Li Ye and Cong Jinhong had just stepped out when they ran into Gan Zhongjie and Weng Keming, both wearing hostile expressions.
Li Ye teased, "Oh? What's going on today? Have you all come to my place to catch the morning market?"
Because Shang Bin had quietly softened his stance these past few days, Li Ye was willing to give him some face. That was why he spoke with a smile.
When colleagues dealt with one another, a real smile or a fake smile was still a smile. Smiling was never wrong.
But Gan Zhongjie did not smile.
Nor did Weng Keming.
With a dark expression, Weng Keming said, "Comrade Li Ye, have you heard about the collective strike by the technical staff from your First Branch Factory?"
"A collective strike?"
Li Ye's expression chilled as well.
Although Shang Bin had only let Jia Zhongyue take sick leave after Gan Zhongjie slammed his hand on the table, Li Ye's attitude toward Gan Zhongjie had not changed much.
Gan Zhongjie's original intention had been to send Southwest Heavy Truck Company's technical management personnel into the First Branch Factory to conduct Kamaz Project research there.
But Li Ye had refused outright. He had only sent thirty technical personnel, carrying the complete set of Kamaz technical blueprints, all the way to the southwest to assist Southwest Heavy Truck Company with research and development.
Even after Gan Zhongjie noticed midway through that those thirty people were "slacking off," Li Ye had not sent a single additional person. He had merely told them to change tactics: stop slacking off and instead seriously learn from Southwest Heavy Truck Company's technical staff.
I handed you a group of people thirsty for knowledge, free of charge. What could you possibly complain about? At the very least, it should