The day after Li Ye visited the computer exhibition, Dong Shan left the capital, taking a whole host of talented people with him to the southwest.
Li Ye had looked over the finalized list of "support personnel," and Yue Lingshan and Lai Jiayi, his former colleagues, were conspicuously among them.
Yue Lingshan had been Li Ye's office colleague when he had first started working. Over the years, she had sought him out many times and made it clear that she wanted to "move up."
It was not as if Li Ye had forgotten old ties. The first time, he had asked Yue Lingshan to go with him to the First Branch Factory; the second time, he had asked her to go to Zhucheng. Yet both times, Yue Lingshan had hesitated and turned him down.
Because Yue Lingshan had always believed that after Old Ding stepped down as head of the Supply Department, she—a university-educated intellectual with connections—was certain to take the department head's throne.
But Li Ye, her greatest connection, had proven thoroughly unreliable, leaving Yue Lingshan in her thirties and still unable to climb into a full section-level post.
So this time, when the opportunity came to select personnel for the southwest, Yue Lingshan finally did not let it slip away. She was going a thousand miles from home, even leaving her child behind, determined to erase the word "deputy" from her deputy section-level title.
"Ah..."
Li Ye sighed softly, helpless in the face of Yue Lingshan's impulsiveness.
Yue Lingshan might not have lacked ability, but her habit of always trying to "take shortcuts" did not meet Li Ye's basic standards for employing people. He had tried twice in a row to straighten her out, yet she still believed herself the cleverest of all.
If she went to Southwest