Li Ye had never feared many people in his life, because whatever he did, his conscience was clear. He did no shameful deeds, so he feared no ghosts knocking at his door.
But this time, Great God Ni wanted to "talk about something," and Li Ye truly felt conflicted.
Back then, Great God Ni had given up a high-paying overseas job to return to the mainland, endured the suppression of Old Liu and the others to pursue research and development, suffered indignities and exhaustion—what had he done it all for?
Wasn't it for the nation's strength and prosperity?
But now, Li Ye's Fengyu Electronics was going to take away Mobile Company's technical manpower. It did look rather like a private company prying bricks from a state-owned enterprise's wall. Could Old Ni, an old-school intellectual, understand Li Ye?
So after giving it some thought, Li Ye decided to have a proper talk with Great God Ni. "Old Ni, let's meet at the First Branch Factory cafeteria today! Our computer system has had some problems lately, so you can take a look for us while you're at it."
But Great God Ni said gravely, "The small cafeteria at your First Branch Factory is indeed quite good, but today I'm treating. Come to my home instead!"
"Alright, I'll be there shortly."
The First Branch Factory's cooks were truly excellent, but there were too many people and too many mouths there, and it was also Li Ye's turf. So Li Ye guessed that Great God Ni was genuinely in a bad mood today.
Sure enough, when Li Ye arrived at Great God Ni's home, he discovered that Great God Ni was not only in a bad mood—he looked even worse.
His eyes were deeply sunken, his face waxen yellow, and fever blisters had broken