With the "help" of the Head Factory Director, First Branch Factory had barely managed to weather the storm over its low-price dumping and malicious competition against its peers. But Director Han turned to the second page of his notebook.
"I will continue investigating the matter of low-price dumping. In addition, someone has reported that First Branch Factory has been handing out money to workers at will. How do you explain that? Are the wage standards set by the state unreasonable? Can you spend public money however you please?"
This time, no one from the main factory stepped forward to explain things for First Branch Factory. The Head Factory Director's gaze at Li Ye and Lu Zhizhang was full of hidden amusement.
After all, every extra ten thousand yuan First Branch Factory paid out in wages meant the main factory received over five thousand yuan less in profit shares. First Branch Factory had two thousand workers!
If such a huge sum fell into the main factory's hands, how many things could it accomplish?
Li Ye pressed his lips together and quietly took a deep breath, suppressing the trace of nausea in his chest.
Guan Liang had run his trading company for only two or three months, yet he could spend three hundred thousand yuan on an imported Civic. Where had that money come from? Why did no one investigate how he was spending "public money however he pleased"?
Li Ye had also done everything he could to make money, and the amount he had made was astronomical. But had he forgotten the workers under him? A hundred yuan increase this year, another hundred next year, for ten years in a row—wasn't that still just a drop in the ocean? How was that wrong?
But unlike Li Ye's disgust, Lu Zhizhang had