Chapter 312 The invitation was like an annual routine task.

One afternoon in August 1982, annoying cicadas were chirping loudly in the plane trees on Fuxing West Road. A registered letter with the words "Fudan University" printed in red was delivered to the courtyard of the small Western-style building by the postman on his bicycle, ringing his clear bell.

The first person to spot the postman was little Li Qinglan, who was playing in the yard. "Is it a letter from my brother?"

Did my brother get into university?

She quickly shouted into the door, "Brother, your letter has arrived!"

Li Qingfeng suddenly looked out from the third floor, suppressing his immense excitement, and waved to his sister. Li Qingfeng's college application choices were just as shrewd as his mother's; he only listed Fudan University's Economics and Management department and chose "no reassignment."

Therefore, there are only two possible outcomes: either he did not receive an admission notice, or he was admitted to the Department of Economics and Management at Fudan University.

Although Tsinghua and Peking Universities are more prestigious, Li Qingfeng, who grew up in Shanghai, naturally preferred to study at Fudan University. He also didn't want to be too far from home, as he was the eldest brother and had three younger sisters to take care of.

He also couldn't bear to leave his mother, Qin Xiangxiang, and the delicious food she made. From childhood, he had a belief that the food his mother ate was absolutely delicious.

Although Li Xiaopang eats everything, he prefers to eat delicious food.

The biggest flaw in the TV series "Director Qin" is, in the eyes of his own son, the fact that Director Qin is too extravagant when it comes to food, like the description of Lin Daiyu eating spiced cabbage.

Now that the news has been settled, Li Qingfeng, who has the air of a very elder brother, went downstairs with considerable restraint. During the process, he even tidied his clothes in front of the full-length mirror before leisurely arriving downstairs.

"It's just an admission letter from Fudan University, little sister. Don't shout so loudly, you're disturbing the other neighbors."

Li Qingfeng "squeezed" his admission notice away, but couldn't help but break into a silly smile.

Li Qinglan: "Brother, you look so silly with that smile!"

"Although you look like your father, he is so handsome and mature, while you are silly and like a fool."

Li Qingfeng gently tapped her on the head: "You little rascal, do you even know what a hothead is?"

"Dad looks handsome because he's wearing a military uniform; it's all because of the clothes."

As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed Li Jianzhi standing behind him, wearing a white navy shirt. Li Jianzhi had been reading a military newspaper when he heard his youngest daughter's voice. His heart skipped a beat, and he tidied himself up in a very reserved manner. When he heard his daughter's voice, the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up.

"Congratulations, son, you've been accepted into university."

Li Qingfeng: "Is Mom still sleeping? Even my little sister's loud voice couldn't wake her up?"

Qin Xiangxiang stretched on the second floor. Her son's college acceptance letter had arrived... Time really flies!

The chubby boy who used to sneak into his mother's room every day when he was little has actually gotten into university.

And he got into Fudan University!

"Son, you're amazing."

The family decided to have a good celebration. Li Jianzhi called his mother-in-law and father-in-law. That year, Zhou Aodong and Qin Wutong had both retired. Zhou Aodong still went to the production team in the alley every day to help out, while Qin Wutong took a walk every day and even took a calligraphy class for the elderly, becoming fascinated with practicing calligraphy.

"What? Little Fatty really got in? Fudan University! Great, that's wonderful!"

"This gluttonous little fat boy has really made something of himself."

Upon learning this news, Zhou Aodong turned into a megaphone, making a roundabout way around the old apartment building to let everyone know that her daughter, Factory Director Qin's son, had been admitted to Fudan University.

The neighbor, Mrs. Xu, was incredibly jealous, suspecting that Qin Xiangxiang had pulled strings for Li Xiaopang.

"What do you mean by 'backdoor'? Li Qingfeng has always been the top student in the class. He could get into Tsinghua or Peking University, let alone Fudan University."

“We Shanghainese don’t want to be too far from home. It would be so great to stay in Shanghai and study at Fudan University, which is close to home…”

Grandma Wu Xueyan, nicknamed "Little Fatty," is also staying in Shanghai. She runs a shop with her other son and daughter-in-law, and they are doing very well.

"My grandson got into university! Oh, what a wonderful thing!"

"Fudan University, what a great school."

That night, the family prepared a table full of dishes and invited many relatives and friends over for dinner. The house was very lively all day, and the neighbors also came to congratulate them. Aunt Rong knew that Li Qingfeng had been admitted to university and said that she would make him a few sets of clothes.

"Mom, could you make me another 'good news swallow' (a type of swallow-shaped steamed bun) with my university acceptance letter in it? The one from Fudan University."

Qin Xiangxiang: "Shall I make you a top scholar swallow?"

"That's fine too."

The family celebrated joyfully, and the setting sun of summer shone through the window, freezing the laughter and joy in the room into silhouettes on the wall.

Qin Xiangxiang graduated from university, and her son Li Qingfeng was admitted to Fudan University, which is close to home and can come home on weekends. The father and son are just like each other, they can only come home on weekends.

Sui Sui is about to start middle school, and Qing He and Qing Lan will be starting elementary school. The children have all grown up.

Qin Xiangxiang now only has the most arduous task left: managing the Feiyan United Textile Factory.

Now, Feiyan United Textile Factory has grown into a behemoth, not just a textile company, but a special enterprise spanning multiple industries such as textiles, clothing, food, cultural and creative toys, etc.

From the perspective of modern enterprise management, Feiyan United Textile Factory has initially taken on the form of a group and should establish an international group structure management system, standardize finances, and other aspects.

However, Feiyan Textile Factory's management is still based on the old system, which makes it rather bloated. Qin Xiangxiang is feeling a headache as she faces more and more rules and procedures that require her signature.

"It's good that my son got into the Department of Economics and Management. We should recruit more management talents to handle these complicated matters."

At this time, in order to standardize the management of large enterprises and factories, the higher authorities transferred a "modern management expert," Gao Lü, from a long-established state-owned factory in Shanghai. This person had studied abroad and visited foreign companies and factories. After returning to China, he kept talking about "high efficiency." He felt that domestic enterprises and factories should learn from foreign countries and pursue profits and high efficiency.

"Director Qin, the profit margin of this collaboration with Qiaoshoufang isn't high. While supporting the military is a good thing, we could recommend they collaborate with other textile factories..."

Qin Xiangxiang ignored his words. Although Gao Lü was a bit "crazy," he was still a decent person.

Many scientists and entrepreneurs who have returned to China from abroad, especially those who have visited Silicon Valley in the United States, appear to be deeply disturbed, and even seem somewhat crazy to outsiders.

For example, someone who was originally a nuclear physics expert and had achieved many research results suddenly decided to give up research and become an entrepreneur to run a high-tech company...

High efficiency, high returns, KPL system culture, the supremacy of money, and the idea that money can buy everything—these ideas are constantly influencing people's minds.

Qin Xiangxiang ignored these comments, and even drank milk and read Marx in the afternoon:

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The less you eat, drink, buy books, go to the theater, attend dances, eat out, think, love, discuss theories, sing, paint, and fencing, the more you accumulate. The more treasures—those that won't be eaten by worms or stolen—you'll accumulate. The more insignificant your existence, the less you express your life, the more you possess, the greater your externalized life becomes, and the more your alienated essence accumulates.

—Karl Marx

[Economic and Philosophical Manuscripts of 1844]

If I live only to make and save money, what's left of my life?

Pursuing high efficiency, working tirelessly to earn money, and then spending it all in a daze... that kind of life is too tiring.

Xianyu thought about it and realized that she also needed leisure and enjoyment in her life. She could make money and accumulate capital, but that wasn't the priority. She also wanted to eat, drink, and have fun, and enjoy life comfortably.

Money is ultimately just a symbol that you can't take with you when you die.

As the saying goes, "I wanted to buy osmanthus flowers and share wine, but it will never be like the carefree days of my youth." Many things, such as life experiences, cannot be bought with money.

For example, a family might happily gather together to make wontons and celebrate their reunion.

For example, chatting and eating melons with the wives of military personnel and having a good time.

...

"Anyway, if I become the factory manager one day, then everything will be done my way. We'll talk about it after I go bankrupt."

Qin Xiangxiang said calmly.

By early September each year, Feiyan United Textile Factory is mostly preparing for the Autumn Canton Fair, and various parties are paying close attention, calling to urge them on.

"Director Qin, the Ministry attaches great importance to this diplomatic meeting. I heard that several major clients are coming. Your Feiyan United Textile Factory is a key player, so we must not let you down."

Qin Xiangxiang has been involved with the Canton Fair for almost ten years, so it's no longer a novelty for her; it's just like an annual routine.

Even now, the Canton Fair in Guangzhou remains an important window for foreign trade.

"Factory manager, we just received an urgent document from Pengcheng..." Wang Youyou ran over with a document in her hand and spoke to Qin Xiangxiang in a low voice.

In 1982, "Pengcheng" was a very distant, vague, and even confusing and mysterious concept for the vast majority of state-owned enterprise employees in Shanghai.

This is an "invitation".

The signature is "Pengcheng Special Economic Zone Development Company".

The invitation was simple and straightforward:

We cordially invite Mr. Qin Xiangxiang, Director of Feiyan United Textile Factory, to visit Shenzhen in the near future to discuss the establishment of a "window company" and investment in factory construction.