Who Was Really Wearing Shoes?

"Watch your language, Xia Zemin! Do not air those incorrect views of yours in public."

Under everyone's astonished gazes, Jiao Yaqiang slowly rose to his feet and faced Xia Zemin head-on.

He was not tall, standing more than half a head shorter than the burly Xia Zemin, yet his resolute presence faintly overwhelmed Xia Zemin despite his fury.

"Incorrect views? Heh~ What a joke!"

With an angry sneer, Xia Zemin taunted Jiao Yaqiang. "Which word I said was incorrect?

What do you think a top microelectronics graduate from Canada like you can do after returning to the mainland? Research televisions? Radios? Washing machines? You don't actually think they'll let you research artificial satellites, do you?"

"No, you're wrong. You're dead wrong, Jiao Yaqiang. Even radio research won't fall to you."

Xia Zemin's tone sharpened. "After you return home, you'll be assigned to some research institute, begging people who know absolutely nothing about technology to give you a chance to wait upon them hand and foot.

This isn't the fifties anymore. If you go back now, you can only be someone's assistant, wasting your youth in endless wrangling."

"..."

Wen Leyu gripped Li Ye's hand tightly.

But Li Ye did not stand up right away. Xia Zemin's words had stirred up the emotions of everyone around them, and Li Ye had no suitable grounds to refute the objective reality Xia Zemin had deliberately exaggerated, but which did exist.

Take Great God Ni, for instance. After returning from overseas and successfully building up Lenovo, Liu Lianxiang had still seized control of technological research and development under the pretext of "we must survive first."

So how was Li Ye supposed to make Jiao Yaqiang and the others believe that mainland enterprises would grant them enough authority to develop according to their own ideas?