Li Ye arrived at the First Branch Factory the very next day and went straight to Zhang Xiaoshuai, the head of the finance department, instructing him to handle the sponsorship for Bu Qingjun.
"This is a national-level research project. Because of confidentiality, the remittance arrangements are somewhat unusual. I'll sign for it, and I'll bear the responsibility."
"Factory Director, you must be joking. We all have complete faith in your expertise."
Naturally, Zhang Xiaoshuai complied with Li Ye's request without question. But after saying all that, he pulled Li Ye aside and spent quite a while whispering some "confidential" words.
"Factory Director, that woman is Zhuo Minglan. Since last year, several colleagues have seen her getting into Assistant Shang Bin's car. At first, they sneaked around, but now they don't even bother avoiding people anymore."
Li Ye frowned slightly and carefully studied Zhuo Minglan for a few moments.
She wore a pair of rimless glasses that were rarely seen in this era. Her hairstyle was fashionable, and her clothes had a distinctly foreign flair. Yet the casual sweep of her gaze around the room gave Li Ye a faint sense of arrogance.
Seeing that Li Ye said nothing, Zhang Xiaoshuai lowered his voice again. "Director Li, we originally had no right to interfere in anyone's private life, but lately she's constantly trying to get access to some of our finance department's core secrets.
"I warned her several times, but not only did she refuse to listen, she even argued with me. She said I was personally biased against her and restricting her right to work."
Li Ye asked mildly, "Restricting her rights? How much authority does she want?"
Zhang Xiaoshuai pursed his lips. "She wants more authority than I have. She keeps pointing fingers at some of our organization's financial