Li Ye definitely would not be taking part in any Spring Festival Gala, and he believed this matter would most likely fizzle out. Niu Hongzhang was purely indulging in wishful thinking.
Because Tao Xin simply had no ability to get the Light Vehicle Company's name added to the Spring Festival Gala program list.
But several days later, Lu Zhizhang brought news that "everything had gone smoothly."
"Old Niu personally called this morning and said Ge Qiang and the others should stop working before the New Year and devote themselves fully to preparing for the Spring Festival Gala. He also told us to provide a vehicle for flexible support."
Li Ye rubbed his chin and asked doubtfully, "Old Lu, Old Niu was cursing Breakdancing one moment, then strongly supporting it the next. That's a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn. Doesn't he feel awkward himself?"
"I find it strange too. Although he keeps saying that, for the unit's interests, personal preferences are insignificant, such a stiff turn doesn't fit his style!"
Lu Zhizhang was equally puzzled. Though many people who climbed to the mountaintop were masters of acting, carrying all kinds of masks in their pockets and ready at any time to perform the special art of "face-changing" for you,
was Niu Hongzhang, a man who still rode a clunky old bicycle to work, really the sort who believed that everything could be adapted? Wasn't he afraid the factory workers would laugh at him?
Over these past few days, all kinds of rumors had already spread through the factory.
Even if the Light Vehicle Company's name made it onto the Spring Festival Gala and Niu Hongzhang gained some benefits, both Li Ye and Lu Zhizhang felt it was not worth it.
First of all, the favor owed to the television station was no small thing.