On the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, Lai Jiayi, the Labor Union big sister, tipped Li Ye off, saying that the factory headquarters leadership wanted to talk to him.
Li Ye couldn't be bothered with her.
Li Ye had seen plenty of this sort of thing at work in his previous life. There had been nothing to begin with, but these people insisted on stirring up trouble so that you would owe them a favor.
But when Wen Qingsheng personally came to tip Li Ye off and made sure the two of them were alone in the car, Li Ye could not help but feel his heart pound.
Did Wen Qingsheng need Li Ye to owe him a favor? He was Li Ye's father-in-law.
Being able to give him a heads-up before The Department came to talk to him—this was a genuine warning. Ordinary people would never receive such news.
"Dad, I haven't done anything wrong! Why do they want to talk to me?"
In his previous life, Li Ye had heard that whenever higher-ups wanted to talk to you, they either had evidence or an agenda. Otherwise, why would they come looking for you when they had nothing better to do?
Important people were all very busy.
So after hearing Wen Qingsheng's words, Li Ye's mind began spinning at high speed, carefully calculating what evidence he might have left in someone else's hands.
Could this be a case of shooting the bird that stuck its head out?
Although in 1988, the spring breeze of "letting some people get rich first" had already blown hot and strong, before 1992, the situation was ultimately still unclear. There were even fierce clashes between the two sides.
Li Ye was not truly worried about his personal assets. After all, Teacher Ke