At the end of every year, company managers were all busy—busy dealing with various financial and tax matters, and, more importantly, busy with year-end summaries and reporting their achievements to their superiors.
If this year's performance had been excellent, then naturally they would be thrilled, waiting for praise from above and building capital for their future promotions.
But if this year's performance had been terrible, then they had to think of something. If there were no achievements, they had to create achievements. Anyone who could not create achievements had no future.
At the end of October, Lu Zhizhang also came to Li Ye, rather embarrassedly expressing that he wanted to carry out a face project.
"Li Ye, do you think we can speed up the progress on the van and produce a few prototype vehicles before New Year's Day?"
"Prototype vehicles?"
Li Ye said helplessly, "Old Lu, haven't we got plenty of achievements to report this year? Why resort to falsification? What if someone exposes it? Setting aside people saying we're faking things, what would the workers in the factory think?"
The First Branch Factory had performed very well that year. Other than suffering slight losses during the months when the Head Factory Director got into trouble, it had turned substantial profits the rest of the time. Both imported projects were also progressing smoothly, and the Mini Truck could enter limited production before the end of the year—more than enough to support an exceptionally dazzling year-end report.
But now, it seemed Lu Zhizhang was still not satisfied. He wanted to add the results of the Mitsubishi van as well, swallowing a fat man in one bite and earning the First Branch Factory some proper praise from above.
But the problem was that according to the original plan, the van using