Reborn in the red age

Chapter 508: The exams are all over, why are you still keeping the textbooks?
Soon, students who had just finished their exams appeared at the school gate, their faces filled with youthful vigor and relief.

The couple saw the familiar figure at the door at a glance. Chuyi was walking towards them, talking and laughing with a few friends.

Li Qingfeng nodded in the direction of the first grade: "Look, see, even though our grades are not good, we have great popularity. We have many friends."

"What's the use of having good relationships with people? A quick glance shows that most of them are just certain classmates in the class, and there are a few special individuals. Some are even worse, the bad apples." Hu Jiabao crossed his arms across his chest, his frown never relaxing.

Li Qingfeng looked at Hu Jiabao in surprise. Where did you learn that? Why is he speaking so many rhymes?

Chuyi saw Li Qingfeng and his wife from a distance, greeted her friend, and rushed towards them with her pigtails swung.

Ignoring Hu Jiabao's figure, Chuyi shouted "Dad" and then threw himself into Li Qingfeng's arms.

"Oh, my dear girl, you almost broke my old waist." Although Li Qingfeng joked like this, his face was full of doting and he caught Chuyi steadily with both hands.

Hu Jiabao, who was standing by, saw that his daughter, who always made him angry, ignored him, so he pretended to be angry and said sourly: "You only know how to look for your dad. Do you think your mom is just air here?"

Chuyi smiled and poked his head out from Li Qingfeng's arms, then immediately changed his position and took Hu Jiabao's arm again: "My dear mother, how could I forget you? You are the one I love the most besides my father."

No wonder Li Qingfeng likes Chuyi the most. With this little mouth, any father would be confused.

Hu Jiabao was somewhat unhappy to hear that his daughter, whom he had carried for ten months in her pregnancy, ranked his importance second.

He looked up and down at the empty-handed junior high school student, then looked at the other students with backpacks around him, and said in an unhappy tone: "Where are your things?"

"What is that?" Chuyi pretended to be stupid.

"Schoolbag, where are your textbooks?"

"Oh, the exam is over, why are you still keeping that thing? I'll throw it away after the exam."

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Throwing away books after the exam is something that only a freshman can do. Not tearing up the textbooks is already a sign of restraint.
When Li Qingfeng saw Hu Jiabao was about to punish Chuyi, he quickly stood in front of Chuyi and changed the subject, "Hey, Jiabao, Chuyi is graduating from elementary school today. It's a happy day. Let's not talk about this for now. Let's go out and celebrate. The whole family should go out to a restaurant tonight."

Knowing that Li Qingfeng was covering up for Chuyi, Hu Jiabao rolled his eyes at Li Qingfeng and snorted coldly, but did not pursue the matter of Chuyi throwing the book any further, thus tacitly agreeing with Li Qingfeng's statement that he was celebrating.

Hearing that the family was going to eat out, Chuyi frowned, turned around and looked at his friend who was waiting for him not far away, and said hesitantly: "Can we celebrate my graduation from school another day? I want to treat my classmate to KFC today. I made an agreement with her that if she copied the blackboard newspaper for me, I would treat her to KFC."

Hu Jiabao narrowed his eyes and looked at Chuyi with an unfriendly expression. Chuyi also looked at Hu Jiabao without fear.

The mother and daughter looked at each other for a long time, and Hu Jiabao gritted his teeth and said in a serious tone: "It seems that Li Muzi's graduation exam should be quite good."

"How do you know? When I took the exam, I wrote with great enthusiasm. I will definitely get a good grade this time." Chuyi patted his chest, full of confidence.

Glancing at the elementary school students who were watching from a distance, Hu Jiabao said nothing. He silently took out two hundred yuan from his bag and handed it to Chuyi, asking her to treat everyone.

After receiving the two hundred yuan, Chuyi pouted and said dissatisfiedly: "I only have twenty yuan in my pocket today. The two hundred yuan you gave me is not enough. There are six of us. We need to take two taxis, which costs thirty yuan for a round trip. The rest is not enough for KFC."

KFC was a real luxury back then. A chicken burger and a Coke cost fourteen dollars, a chicken nugget cost six dollars and a half, and a serving of French fries cost six dollars and a half. The prices were similar to those in later generations.

If you really want to eat as much as you want, an adult would have to spend at least 40 or 50 yuan to get enough.

They are all children of twelve or thirteen years old, which is the age when they can eat. Their appetite is not much less than that of adults.

In an era when the average annual income for workers across the country was only more than 5,000 yuan, the average monthly income was less than 500 yuan. If a family of three wanted to have a full meal at KFC, they would have to spend half a month's salary.

It makes me angry just thinking about it, an American fast food restaurant becomes a luxury product after going abroad.

Hu Jiabao glared at Chuyi and stretched out his right hand: "Give me the money back, and your dad and I will drive you there. When we get there, you can order and your dad and I will pay the bill."

Chuyi's eyes lit up, and he quickly stuffed the money back into Hu Jiabao's hand. After saying something to hurry up and drive the car, he quickly ran towards his friends.

Watching Chuyi jumping away, Hu Jiabao smiled helplessly and asked Li Qingfeng to take them there first, while he would go home to pick up Shiwu and rush over later.

Li Qingfeng, who had been assigned the task of being a kindergarten teacher, first kicked the two boys who were mixed in with the group of girls into a taxi. After instructing the driver to follow her closely, she took the remaining four little girls, including Chuyi, and drove towards the KFC headquarters on Qianmen Street.

It's true that people attract people like they are. Chuyi is a chatterbox, and her three friends are no worse than Chuyi. They talk more than each other from the moment they got on the bus until they got off. They never stopped muttering all the way and would burst into laughter for no apparent reason from time to time.

After getting off the car, Qingfeng Li felt a slight pain in his eardrums.

Sitting in KFC, Chuyi took the menu and sat at his seat, imitating the way Li Qingfeng usually ordered dishes. He waved his hand and said generously: "Don't order the set meal. There must be something you don't like in the set meal. Let's order a la carte. This way we can eat more to our liking."

"It's too expensive to order a la carte, a chicken nugget is six dollars and fifty cents."

"What's so expensive about it? It's not expensive at all. I'm rich, so feel free to order. My dad will pay for everything today."

Li Qingfeng:
Chuyi’s friends all know more or less about Chuyi’s family situation. They know that her family is not short of money and that Chuyi is a real rich girl.

Since Chuyi said so, the friends didn't hesitate and immediately picked up the menu and told the waiter what they wanted to eat.

Especially those two guys, they were really rude, they ordered three hamburgers at a time, and also ordered chicken nuggets and chicken wings.

The child was accompanied by an adult, and the waiter did not ask much, but just took the menu and quickly wrote it down. One look at the domestic YT00 digital mobile phone priced at more than yuan that Li Qingfeng casually placed on the table showed that he was a wealthy man, so there was no need to worry that he could not afford the bill.

"Sir, would you like to order anything? The total for the children's table is two hundred and fifty-six yuan. Here is the bill for you to take a look at."

Soon, the waiter came to Li Qingfeng with a long menu and reminded him to pay the bill.

Looking at the long bill, Qingfeng Li smacked his lips. Well, six children, and one meal cost an ordinary worker half a month's salary.

Li Qingfeng paid the bill without changing his expression and ordered a few snacks. He looked after the table of children while waiting for Hu Jiabao to come with Fifteen.

"Sir, are you planning to buy a house recently? House prices have risen sharply in the past two years. I just got the news that the capital's property market will continue to rise in two months."

Just as Qingfeng Li was sucking on his Coke straw and looking boredly towards Chuyi's table, a middle-aged man who was still wearing a long-sleeved white shirt on a hot day suddenly came over and spoke to Qingfeng Li with a smile.

Facing the sudden approach, Li Qingfeng turned his head and glanced at the other person, raising his eyebrows: "As far as I know, the prices of domestic houses in the capital have been falling since this year. Where did you get the news that the housing prices are going to rise?"

In the 1980s and 1990s, commercial housing was divided into two types: export and domestic sales. Domestic sales housing was sold to ordinary people, and the prices varied in different locations. Except for Waiyun Village and the Second Ring Road area where the prices could be as high as over 10,000 yuan, the overall prices in other places were around 6,000 yuan.

Export-sale housing is mainly targeted at overseas Chinese and a group of bosses and celebrities who became rich first in China. The prices are extremely high. In the early 1990s, they were sold for two to three thousand US dollars per square meter, which is two to three thousand US dollars per square meter according to the exchange rate.

In the past two years, with the skyrocketing housing prices in Hong Kong, from 91 yuan in to yuan now, more and more real estate speculators have entered the mainland, and the prices of export-oriented houses in the capital have been pushed up to a new level.

"Of course it's not a domestic-sale house. Domestic-sale houses are sold to ordinary people. Neither the building standards nor the greening facilities inside the community can be compared with export-sale houses. A boss like you should at least buy a high-end apartment in the Asian Games Village," the middle-aged man said, looking at Li Qingfeng with a firm look.

Seeing the other party's determined eyes, Li Qingfeng raised his eyebrows: "That place requires US dollars, the cheapest one is two thousand dollars, I can't afford that much money"

"Boss, you are too modest. You have such an elegant temperament and are obviously a successful person. Although the high-end apartment in the Asian Games Village is expensive, it is still a piece of cake for you." When the middle-aged man heard what Li Qingfeng said, he waved his hands quickly, still with a smile on his face.

One can tell at a glance that this guy is a talker who makes a living. Li Qingfeng doesn't believe a single punctuation mark in his words. What kind of refined temperament is this? It's obvious that he has seen the money he spent when he just paid the bill.

Ordinary people with limited financial resources would not be willing to treat a group of children to a meal at KFC that costs more than 200 yuan.

He asked the other party's name and learned about the current real estate market in the capital in detail. When Hu Jiabao brought Fifteen over, Li Qingfeng politely said goodbye to the middle-aged man and ended the real estate exchange.

Looking at the real estate agent sitting not far away, and then at the words "real estate sales company" printed on the business card on the table, Hu Jiabao frowned and said, "Don't buy a house. We have so many houses. I don't know what to do. The neighborhood committee calls me every day and asks me to rent out the houses that are not occupied."

"What house to buy? I just want to understand the real estate market in the capital." Li Qingfeng sent Fifteen to Chuyi to eat first, and then he explained slowly.

"By the way, the housing market has been very good in recent years. Last year, someone offered me two million for the courtyard house in the foothills of the imperial city where we got married. The houses in other parts of our family are not cheap either. The cheapest one can be sold for five or six hundred thousand."

At this point, Hu Jiabao paused and said with anticipation, "We have too many houses and no time to manage them. We are just sitting there doing nothing anyway, so why don't we sell them all?"

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Li Qingfeng was too lazy to say anything. Hu Jiabao should just stick to being his doctor and teacher in the future. He really didn't have the business acumen.

Any businessman knows that with the development of the economy, houses in the capital will become more and more valuable. Even Mou Qizhong, who is a lunatic, has more than 200 houses in the capital. At this time, except for those who are eager to go abroad to make a fortune and continue to circulate funds, not many people will sell their houses.

Feeling the contempt from Qingfeng Li, Hu Jiabao took a bite of the hamburger viciously and said with some shame and anger: "You don't sell houses, nor do you buy houses, so what are you talking about with this house seller?"

"If I don't want to buy a house, then can't I build one?" Li Qingfeng raised his eyebrows with a mysterious smile.

"Are you crazy? Why are you building a house?"

"Why can't I build a house? Neither Huaxin nor Lemon Company has built a family compound. So many employees' housing problems have not been solved. As the boss, shouldn't I help them find a place to live?"

After listening to Li Qingfeng's idea, Hu Jiabao didn't find it strange at all. He nodded in agreement, indicating that Li Qingfeng was right.

The welfare housing distribution system still exists, and residential land approval is relatively easy. Nowadays, companies, whether they are state-owned enterprises or large private enterprises, have the habit of building family compounds.

Whenever a unit with good performance makes a lot of money, the first thing it thinks of is to build family buildings, solve the housing problem of employees, and introduce advanced equipment. These things come after building houses.

"What form will you take to build the family compound? Will it be distributed as welfare housing, or will it be built through collective fundraising?"

"Of course it's fundraising. We're not a state-owned enterprise, so why would we give them housing as a welfare benefit? Our salary is among the highest in the country, and we pay social security according to the law. We even pay for the provident fund that only civil servants and large state-owned enterprises have. It's good enough that we don't make money from the house, so how can we give them housing as a welfare benefit?"

Social security began to be paid when state-owned enterprises were restructured in 86, and was fully implemented in state-owned enterprises in 91. It was fully implemented in 95, but the effect was not obvious and not many enterprises paid social security.

The provident fund appeared in Shanghai in 91 and was implemented in state-owned enterprises and public institutions in 94. It is a voluntary policy for private enterprises and the state does not enforce it.

Hu Jiabao nodded in agreement and said, "Fundraising is good. Nowadays, everyone raises funds to build buildings. The hospital also built a fund-raising house some time ago. It is more than half the price of commercial housing. They even asked me if I would like to participate."

"Did you attend?"

"We already have so many houses, why do we need to buy a collective housing?"

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(End of this chapter)