"Reporter Yue, our factory really isn't as exceptional as you say. We merely happened to introduce two production lines, then took in a large number of unemployed young people.
With the sudden increase in young workers, we fell somewhat short on management cadres, so we followed precedent and made internal transfers to fill the gaps. The written tests and interviews were merely methods of selection.
There were precedents for this in our company's history as well. So if you hold our factory up as a model of the times, you're really giving us too much credit. We don't deserve it, we don't deserve it. Absolutely not."
After chatting with Yue Mengmeng for only a short while, Li Ye had guessed her general intention. So he made his position clear in advance: We're very ordinary. Go flatter someone else.
But Yue Mengmeng was a veteran reporter. Naturally, she possessed a streak of unyielding tenacity. How could she possibly give up so easily?
She pulled out her interview notebook and flipped through it as she said, "Li Ye, you're still as modest as ever.
"Since last year, your First Branch Factory has been the first to establish admission standards for talent. You don't want workers who haven't graduated from high school, and you don't want College and Technical School Students whose specialties don't match the job."
"Compared with the employment policies of other units, which are still stuck in the era of the communal pot, this is undoubtedly a huge step forward. We should promote it nationwide."
If I wanted to promote it nationwide, would I need you?
Li Ye could not help grumbling inwardly.
Over the years, he had remained in close contact with Dong Yuejin. He had even had his mother, Fu Guiru, inject a large sum of "sponsorship" money