Dong Shan was furious, but he still suppressed his anger and dialed the number again. "Hello? I wasn't finished talking! If we can't obtain a heavy-truck license, the company's next step—going public—can't proceed, so—"
"Stop talking that nonsense."
The person on the other end cut Dong Shan off directly, then said coldly, "Do you think I don't know how important the license is? Do you know how great a price we paid to arrange prototype testing for you?
The First Branch Factory's prototype hasn't even been fully developed yet! You had heaven's timing, favorable terrain, and popular support all on your side, yet you still lost cleanly and completely.
We told you to listen to the workers' strong opinions and report them upward, yet you leaked the news that very same day.
Dong Shan, your incompetence has truly opened my eyes. It has also put us in a passive position. What else do you want to say now? What right does a piece of trash have to say anything?"
"..."
Dong Shan was dumbfounded by the scolding. When he had been useful, he had been praised as a "heroic pillar of talent." Yet now, after making only a few minor mistakes, he had been branded incompetent.
But Dong Shan asked himself honestly: if the person on the other end had been put in charge of everything he had gone through, ninety-nine percent of them would have done worse than him!
If he was incompetent, then the person on the other end was even more incompetent.
But those words—"incompetent"—were not something Dong Shan could say aloud.
Dong Shan could only suppress himself and explain, "But even so, we cannot agree to Li Ye's proposal. If we borrow Jicheng Heavy Truck Company's license for production, our listing application will have a hard