"Honor was yours, glory was yours, but the profits lost belonged to others. This absolutely could not be allowed to happen in our First Branch Factory."
Li Ye rose directly to speak, his tone razor-sharp, instantly silencing the meeting room.
Especially since people like Shang Bin did not understand Li Ye's usual style, they found it even more unbelievable.
Using his own willingness to endure hardship to coerce his colleagues into suffering alongside him, then winning honor for himself in the end—what a harsh accusation that was.
If you wanted to suffer, then suffer! Why drag everyone else in? Are you the only capable one?
What Li Ye was doing now was just short of pointing at Weng Keming's nose and calling him a "hypocrite, Yue Buqun."
Weng Keming's expression turned ugly. He truly had not expected Li Ye to be so "lacking in martial virtue."
Wasn't this kind of "let me make a statement" speech the most familiar routine imaginable?
I had even given up my own overtime pay. Shouldn't everyone be rushing to praise me, then promote my deeds and image throughout the entire organization?
So my selfless dedication was wrong now?
Even if I was wrong, couldn't you have talked to me privately? Why embarrass me in front of so many people? Embarrassing me was slapping Shang Bin across the face—didn't you know that?
Shang Bin was also unhappy, but he still said with a smile, "Li Ye, sit down first, sit down. Don't get too worked up. Old Weng didn't mean it that way."
Cong Jinhong also said to Li Ye, "Exactly! Old Weng only wanted to encourage everyone to treat the factory as their home and not care too much about personal gains and losses. Could you sit down first?"
"..."
Li Ye slowly sat