May 7th, Thursday, overcast with rain.
At ten in the morning, the drizzling rain that had fallen all night finally stopped, but the sky remained dark and heavy. Before long, that irritating fine rain would probably start falling again.
In his office, Niu Hongzhang was on the phone. His tone was calm, even carrying a measure of respect, but his expression was darker than the sky outside the window.
"Yes. When he first came back a few days ago, we already exchanged views. He has no intention whatsoever of letting go of any of the important components."
"No intention whatsoever of letting go? Heh, he doesn't want to let go of the cab either?"
"We didn't focus on discussing the cab, but I know a batch of large stamping machines has just been shipped from Eastern Europe. They're said to be intended for expanding a new stamping workshop. He probably wants to keep a tight grip on those too."
"They've already been shipped from Eastern Europe? So he's very enthusiastic about the Kamaz Project now?"
"..."
Niu Hongzhang narrowed his eyes and answered with certainty, "Yes, very enthusiastic. Their technical department has been working overtime frequently these past few days. They should have begun tackling the technical challenges."
The person on the other end suddenly interrupted Niu Hongzhang, speaking somewhat sternly. "Niu Hongzhang, stop saying 'they' and 'they.' You are part of the Light Vehicle Company,
and you are also their leader. You can fully keep track of every move made by the First Branch Factory in real time, instead of using words like 'should' and 'probably' to explain the progress of the Kamaz Project to me."
"You need to understand that those above have always supported you and trusted you because they believe you will not disappoint our expectations."