At this year's year-end briefing, Li Ye had been brimming with confidence. Yet for some reason, Shang Bin had been scheduled to speak before him.
Weren't big shots supposed to save their speeches for the grand finale?
Li Ye did not quite understand, but when Shang Bin's confident, grand voice echoed through the hall, he finally understood why the man had achieved jack squat over the years yet still stayed ahead of everyone else.
"Under the correct ideological guidance of leaders at every level, our unit pooled its wisdom and strength this year. Through everyone's joint efforts, we exceeded our production targets, increasing output by 43 percent and selling more than 193,000 vehicles of all types."
"Our unit has always maintained a spirit of progress in technological research and development. This year, we completed four major R&D projects and eleven smaller ones. Among them, the 2.0-liter electronic fuel-injection gasoline engine project was the first of its kind domestically and reached an internationally advanced level."
"Our unit has upheld its traditions and proactively shouldered social employment pressure. This year, we added 4,500 employees, while workers' wages rose by an average of 27 percent."
"..."
Li Ye looked up at the impassioned Shang Bin on the stage, then lowered his head to look at the speech in his own hands. An absurd thought rose uncontrollably in his heart.
You fucking weren't even plagiarizing anymore. You were straight-up copying and pasting!
Shang Bin had truly walked someone else's road and left them nowhere to walk. Every achievement and contribution of the First Branch Factory this year had become a glittering highlight in his year-end report, and he had stolen them without the slightest hesitation.
But if you really stood up and loudly exposed the man, you might have to face a sharp and