Jin Peng truly deserved his reputation as a big-shot foreign trader who had put down roots in Soviet Russia for seven or eight years. Within a single day, he had gathered all the supplies Li Ye needed and delivered the list to him.
Li Ye and Sun Xianjin brought the list to Deputy Director Liang together. He was delighted after reading it and praised them repeatedly.
"Good, good, good. Yesterday, I even called home to complain that one penny could stump a hero. They said the soonest they could give us definite support would be after the Spring Festival.
I was worried sick. Luckily, you two lads are genuinely capable. Now I don't feel the least bit uneasy."
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Liang Furu's praise only made Li Ye and Sun Xianjin more cautious. Back home had said they could provide support "at the soonest after the Spring Festival"—but what if it was "at the latest"?
At the very least, there had to be an explanation. They needed to arrange for someone to formally take delivery and sign and seal the accounts for the goods bought on credit!
Definite support? Did signing and sealing count as support?
Li Ye had the heart to revive China and was willing to make sacrifices for certain causes, but Bian Jingjing might not necessarily feel the same way. After all, compared with Li Ye, her modest wealth was not worth a hair.
A billionaire donating a hundred thousand did not hurt or itch, but if an ordinary family donated ten thousand, they would have to leave a dish off the dinner table!
Besides, the mainland's habit of shirking responsibility and passing the buck in certain matters had always drawn criticism. What if they produced the goods and recorded the debt, only for the other side to deny