"This... I'm afraid that won't do."
"No, no, no, we really won't pursue it anymore. All the leaders have treated us very well too. The dead must be respected."
The more Li Ye tried to uncover the truth, the more terrified Old Mrs. Guo became.
It was as if she were holding a scalding blind box in her hands. If she did not open it, she could still maintain the status quo. But once she opened it, it might become a case of chickens scattering and eggs breaking.
So—would she open it or not?
"Hehehehe. Although the employees' private affairs are important, on an occasion like today, official business should come first. We've prepared a few gifts for the winners."
Lu Zhizhang hurried up from below the stage and quietly grabbed his arm.
Compared with Li Ye, who was full of hot-blooded defiance and ready to fight at the slightest provocation, Lu Zhizhang, the chief steward, had far more angles to consider.
Lu Zhizhang had gone to Japan back then as well, so of course he knew how Guo Huai had died. Yet after speaking with Secretary Guo on the phone, he had still arranged a temporary position for Guo Xiaosi.
So was Lu Zhizhang not aggrieved?
Of course he was unwilling too. But what if Secretary Han had been "following the higher-ups' wishes" and made the First Branch Factory take in this trouble?
Although two years had passed and the storm had long since blown over, Secretary Han had been promoted last year. Lu Zhizhang felt that over an old woman and a temporary-worker slot, there was no need to tear away that fig leaf.
But Li Ye no longer intended to carry this blame.
"It's fine. I know what I'm doing."
Li Ye gently shook off Lu Zhizhang's