After Li Juan graduated and received her assignment, First Branch Factory also received its allocation of College and Technical School Students. Unlike Li Juan's side, where people "wanted to stay but couldn't," here they started fighting over them before the students had even shown up. There simply were not enough to go around.
Lu Zhizhang entered Li Ye's office, his face drenched in sweat. He opened Li Ye's "thermos box," took out a can of ice-cold Pengcheng Red Bull, and gulped it down in one breath.
Li Ye hurriedly advised him, "Old Lu, slow down. Drinks this cold will upset your stomach and spleen. If you ruin your gut, you'll be the one suffering."
"I've got a bellyful of fire. I needed something cold to put it out."
Lu Zhizhang tossed a list to Li Ye and said, "The College and Technical School Students assigned to us will start reporting tomorrow. Take a look and tell me how we should place them."
Li Ye pulled a long face. "Old Lu, that won't do! Didn't we agree? You'd be responsible for assigning the students to departments, and I'd be responsible for firing them up. What, are you trying to wash your hands of it? You want to work me to death?"
"Don't even mention firing them up."
Lu Zhizhang said irritably, "We haven't even seen the students yet, and people here are already pumped full of chicken blood. Every one of them is dragging me around demanding university graduates. Eighty-one people aren't enough at all. Even if you chopped them in half, there still wouldn't be enough."
Only then could Li Ye not help laughing. "Now you know there aren't enough? When I thought the number was too small a few days ago, weren't you the one persuading me? Be content