Though Cong Jinhong was deeply displeased, she still followed Li Ye's suggestion and loaded half a truck of gifts to go borrow flowers to offer Buddha.
If it came down to fifty thousand yuan, Cong Jinhong could certainly find a way to squeeze it out. After all, she was a vice president of Jingnan Group; it was impossible for her to have no authority at all.
But this was an official visit. Why should she use her own resources? Besides, the other party was, after all, a broker. It would not sound right if brought into the open.
And Li Ye was the deputy leader of the new Office Building Preparatory Group. If the visit bypassed Li Ye, then there would still be land mortgages, loans, and all kinds of tenders for the office building project to deal with afterward.
If Li Ye put obstacles in her way, forget about getting a little private gain—by the end, she would not even know whether the office building could be completed.
If the office building project fell through, the boundless fury Shang Bin had been bottling up inside would, without question, burn its way onto Cong Jinhong's head.
How difficult was it for a woman to climb to Cong Jinhong's current position? Cong Jinhong did not want a lifetime of effort ruined by Li Ye.
"Uncle, isn't this the wrong road?"
Li Ye's car followed behind Cong Jinhong's. As they drove, he realized the route was different from what he had expected. Clearly, Cong Jinhong was taking the gifts to Wang Bingxian's private residence.
"Just follow her. We'll talk when we get there."
Li Ye was not some stubborn old fossil incapable of change. He was not overly rigid about certain things, so long as it did not turn into some furtive