When Li Ye had been pouring money into building up the First Branch Factory, he had discussed the feasibility of future shareholding reform with his old mother, Pei Wencong, and the others.
But in the automotive industry of the 1990s, private enterprises were far too likely to get strangled at the throat. Even Fengtian Automobile Factory had been unable to obtain a "birth permit" for its sedans for years, so Li Ye had not considered converting from public to private ownership anytime soon.
And even if it really did become privately owned someday, whether Li Ye would still hold a post at the First Branch Factory was another question. After all, Wen Leyu, Wen Qingsheng, and Teacher Ke all wanted Li Ye to remain within the public system. At worst, they could find someone else to serve as chairman and legal representative.
So when Ma Zhaoxian mentioned Dong Shan's objective, likely to turn Southwest Heavy Truck Company into a shareholding enterprise, Li Ye instinctively felt that although the force behind Dong Shan was powerful, Dong Shan himself might be an illegitimate son or a glove puppet.
If that was really the case, Dong Shan was just there to rake in money and could never ascend to any grand stage. But in this great game of chess, everyone was a piece on the board; no one had any right to laugh at anyone else.
Li Ye thought for a moment and said, "Uncle Ma, for the time being, I have no plans to introduce shareholding reform at the First Branch Factory."
"The First Branch Factory's momentum is excellent right now. Any major change or upheaval could damage that momentum."
"You're right. The First Branch Factory's momentum absolutely cannot be affected."
Ma Zhaoxian nodded and looked at Li Ye. "So don't agree