the satellite has been determined. This time we come here to discuss some details again.

The talks between the two parties were completed in just one morning, and they even had lunch at the Aviation Group at noon.

When leaving, the satisfied Li Fuqiang knew that his third brother and Mou Qizhong had something to talk about, so he took the initiative to ride in the same car with He Guangqin, and gave the Volga he was bringing to Li Qingfeng and Mou Qizhong.

The satellite launch plan was proposed in 89. Five years have passed since then. Now the first satellite is about to be launched. After coming out of the office of the Aviation Group, Mou Qizhong's face was filled with irrepressible excitement.

As soon as they got in the car, Mou Qizhong patted Li Qingfeng on the shoulder, his face flushed with excitement: "Everything has been settled today. We will stay in Moscow for two more days and go to Kazakhstan to watch the satellite launch the day after tomorrow."

Compared to Mou Qizhong's excitement, Li Qingfeng was very calm. He pushed away his hand on his shoulder and asked in confusion:

"Why go to Kazakhstan? Isn't there a satellite launch site here in Russia?"

“Because the launch site is in Kazakhstan.”

"Wait, let me figure it out." Li Qingfeng didn't understand what was going on for a moment: "You mean, the satellite that is about to be launched will not be launched on the territory of the Russians, but will be launched using the launch site of other countries?"

"Forehead"

Mou Qizhong nodded first, then shook his head. After a long silence, he finally explained, "The launch site in Kazakhstan was originally built by Big Brother. It was the largest satellite launch base during the Big Brother alliance period. It was later disintegrated. At that time..."

Before Mou Qizhong could finish, Li Qingfeng interrupted him: "Oh, I see, it's a historical issue." It's enough to know the general idea. Why do you need to know so much about the ownership of the launch site?

No matter whether it is from the Russians or Kazakhstan, it is not ours anyway.

Mou Qizhong, who had already organized his words and wanted to tell Li Qingfeng about the history of the launch site, was interrupted by Li Qingfeng. The rest of the long paragraph he was about to say was blocked in his throat.

After returning from the aviation group’s office building, the whole family, led by a tour guide, went on a two-day tour of Moscow.

I looked at some famous buildings in Moscow, such as the Red Square and the Kremlin.

Unfortunately, it is early winter in Moscow now, and the wind is blowing outside.

The Li family was fine. They had lived in the northern region for a long time and went directly from summer to winter. Although their bodies could not bear it at the beginning, they gradually got used to this cold climate after a day or two of adaptation.

The old couple Hu Yuanshan are in a miserable situation. Suzhou is located in the south. Although it is cold in winter, it is still not as cold as in the north.

After visiting the Red Square and the Kremlin that we had longed to visit, we chose to return to the hotel because we couldn't stand the cold wind outside.

We didn't leave the hotel until we headed to the satellite launch site in Kazakhstan.

Under the arrangement of the Aerospace Group, Li Qingfeng and others took a plane provided by Moscow and flew to Kreini Airport near the launch site.

The plane slowly landed at Craney Airport, and a cold and dry air hit us in the face. The airport was surrounded by vast wasteland and the outline of mountains was vague in the distance.

The reception staff of the Aerospace Group had been waiting at the airport for a long time. After Li Qingfeng and his group got off the plane, someone immediately led Li Qingfeng and his group to a nearby locker room to change their clothes.

It is winter in Moscow now, but it is autumn in Kazakhstan just like in China.

After changing clothes, everyone was taken to the vehicles that had been prepared, and the convoy drove to the Baikonur Cosmodrome.

Western Kazakhstan is full of deserts and semi-desert areas, and this destination, the Baikonur Cosmodrome, is located in the western part of Kazakhstan.

The convoy was driving on a flat road, with sand and withered weeds everywhere on both sides of the road.

Fifteen was leaning on the window looking at the scenery outside. He turned around excitedly, pulled Qingfeng Li's arm, pointed outside and said, "Dad, look at the desert."

Li Qingfeng was feeling a little annoyed at the moment as he forgot to bring a story to relieve his boredom as it took several hours to drive to the launch site.

After a blank look, he said impatiently: "I saw it, I saw it. Your dad is not blind. It's hard not to see it in such a big desert."

Fifteen, who was in high spirits at the moment, did not notice the impatience in Qingfeng Li's tone, so he withdrew his gaze from the window and pulled Qingfeng Li's arm, shaking him: "Dad, what does a camel look like? I want to ride a camel."

"You look like a camel to me, riding a camel, and you don't even know where you are."

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Chuyi, who was sitting behind him, heard the conversation between the father and son and immediately left his seat and came to the front: "Dad, I want to ride a camel, too. When we get there, can you find me a camel to ride?"

"I see you"

Shiwu was about to respond to Chuyi with his previous answer, but before he could finish, Li Qingfeng, who was quick-witted, covered his mouth.

Facing his favorite eldest daughter, Qingfeng Li suppressed his annoyance and said softly, "Of course, when we get there, Dad will find a way to get you a camel."

His request was met, Chuyi skipped back to the back seat and continued to chat with the group of married women in the back seat.

Looking at Fifteen who was looking at him with resentment, Qingfeng Li waved his hand impatiently: "Alright, stop looking. If I can get a camel, I'll have one for you, too."

Hearing what Li Qingfeng said, Fifteen's eyes immediately lit up and he no longer cared about being bullied just now.

He looked out the window again. Although there was still sand and withered weeds outside, in Fifteen's imagination, he had already imagined himself riding a camel and galloping in the desert.

Looking at his son's reaction, Li Qingfeng smacked his lips. It was not bad. This kid was broad-minded and did not bear grudges. He could consider giving him a better salary in the future.

"Just as the pear blossoms were blooming all over the world,

A soft veil floats on the river."

"Late at night, the garden was quiet.

Only the wind is blowing gently
How kind the night is, how cheerful the heart is"

In name it was a satellite company inspection team, but in reality it was the Li family tour group. They ate snacks and sang songs on the bus as they made the bumpy journey to the Baikonur Cosmodrome.

After a series of strict inspections and body searches, the convoy was allowed into the Baikonur Cosmodrome.

"The satellite launch site is indeed a satellite launch site, the defense is tight enough."

The convoy entered the launch site. Looking at the teams of soldiers patrolling with live ammunition, Li Qingfeng couldn't help but sigh with Mou Qizhong beside him.

"That's right, the Baikonur Cosmodrome is..." Mou Qizhong smiled proudly and continued what he had not finished saying last time.

Seeing that Mou Qizhong was about to give him another science lesson, Li Qingfeng quickly waved his hand to interrupt him: "Okay, let's stop talking about these things. Where is the accommodation? There are old people and children in the team. They are tired after all this journey. Let's go back and rest first."

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It was the first time for so many people to see a satellite launch site. No one wanted to go to the room to rest. They all expressed their desire to tour the satellite launch site first.

Even Li Fuqiang, who had been complaining about back pain for a long time, now looked energetic and said that he was full of energy, his back and legs were not sore, and he could climb five floors in one breath.

No one responded, and the exhausted Li Qingfeng did not force them. He let them follow the tour and pulled Lao Mou back to the dormitory.

After all, they spent money. The dormitory that the Russians arranged for Li Qingfeng and others was quite good. The lowest one was a four-person room with a private bathroom.
Looking at the bunk beds he hadn't slept in for many years, Li Qingfeng's mouth twitched. Damn, 30 million dollars, and I get to sleep in bunk beds.

Mou Qizhong scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "Brother Li, there are too many people here, so they only gave us six rooms. There is nothing we can do about it."

"."(End of this chapter)