The Retribution Came Too Fast

At four-thirty in the afternoon, with only half an hour left before work ended, Wu Qingyi finally sauntered back to the Supply Department.

Li Ye took one look at his flushed face and unsteady, floating steps and knew that he had drunk at least seven or eight liang at lunch.

The Supply Department had legitimate business needs, after all, so there was really nothing to criticize about having a little drink.

After sitting down in his chair, Wu Qingyi said to Li Ye in an unquestionable tone, "Li Ye, now that your wedding leave is over, you need to hurry up and get started on the work I assigned you last week.

"Tomorrow, go to the Fangshan Auto Parts Factory. You must convey the factory's instructions to them. If you delay production of our factory's new model, affect the whole factory's profits, and cause everyone to receive smaller bonuses—

"I may spare you, but the entire factory certainly won't."

"..."

Seeing that huge hat flying straight toward his head, Li Ye was so angry that he laughed.

But before he could fire back, his master Old Ding said, "Hey, Old Wu, Li Ye has only been here for a few days! You're putting the burden of the entire factory's bonuses on his shoulders already. Aren't you making things difficult for him?"

Wu Qingyi had been drinking at noon, and he immediately failed to keep his temper in check. He barked at Old Ding, "How am I making things difficult for him? Are graduates of Beijing University supposed to be the same as people like us?

"Do you know how much he earns a month? It'd scare you to death if I told you—ninety-eight yuan. Ninety-eight yuan the moment he entered the factory, more than veteran workers who've worked for over