On the second day after Li Ye and the others arrived in San Francisco, Li Ye quietly called Wu Yan over.
"Old Wu, my wife is coming tomorrow. Take everyone out to explore freely for a few days. If anything urgent comes up, call me. If it's not urgent, don't bother me, understand?"
As soon as Li Ye finished speaking, he saw Wu Yan looking at him strangely, as if he had seen through Li Ye's scheme of using a business trip as an excuse to handle his own private affairs.
Li Ye laughed and cursed, "What kind of look is that? I'm taking Sunday off. What business is it of yours?"
"No, no, no, that's not what I meant."
Wu Yan's expression changed, and he said with a grin, "Li Ye, you finally look like a factory director now!"
"What do you mean by that? I didn't look like a factory director before?"
Li Ye curled his lips into a smile and flexed his ankle, ready to give Wu Yan a kick at any moment.
Damn it, I've spoiled you people rotten all day long. You don't even treat me like a leader anymore?
But Wu Yan then said, "Li Ye, you're the most selfless factory director I've ever met. To be honest, I used to wonder whether you were even human. Could you be some demon that had cultivated into human form?"
"Get the hell out of here!"
Li Ye feinted a kick, leaving a faint shoeprint on Wu Yan's pants and scaring him into fleeing in a panic.
This was downright infuriating. If he did not seek a little personal benefit for himself, he did not seem like a leader?
That afternoon, Li Ye figured Wen Leyu and the others had already boarded their flight in