"Li Ye, go back first! The police haven't reached a conclusion yet. Maybe we're just worrying for nothing."
"Alright, President Yi, then I'll head back first."
After Li Ye refused to cover for Shang Bin, Yi Mingzhao did not press the matter further. Yet Li Ye keenly caught traces of anger in his eyes.
But Li Ye had merely upheld his principles. He had even brought Dong Shan into it. With such ample reasons on his side, why should Yi Mingzhao be angry?
Even if Li Ye had kicked Shang Bin while he was down because of their earlier personal conflict, there was no reason for Yi Mingzhao to get angry, was there?
Then the only explanation was that Li Ye had not given him face, leaving him displeased and uncomfortable.
No matter how high a person's standing was, they still had the seven emotions and six desires. Once someone grew accustomed to everyone treating him with utmost respect and obeying his every word, a subordinate who refused to give him face naturally seemed terribly tactless.
Was your face really worth that much?
Li Ye found it somewhat amusing.
Given Yi Mingzhao's standing, he could not possibly fail to understand that the value of a person's face basically depended on three things.
First, the depth of the relationship between the two sides; second, whether both sides could benefit each other; third, just how great a price you had to pay for that face.
And those factors were often tangled together.
For instance, if a brother who had shared a dorm room with you for four years in college, sleeping in the bunk above or below yours, asked to borrow two hundred yuan to get a room in an emergency, then you had to lend it to him. Refusing would mean