Among the information Li Ye had received in advance was a profile on Professor Xiahou Qingzhi of Qing University.
He had been a student at Tong University in Shanghai in the 1950s. After graduating, he went to Austria for several years of further study, then returned and transferred to Qing University to continue his education. In the end, he became a "well-known scholar" in the field, with disciples and grand-disciples everywhere.
And Qiao Jinfeng, who had bungled the negotiations when List Company came to negotiate some time ago, had once been Professor Xiahou's student.
The old gentleman considered himself a man of lofty virtue and great prestige. Hearing Li Ye fire off a string of barbed remarks, his face immediately fell.
"Director Li, why are your words carrying such a smell of gunpowder? Did I tell you to play mute?"
"A smell of gunpowder?"
Li Ye sneered coldly. "If someone had raised a child for two years and watched that child about to be strangled to death, shouldn't they have a little gunpowder in their words?"
"..."
The moment Li Ye said that, the meeting room seemed to truly fill with the smell of gunpowder, choking everyone into stifled irritation.
Sensing that the atmosphere in the meeting room had turned wrong, Niu Hongzhang immediately barked, "Li Ye, watch your language. What sort of occasion is this? Who is trying to strangle your child? Who are you throwing gunpowder at?"
Li Ye glanced at Niu Hongzhang and said very calmly, "Was I wrong? Our First Branch Factory has researched this project for nearly two years, spending millions in research funds and gathering the painstaking efforts of hundreds of people,
yet because of a single written recommendation from a few experts and scholars, it is to be halted and scrapped. How is