The day after Li Ye returned from "Mr. Wang's," Cong Jinhong discussed with him the idea of gathering everyone from the Office Building Preparatory Group to discuss the office building project bid.
Li Ye said blandly, "Sister Cong, it's almost year-end already. Are you really in such a hurry? Besides, we still don't know whether that plot at Sanli River will cause trouble. Shouldn't we discuss it after the New Year?"
Cong Jinhong said with a smile, "It's not me who's in a hurry. Yesterday, Secretary Shang communicated with the people at Sanli River, and they guaranteed they wouldn't pursue the matter anymore.
We're spending this New Year in someone else's office building. We can't still be staying here by next Spring Festival, can we? Of course we have to hurry!"
"They won't pursue it anymore? How generous of them!" Li Ye gave a sarcastic laugh, then said, "Fine. The meeting's in half an hour, right? I'll make some preparations and head over."
"Alright, then I'll notify the others."
Cong Jinhong glanced at Li Ye, unable to figure out what exactly he meant by "preparations."
He isn't going to pull some new stunt again, is he? Doesn't he understand that when the water is too clear, there are no fish? How did he rise to this position?
Cong Jinhong truly had a headache. She had known Li Ye for only two or three months, yet it felt as if they had forged an enmity over eight lifetimes. He opposed her at every turn.
So many things everyone accepted as customary became insurmountable hurdles when they reached Li Ye. By rights, after climbing to his current rank, he ought to have learned how to "behave," so why was he so unable to fit in?
At nine-thirty, Li Ye arrived at the