Early the next morning, Li Ye entered Lu Zhizhang's office, and the two began to "conspire."
"Old Lu, we need to grow stronger as soon as possible. Otherwise, I'm afraid the big tree will fall too fast and crush us beneath it. We won't be able to bear it."
Lu Zhizhang rubbed his bloodshot eyes and said gravely, "I thought about it for a long time last night too. Judging by what we've achieved so far, we really can't guarantee that we can swallow up the main factory."
Li Ye said in surprise, "Whoa, why are you being so frank now? Didn't you always speak in circles, leaving not a drop of water to leak before?"
Lu Zhizhang gave Li Ye a meaningful smile. "Isn't it because I met an immortal like you?"
"..."
Li Ye had never told Lu Zhizhang that he intended for a snake swallowing an elephant, using the First Branch Factory as his foundation to annex the main factory.
But today, Lu Zhizhang had said it for him.
Li Ye was undoubtedly a key person being cultivated by certain people, and now the First Branch Factory had also produced results, turning a substantial profit.
Yet in the mouths of certain people, those achievements amounted to no more than improving the old 130 model—old wine in a new bottle.
So next, the First Branch Factory had to stride forward in great steps and achieve even more dazzling results before it could truly convince everyone.
"Our production capacity has now reached 2,500 units a month. Give us another half year, and our output will surpass the main factory's. But as raw material costs rise, our profits may decline somewhat."
Lu Zhizhang took out a stack of forms and explained the First Branch Factory's current production capacity. Then he