"I called only to tell you that there's a problem within your own ranks."
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After Guo Donglun said that, he fell silent, clearly waiting for Li Ye's response.
Naturally, Li Ye did not respond right away, because he did not know whether this was Guo Donglun's attempt to sow discord.
During Hao Jian's years in Pengcheng, Li Ye had basically placed no restrictions on him. Personnel promotions and financial allocations were all Hao Jian's call. Calling him the local emperor of Fenghua Apparel would not have been an exaggeration.
But for a grassroots company in the early stages of savage growth, that was perfectly normal. When the Great Song accepted the Liangshan bandits' surrender, did they not know they were bandits?
You could not have people fight and bleed for you, seize territory for you, then turn around and say they had violated rules and laws and needed to be investigated and purged to purify the ranks, could you?
Well, someone like Guo Donglun did enjoy playing that game. Now that Fenghua Apparel had stabilized and private enterprises were allowed to exist, people like Hao Jian being cast aside once the birds had all been shot was the normal ending.
But Li Ye came from decades in the future, and there was still a streak of righteousness in him. Never mind that Hao Jian might not even have selfish motives—if he did, they could still follow the agreement they had made back at the Second Grain Store: go their separate ways and part peacefully.
So he did not like hearing Guo Donglun open with such divisive words.
"Old Guo, we haven't been in touch for so many years. We finally get on the phone, and this is what you want to tell me?"
Guo Donglun was silent for several