In his previous life, Li Ye had heard a saying—men loved cars more than they loved their wives.
Because wives had tempers of their own, and at the drop of a hat they would throw a tantrum and torment you, making you sad and making you hurt.
Cars were different. Men loved cars because they loved how obedient they were.
When you lightly pressed the accelerator, she would murmur happily, expressing her easy, joyful delight.
When you floored the gas and sped along, she would follow your wishes as well, roaring as she burst forth with fiery passion.
And when you hit the brakes, although she was terribly unwilling, she would squeal resentfully while still having no choice but to brake sharply and stop, protecting you from injury.
Without complaint or regret, never leaving nor abandoning you, docile and obedient—this was the true reason cars had fought their way out from among all the dazzling beauties to claim the number-two spot on men's cherished list.
Li Ye was driving a new vehicle fitted with an Isuzu Diesel Engine that had just been developed by the R&D Workshop.
As Li Ye varied the throttle, the diesel engine gave off either hurried or relaxed clattering sounds. Crisp and pleasing to the ear, it also delivered powerful performance.
Li Ye drove continuously for an hour, running through countless rounds of third- and fifth-gear tests before finally returning to the First Branch Factory and stopping in front of Wu Yan and the others.
Wu Yan and the others had been unable to wait any longer. They rushed over in a swarm and surrounded Li Ye, like the girls of a flower house who had gone three days without customers and had finally spotted a wealthy patron with a fortune wrapped around his waist.
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