In his previous life, Li Ye had heard one of Zhou Xingxing's lines: "Once, a sincere love was placed before me, but I did not cherish it. If Heaven gave me another chance, the time limit would be ten thousand years."
The reason this line had endured for decades was that it confirmed two great facets of human nature—failing to cherish and loving to regret.
A life passed in a mere few decades. There were far too many opportunities that one only learned to cherish after missing them, only learned to regret—and more importantly, Heaven would not give one another chance.
So when Li Ye made it clear to Dong Shan that this was "your last chance," Dong Shan showed not the slightest appreciation. He even believed Li Ye was humiliating his dignity from the lofty stance of a superior.
I'm still the top man of a huge factory with tens of thousands of people. You're giving me a chance? Am I your family's servant or maid? Do you think you're some kind of savior?
The corners of Dong Shan's mouth curled up slightly as he asked Li Ye blandly, "Deputy General Manager Li, if I accept this opportunity, can you make Southwest Heavy Truck Company become like the Light Vehicle Company? Can you bring the wages of Southwest's tens of thousands of workers up to the Light Vehicle Company's standard?"
"I can't guarantee that."
Li Ye immediately denied Dong Shan's assumption.
What a joke. If I guaranteed it now, wouldn't that mean I had deliberately refused to help Southwest Heavy Truck Company before?
It had been a year since Jingnan Group's merger, and Southwest Heavy Truck Company's situation had only worsened. If Li Ye pounded his chest and made such a guarantee now, would that not mean he had