The news that Niu Hongzhang had smashed a cup spread through Light Vehicle Company's entire management within half a day. Any employee with even a little pull knew that Li Ye and Niu Hongzhang had torn off all pretense of civility.
Lu Zhizhang entered Li Ye's office, shut the door, and quietly asked, "What should we do now? Do we need to make any arrangements?"
Li Ye smiled. "What arrangements do you want to make? We're not staging a rebellion. What, should we start sharpening knives and polishing guns?"
Lu Zhizhang looked at Li Ye for several seconds, then sighed. "You really have a big heart. Old Niu is no small-minded man; he won't be willing to swallow a loss. General Manager Ma has only been in office for a few months. We still need some time."
Lu Zhizhang's words were rather blunt, carrying the faint scent of actual rebellion.
Ma Zhaoxian still had the word "acting" hanging over his head, while Niu Hongzhang had been sent down from above to set things in order. If they started fighting among themselves now, what would the higher-ups think?
That would not be good for First Branch Factory's established policy of "stockpiling grain broadly and claiming the throne slowly"!
No matter how capable Li Ye was, he was only twenty-five this year. They could not possibly elevate him to the position of top leader, second leader, or third leader. After all that tossing around, there would not be much benefit to gain.
If they had another half year, the situation Li Ye faced would be entirely different.
Half a year later, the two new production lines would surely be operational. If the profits were good, the word "acting" over Ma Zhaoxian's head ought to disappear as well.
Once Ma Zhaoxian had gained