We Have No Money?

When Li Ye arrived at the Personnel Department, he did not find a fierce quarrel underway. The atmosphere was merely somewhat oppressive.

Ma Zhaoxian sat in a chair in the Personnel Department, holding a teacup and sipping tea at an unhurried pace.

Across from him, Personnel Section Chief Xing Guibao wore a faint smile, like those future-era bank clerks who ran into a "difficult customer."

After entering, Li Ye feigned surprise. "Manager Ma, Section Chief Xing, why haven't our interns gone over to report in yet? We're still waiting to assign them positions and arrange their work!"

Ma Zhaoxian smiled slightly without speaking, displaying his status and bearing at just the right moment and leaving Xing to answer the question.

But before Xing could reply to Li Ye, an old man in the corner spoke with a sneer.

"Deputy Team Leader Li, what do you mean, your interns? These are interns assigned to the Light Vehicle Company by the higher-ups. What, did you buy them with your own money?"

Li Ye turned toward the old man in surprise. "Oh, look at these eyes of mine. How did I fail to see you here, Master Tan?

What wind blew you into the Personnel Department? Are you planning to retire early and let your eldest nephew take over your post? No, that can't be right! Taking over posts isn't allowed anymore!"

"How the hell are you talking?"

Master Tan's face immediately flushed red, and he nearly leaped to his feet and punched Li Ye in the face.

Old Tan was a master craftsman at the factory. No one failed to respect his skills. He had always been the one mocking others; no one had ever dared make fun of him. Even the Head Factory Director had to give him some face.

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