Are You Stupid, Li Ye?

Wednesday, early morning, light rain.

Li Ye drove into the First Branch Factory, held up an umbrella, and headed toward the office. On the way, he happened to run into Labor Union Chairman Lai Jiayi.

"Ah, I really envy you, Deputy Director Li. You're so young, yet you already have a private car to take you to and from work. Unlike me—after nearly thirty years on the job, I still have to get soaked whenever it rains."

Li Ye glanced at Lai Jiayi and saw that her trouser legs were indeed a little wet, but nowhere near the point of being "soaked all over."

She was simply jealous.

Back when the First Branch Factory was being established, the main factory had assigned it a sedan for Factory Director Lu Zhizhang. So although Lai Jiayi ranked half a grade above Li Ye, she had no sedan to ride in.

A few days earlier, Li Ye had heard Lu Zhizhang say that Lai Jiayi had indirectly suggested that, since the First Branch Factory was doing well now, they ought to take money from the profits and buy cars for the three core leaders. Lu Zhizhang had blocked the proposal.

Li Ye already had a private car. Wasn't that proposal to buy cars simply serving Lai Jiayi alone?

So Li Ye smiled faintly. "Driving has its advantages, but you have to buy your own fuel, insurance, and road maintenance fees. Add depreciation, and it costs ten or twenty thousand yuan a year!"

"Ten or twenty thousand yuan? Good heavens, how can you bear to spend that?"

Lai Jiayi gave an exaggerated cry, then lowered her voice and laughed. "Isn't your car registered under that Fenghua Apparel or something? Don't they cover your road maintenance fees and insurance?"

*You probably think this car belongs