Who Can't Tell What Matters?

Liu Muhan's sudden remark left Li Ye speechless.

Come on, Auntie, there was a whole generation between them! Could she not tell him this kind of heartfelt truth?

But just as Li Ye was wondering how to respond, Xiao Zhu from the Technical Department came running over, panting heavily.

"Li Ye, Li Ye, you're still standing here shooting the breeze? Hurry over and take a look! Nanjing Automobile Manufacturing Plant has come knocking at our door. Everyone's comparing their new vehicle with our 136!"

"What do you mean, come knocking at our door?" Li Ye said with a smile. "We're all enterprises under the First Ministry of Machine Building. We can come here to present a tribute, but they can't come to report good news?"

Nanjing Automobile Manufacturing Plant had been under the First Ministry of Machine Building since 1953. In 1958, it had copied the russians' GAZ vehicle and produced the NJ130. This year, it had developed the new NJ131. Of course it had come to report good news to its parent family and earn some praise.

But Xiao Zhu swallowed and said, "No, Li Ye, go take a look! They've made a nesting doll this time. The smaller one is aimed right at our new vehicle."

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Somewhat puzzled, Li Ye followed Xiao Zhu toward the truck section of the presentation.

Liu Muhan looked at Li Ye, then smiled and followed after him.

Once Li Ye arrived, he immediately understood what Xiao Zhu meant by "nesting doll."

Several blue Yuejin trucks stood lined up neatly. At first glance, they seemed to be the same model, but upon closer inspection, their chassis heights were slightly different.

The taller-chassis version had twenty-inch wheel rims, while the lower-chassis version had sixteen-inch rims. Other than that, both the cab and cargo bed