Li Ye stayed in the southwest for more than a month. Only after he and Lu Zhizhang had sorted through every bottleneck and difficulty involved in production did they finally manage to restore the Southwest branch's operations before October 1.
When the first heavy truck bearing the Jingcheng Brand logo rolled off the production line draped in red and festooned with ribbons, Li Ye personally lit the firecrackers that symbolized good fortune, celebrating the rebirth of Southwest Heavy Truck Company, an old-established enterprise.
Southwest Heavy Truck Company's drum and gong troupe worked hard enough, turning the scene into a thunderous clamor of gongs and drums. Yet there were rather few people from the local area who came to offer congratulations, and many of those who did sent their secretaries or deputies in their stead.
In the mainland, this sort of treatment was considered a serious slight, and it left the "young reformers" led by Chen Siyu somewhat disgruntled. They began muttering and airing their grievances.
"They were the ones begging us to save them in an emergency. Now that we've saved them, they're the ones acting as though nothing happened. Even the heartless and ungrateful don't turn their backs this fast, do they?"
"Forget it. A mediocre man is never envied. The less face they give us, the more it proves how outstanding we are."
"Yeah, I think so too. The more capable we are, the more incompetent everyone else looks, so they become ashamed and angry. But we can't just toss this enterprise around until it dies, can we? That wouldn't do anyone any good!"
"Maybe an outcome neither dead nor alive is exactly what they want!"
"..."
Come to think of it, Southwest Heavy Truck Company had been shunned by everyone just a few months ago, like a