"Director Li, I have to drink another cup with you. These past few days, I've heard too many stories about you—legendary, absolutely legendary."
"I can't drink anymore. I still have to work this afternoon!"
"Hey, what work? We have to drink until the end of the workday."
After the Dragon Boat Festival, the people from Fengtian Automobile Factory were leaving.
They had stayed in Beijing for nearly a month and argued with the people from the First Branch Factory for over half of it. But since they were leaving, they still had to observe basic courtesy. A farewell banquet had to be arranged.
And at this farewell banquet, Director Hua and Director Wang seemed to have suddenly seen the light. Both came over to build rapport with Li Ye. They were men in their forties, yet whenever they drank with Li Ye, they kept lowering their cups until they were level with his, leaving Li Ye thoroughly embarrassed.
Shandong people had plenty of rules when it came to drinking. Li Ye sometimes found them a little pretentious, but cup height was not a custom unique to Shandong. Li Ye was only in his twenties; if their cups were level, that would be disrespectful.
"What legendary nonsense? I was just young and ignorant, throwing myself into blind struggle with all my might. Don't listen to them making it more and more mystical."
"How is that making it more and more mystical?"
Director Hua leaned against Li Ye's shoulder and said as if they were old friends, "We're brother units. Our Jinbei 130 truck and Beijing 130 share a deep connection, so everyone knows how much family property the others have."
"But look at things now. The First Branch Factory has been around for less than three years, yet it has made