"How could he do this? This is the direction of my research!"
Yue Mengmeng was furious.
Because the report before her used a great deal of material overlapping with the article she had spent days racking her brains to write. The other side had published first, and if she published hers now, it would clearly look like she was picking up scraps from someone else's table—perhaps even inviting accusations of plagiarism, of pouring old wine into a new bottle.
And First Branch Factory was clearly a highly successful pilot unit for reform. It had always advocated "not keeping idle hands," yet this report seemed to be loudly declaring, "We won't cast off burdens. We are willing to shoulder greater social responsibility."
Wasn't that utter nonsense?
If you, Li Ye, were willing to shoulder greater responsibility, why not give everyone at the main factory a two-bedroom apartment?
Tomorrow, merge every loss-making unit that could not pay its wages into your organization and see whether you would still be willing to shoulder that responsibility.
What angered Yue Mengmeng even more was that the report's author was called "Winter Tree." Yet from the author's writing habits and the details of the material, Yue Mengmeng knew at a glance that it was Seven-Inch Blade's work.
Over the years, she had studied Li Ye's works quite a bit. She knew them far too well.
When Editor-in-Chief Yang saw Yue Mengmeng lose her temper, he asked in a low voice, "What? Do you know this author?"
Suppressing her anger, Yue Mengmeng nodded. "He is the deputy factory director of First Branch Factory. A few days ago, I went to see him, and we discussed the situation at Light Vehicle Company First Branch Factory together. We exchanged many of our views. I never expected him to publish