Experience from two lifetimes had taught Li Ye that when someone had it in for you, no matter what you said, they would argue for the sake of arguing. Right or wrong, they had to sing a different tune.
So after Li Ye voiced his views about "lazybones loving fraud," many people around him began offering opposing opinions.
"Deputy General Manager Li's thinking is a little one-sided. As the saying goes, profit stirs the heart. When someone faces an enormous gap in profits, whether they are good at using their brains or skilled in physical labor, they may give rise to evil thoughts."
"Exactly! Does fraud distinguish between clever people and honest ones? As long as someone likes money, they carry the potential risk of committing fraud."
"Old Ma, we're saying this for your own good, really. Think about it: if your Jingnan Group's products become the primary target of fraudsters, or if ordinary people without the means to bear the burden end up unable to repay their loans, that would be terrible for your organization's reputation too, wouldn't it?"
Faced with everyone's various "kind intentions," Ma Zhaoxian greeted them all with a smile. "Hehehe, yes, yes, yes. We'll certainly strengthen our risk prevention after we get back. We absolutely cannot give criminals an opening to exploit."
"Hey, there's no sincerity in those words. How did you, Ma Zhaoxian, become so slick too?"
If I weren't a little slick, wouldn't you all treat me like a fool to be played?
The booming sales of Jingcheng Brand heavy trucks had Ma Zhaoxian over the moon. His old worries about razor-thin profits from low-price dumping had long since flown beyond the nine heavens. Anyone could tell, just by thinking with their toes, that these people were green with envy as they urged