"Ten five-year plans? You... sigh."
Great God Ni was speechless.
What Li Ye had just said—"I'm still young. As long as I don't die, I'll give you ten five-year plans"—had truly left him with no reply.
Because Great God Ni couldn't exactly start cursing, could he?
[Ten five-year plans? Are you trying to compete with a whole country? In this world, only the Nation of Blossoms can set a continuous goal stretching fifty years. Are you trying to keep pace with the state?]
Seeing the look on Great God Ni's face that said, "You think I'm an idiot," Li Ye asked unhappily, "What is it, Old Ni? You don't have faith in my character? Or you don't believe I can live to eighty?"
Great God Ni blurted out, "I believe in your character, and I believe you can live to eighty, but I don't believe capital won't grow greedy."
"Li Ye, you studied economics. You should understand that in the face of enormous profit, an individual's resistance is extremely weak."
"Private enterprises don't have that many restraints. Their direction of development will only tend toward their own interests; they won't consider the will of the country."
"Even if you, Li Ye, have a patriotic heart, when enormous profits are laid before you, will those shareholders of Fengyu Electronics obey you alone?"
"Forget private enterprises. Even among state-owned enterprises, I've seen plenty of brothers turning against each other and leaving nothing but chicken feathers all over the ground. For a little private gain, they would shut down projects of incomparable value."
Perhaps because he had drunk too much, Great God Ni's words became increasingly blunt and indignant, as if once the honeymoon between Fengyu Electronics and the Mobile Company ended, the favorable situation he had painstakingly built over the years would