My Mouth Twisted from Smiling!

Wen Qingsheng was taken aback for a moment after hearing Li Ye's words.

But unlike "High Official Hao," he did not put on a stern face and reprimand Li Ye. Instead, he asked with a smile, "Li Ye, your unit produced fewer than twenty thousand vehicles in total last year, correct?"

Li Ye replied, "That is indeed the case, but our unit's production structure is far too bloated. The proportion of frontline workers is too low, and production efficiency is even lower.

"Dad, mainstream automobile factories around the world produce hundreds of thousands, even millions, of vehicles a year. Although our First Branch Factory has few people now, I am confident we can achieve an annual output of over ten thousand vehicles."

Only after Li Ye had finished did Wen Qingsheng patiently say, "Li Ye, I believe in your ability, but what I mean is, if I coordinate five thousand units' worth of sales for you in one go, can you swallow them yourself?"

"..."

Li Ye froze, immediately understanding what Wen Qingsheng meant. Shame flooded his heart.

Because when he had gone to the Wen family home for dinner a few days earlier, Wen Qingsheng had let something slip to Li Ye. He had already coordinated with several "good brothers." Several major units were purchasing batches of light trucks this year, and they had chosen Li Ye's "improved" 130.

For enterprises like COFCO, with who knew how many subordinate affiliated units, they were planning to replace a batch of old vehicles. The number certainly would not be merely dozens. Several units of the same level combined would amount to at least three or four thousand vehicles.

The price was not high, the performance was good, and everyone was brothers. Would you really have the nerve to buy only dozens