Reborn in the red age

After a chicken's skin, thighs, breast meat, head, neck, wings, internal organs and other parts are removed, the remaining parts including the spine and sternum are the chicken frame.

The chicken rack looks big, but it is empty inside. After peeling off layer by layer, the little meat left is still attached to the bones, only a thin layer.

In the past few years when Northeast China's economy was booming, chicken racks were only popular in Fengtian, the national chicken processing center, and their role was just as a side dish for workers.

Nowadays, when companies are unable to pay wages, chicken racks have slowly begun to change from a side dish to the only meat dish on ordinary people's tables.

The current economic changes in Northeast China can be seen from a simple diet.

Today in the country, the north and south are divided into two extremes.

The cloud of despair hangs over the three provinces in the Northeast, while the Southwest, which just ended its nearly fourteen-year border war two years ago, has barely caught up with the tail end of reform and opening up and is now actively engaging in the wave of economic construction.

The southern region, on the other hand, is experiencing peace and prosperity, with tall buildings springing up, factories popping up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, countless companies being established every day, and the streets and alleys filled with job advertisements. Skilled workers are in short supply.

For some people, pork is no longer a rare food. High-protein foods such as beef and seafood are popular now.

Many people don’t understand why people from Northeast China don’t go south to work. The main reason is that the heavy industry in Northeast China has not yet reached the point of complete collapse.

Although the factory's performance was not good, it was still able to pay seven or eight months' wages a year, so it was not completely unable to survive.

Another issue is social security. Working in a half-dead factory, my social security is automatically renewed at the end of March every year.

But once you leave the factory, you have to pay for social security yourself, which is five or six hundred yuan a month, or nearly eight thousand yuan a year.

The wages in the south are indeed high now. In the special zone, one can earn eight or nine hundred yuan a month. This amount of money seems very high, but after deducting personal food, drink, defecation and urination, it is hard to say whether the remaining money is enough to pay social security.

I work in the factory, and my social security is paid by the state treasury. The money I earn from working outside is not enough to pay for the social security.

The last one is the house. While staying in the factory, the family can continue to live in the house allocated by the factory.

But if you resign, the house in the factory will be taken back immediately. If you want to continue living in the house allocated by the factory, you have to pay for it, which costs several hundred yuan per square meter.

In the Northeast, if you don't have a house in the city, you'd be blessed by your ancestors if one person in your family can survive the winter.

Moreover, many people are still betting that the country will not give up on the Northeast. Even if some are laid off, the higher authorities will give them some reassignment. No matter what, they must get an explanation.

As it turned out, these people made half the right bet. They were indeed given resettlement jobs and also received layoff subsidies.

However, because there were too many people, the resettlement policy was a mess, so the government just started to give up and not care about it.

And who would have thought that after the compensation funds were transferred from the central government to local finances, many places did not continue to allocate them downward, but simply divided them privately by adding 20% ​​to 50%.

Facts have once again proved that it is better to rely on yourself than on others. Look at Qu Wanting, who is also from Northeast China and was born in Harbin in 83.

He went through the entire wave of layoffs, but he managed to get out of it through his own efforts. Not only did he study abroad, live in a big villa, and drive a luxury car, but he also wrote so many songs in his spare time to commemorate his life at that time.

As a person, you still have to work hard to have a future.

"Lao Li, I will be back in Harbin tomorrow. Do you want to go with me to Harbin? Our Feichi Automobile Factory has been expanding in recent years. We have acquired all the land around the factory. It is no longer the small factory it once was."

Stimulated by Li Qingfeng's use of the chicken rack, Zhang Yapeng, who had originally wanted to stay in Sijiu City for a few more days, immediately changed his mind and said he would return to the factory tomorrow.

Before leaving, Zhang Yapeng extended an invitation to Li Qingfeng.

As for the Northeast, Li Qingfeng really didn't want to go there in recent years. As he said before, Li Qingfeng was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to see the sufferings of the people, although the Northeast had not yet reached its most difficult time.

He immediately smiled awkwardly and declined Zhang Yapeng's invitation, saying that he had too much to do recently and would go next time when he was free.

In response, Zhang Yapeng did not persuade him any further. After chatting with Li Qingfeng in the office for a while, he said goodbye and left in a hurry.

After sending Zhang Yapeng downstairs, Li Qingfeng was about to go home when He Guangqin stopped him and said that there was a document that needed his signature.

"What's the matter? You want me to sign in person? I have to go to a parent-teacher meeting for my daughter."

Li Qingfeng looked at the sky. It was almost four o'clock in the afternoon. The school was going to hold a parent-teacher meeting today. Hu Jiabao had to go to the hospital for an operation and couldn't spare the time, so Li Qingfeng had to go.

"It was an email from the American branch. It was first sent to the headquarters, and then the headquarters sent a document over for you to sign and authorize. It won't take long and won't delay your parent-teacher meeting for the first grade."

Li Qingfeng, who was about to get in the car and leave, stopped and looked at He Guangqin with a frown: "It should be almost midnight in San Francisco now, right? Did something happen? Sending news so late at night?"

"I saw that the content of the authorization contract is about the transfer authorization of the online wallet. The result should be released in the United States," He Guangqin said with a smile.

"Show me the document, and connect me to the international long-distance call in America. I want to talk to Shao Hengwei."

“Okay, I’ll arrange it now.”

Back in the office upstairs, Qingfeng Li looked at the documents faxed from the headquarters, frowned and fell into deep thought.

After a long time, the ringing of the phone at the desk woke Li Qingfeng from his deep thought. He Guangqin, who had been standing by his side, quickly stepped forward and answered the phone.

"Hey, okay, take it."

He Guangqin handed the microphone to Li Qingfeng: "Teacher Li, Mr. Shao from the United States is on the phone."

"Okay, give it to me." Li Qingfeng took the microphone and listened to the crackling sound of electricity inside. He said in a deep voice: "Old Shao, what's going on in America? Why did we hear in the middle of the night that Activision agreed to the acquisition price we proposed?"

"I don't know the details. At 10:30 a.m. American time, the general manager of Activision called me personally and said that they were willing to agree to the price we proposed and urged me to sign a transfer contract with them as soon as possible." Shao Hengwei's somewhat distorted voice came from the microphone.

"It's illogical to call so late at night and in such a hurry. Is there any news from America?"

"No, it's been calm. After we started to contact Activision, the Republicans didn't bother us anymore." "Something's wrong. Let's leave Activision alone and find out the details to see if anything has happened. If you have any news, notify me immediately."

"Okay, I'll arrange it right away"

After hanging up the call with Shao Hengwei, Li Qingfeng lit a cigarette, looked out the window and fell into thought.

He Guangqin, who was standing by, waited for Li Qingfeng to come back to his senses and asked tentatively, "Teacher Li, did something happen in America? Activision wants to acquire the online wallet so suddenly. Is it a counterattack from the Democratic Party? Can our online wallet business be saved?"

"Oh, what are you thinking about?" Li Qingfeng shook his head and chuckled. "What do you think the Democratic Party is? Since the year before last, Internet companies have been enthusiastically sought after by investors. Wall Street has already begun planning to push up the valuations of Internet companies. How many Internet companies in the United States are profitable? Our online wallet business, which has been profitable from the beginning, is a large piece of fat that has been torn off."

"At this point, let alone whether the Democratic Party, which is in a politically declining position, has the ability to fight back, even if they can keep our online wallet business, they will not help. They will only defeat the Republicans and then find someone else to acquire our online wallet and make a fortune from it."

After realizing that he had asked a stupid question, He Guangqin closed his mouth and said no more.

After staying in the office for a while, Li Qingfeng couldn't think of what happened in America for a moment, so he simply stopped thinking about it. The time for the agreed parent-teacher meeting was almost up, so Li Qingfeng packed up his things, left work, and rushed to the school.

No matter what happens, you just need to wait patiently. Although the overall initiative is not in your hands, the time to sign the contract is firmly in your hands.

In a few days, you will know what happened in America.

He drove his Mercedes-Benz 300 to the school gate and parked the car on the side of the road. Then, Qingfeng gathered his sleeves and walked leisurely towards the school.

The affiliated primary school was right at the doorstep of her home, and given Chuyi's carefree personality, Li Qingfeng would occasionally come over to give her textbooks or something.

Therefore, there was no need for any guidance and I went straight upstairs to the classroom of Class 1, Grade 6.

At this time, many parents were already sitting in the classroom, and acquaintances were chatting in low voices in groups of three or four. When they saw Li Qingfeng come in, those who knew Li Qingfeng nodded in greeting, while those who didn't know him pretended not to see him and continued to busy themselves with their own things.

Li Qingfeng glanced around the classroom and soon saw Chuyi, who was chatting and laughing with the mother and daughter sitting at the same table.

He came to the first grade, grabbed the first grade's pigtail, and said with a smile: "Oh, you look so happy. It seems that I will be praised by the teacher at this parents' meeting."

"You're just daydreaming. What does praise have to do with me?" Chuyi stuck out her tongue, made a face, and then struggled to free her pigtail from Li Qingfeng's hand.

Li Qingfeng smacked his lips. "I can't think about it yet. Also, don't learn your Aunt Wenhui's accent in the future. There's no one from the Northeast in my family. If you speak with such a strong accent, people who don't know me would think I'm from the Northeast."

"What's wrong with people from the Northeast? The Northeastern dialect is so interesting." Chuyi stuck his neck out and deliberately sang a different tune from Li Qingfeng: "Auntie Wenhui is so interesting. I like chatting with her."

"It's up to you. I tell you, the Northeastern accent is very stubborn. Be careful not to get rid of it when you grow up. Okay, make room for me so that I can listen carefully to what the teacher has to say later."

Li Qingfeng said as he pulled Chuyi up from the stool and sat on it himself. He smiled at the person next to him who was curiously watching the conversation between him and his daughter, "I'm sorry for not being able to teach my daughter well."

"No, no, this little girl in Chuyi is very cute. She is not shy at all. I like her very much," the parent next to her responded with a smile.

Li Qingfeng smiled slightly, glanced at his deskmate in the first grade, and praised the other's daughter in return.

The other party was not a beauty, and her appearance was not well maintained, so Li Qingfeng did not chat with her for long.

After a few casual greetings, he fell silent and waited for the teacher to come.

After a while, the head teacher walked into the classroom, and the classroom, which was noisy just now, became quiet in an instant.

The teacher first looked around with a smile. After making sure that everyone was present, the head teacher walked up to the podium, cleared his throat and began to speak.

"Dear parents, first of all, thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to attend this parents' meeting. Our sixth-grade children will soon face the important stage of transitioning from primary school to junior high school, so today I mainly want to talk to you about the children's learning situation this semester and some of the arrangements for the future."

The teacher's voice was clear and loud, echoing in the classroom.

Li Qingfeng didn't pay attention to these clichés. He seemed to be listening carefully, but in fact his mind had already flown away. His thoughts were drifting here and there, and he didn't really listen to what the teacher said.

"This semester, most of the children have worked very hard in their studies and have made obvious progress, but there are some individual cases that make me worried." The teacher paused and glanced at Li Qingfeng intentionally or unintentionally.

"For example, during this winter vacation, I found that some students completed their homework in a very strange way."

"Some of the handwriting is obviously different from usual, and some of them don't even seem like the children can come up with their own ideas for solving problems, especially the homework of English and mathematics. The English vocabulary is so vast that even I, as a teacher, amazed. The math problem-solving ideas are obviously beyond the scope of elementary school, and there are solutions that can only be found in junior high school and even high school."

Although the teacher did not say it directly, the meaning of her words was very clear: some parents wrote winter vacation homework for their children.
For a moment, laughter broke out in the classroom.

In the 1990s, it was not like later generations, when if children didn’t finish their homework during the winter or summer vacations, the whole family would help them with it.

These days, parents’ attitude towards children not finishing their homework is very clear. If they have a good temper, they will scold them and then force their children to finish their homework.

Those with bad tempers will be beaten and then forced to write.

There is no substitute for doing homework.

As soon as he mentioned the word "winter vacation homework", Qingfeng Li's thoughts drifted back from outside.

He glanced at Chuyi inconspicuously and saw that there was no guilty or embarrassed expression on Chuyi's face. He even laughed with everyone else in the classroom. Li Qingfeng gave Chuyi a thumbs up in his heart.

Not bad, not bad. You have a strong mental quality. Even now you can remain calm and composed. You have the demeanor of me when I was young.

Anyway, the teacher couldn't point out who it was directly, so Li Qingfeng pretended to act and even smiled and told the parents next to him that the parents who wrote the homework for their children were really talented.

The head teacher at the podium was so angry that his lungs almost exploded after seeing the actions and expressions of Li Qingfeng and his daughter.

As expected of you two, you two really don't know what shame is! (End of this chapter)