After the joy of "getting on the Spring Festival Gala" came to nothing, rumors began to circulate in both the First Branch Factory and the main factory, saying that certain people were stingy with money and lacked any sense of the bigger picture.
But surprisingly, in just a few days, the wind shifted.
"Why should the First Branch Factory be the one paying again? With such a huge estate, can't the main factory scrape together four hundred thousand?"
"Exactly. When they sold that Mercedes-Benz car to Guan Liang for two thousand, why weren't they short on money then? I asked someone who knows their stuff. You couldn't buy that car for four hundred thousand."
"Mm, you're right. Four hundred thousand can't buy that Mercedes-Benz, and it can't buy back a life either. If Old Niu still doesn't return the car to Guan Liang, heh heh heh heh."
"I thought he was so firm in his stance! Never expected him to go soft in the end."
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Niu Hongzhang stood before the window, his face dark as he stared outside. He remained there for two full hours.
He truly could not understand why Li Ye, who had always spent money with such a lavish hand, refused to fork over four hundred thousand no matter what.
Wasn't he a famous prodigal son? The money he had spent preparing New Year goods for the First Branch Factory's workers amounted to several lots of four hundred thousand already, didn't it?
And Guan Liang's Mercedes-Benz car was another thorn in Niu Hongzhang's chest.
When Niu Hongzhang had first arrived at the Light Vehicle Company, he had needed to display a thunderous, decisive style in order to establish his authority as quickly as possible. So when his subordinates came to ask what should be done with