I Play the Supply Chain

In the sunny days of early spring, the willows around Hai Zi had already turned emerald green. The breeze skimming across the lake gently brushed the faces of passersby, carrying a fresh scent.

At noon on Sunday, Li Ye was accompanying Wen Leyu, who was nearly eight months pregnant, on a slow stroll along the lakeshore. As they walked, she nagged him nonstop.

"You only know how to take losses. We rented them our brand-new factory buildings and equipment, and they only gave you the title of acting section chief? If you hadn't stopped me, I'd go settle the depreciation bill with them tomorrow. Do they really think they're so clever?"

"That's not how the accounts should be calculated."

Li Ye patiently explained to Wen Leyu, "Our organization's production structure is far too bloated. If we want to implement new management reforms, we have to step outside the old circle.

"If we use nothing but the old workers and old workshops, we'll still be struggling in other people's palms, constrained at every turn and getting half the result with twice the effort. Even the Monkey King would be exhausted half to death!"

"Now that First Branch Factory has the right to operate independently, as long as it produces results, the workers at the main factory will naturally know whom they should support."

"As for equipment depreciation—"

Li Ye hooked his arm around Wen Leyu's and said with a soft laugh, "Land in the capital is worth its weight in gold. Compared with the pace at which land prices rise, equipment depreciation doesn't even amount to a single hair from nine oxen."

"It still has nothing to do with them, even if land is worth its weight in gold. We're the ones taking the loss. What was Uncle Ma thinking?"

Wen