"Make them tear into each other more viciously? Let me think about it."
After hearing Li Ye out, Wen Leyu did not agree right away. Instead, she considered it cautiously for a while.
Then she shook her head slightly. "No rush for now. Our mom said Yuli still has something to rely on. Too much is as bad as too little; we'd better wait and watch what happens."
Li Ye was surprised. "She still has backing? Who else is supporting her?"
"Our mom didn't explain it in detail. Just keep your cool for now! They're the ones in a hurry. What are we rushing for?"
"True. Then there's no rush."
Li Ye still trusted his little wife's judgment. When it came to making money, Li Ye, with his cheat, bowed to no one. But when it came to political wisdom, he could not catch up even if he rode a horse.
What Li Ye had not expected was that Yuli's backing was rather formidable—and rather arrogant.
On the morning of January 3rd, Li Ye suddenly received a call from the gatehouse.
"Director Li, several people suddenly came to the gate looking for you. I stopped them to register according to regulations, but they don't seem to have come in peace. They're making a scene here right now! What should we do?"
"They dared make a scene with you? Didn't you ask which unit they were from?"
Li Ye found it quite surprising. Ever since he had established the First Branch Factory's visitor policy, the gatehouse security staff had undergone repeated training, and their ability to handle situations had become very strong. Yet these people had actually rattled them somewhat. What kind of background did they have?
"I asked. One is a newspaper reporter, and another woman says she knows you.