The next day, when Li Ye arrived at work, he saw more than a dozen large trucks the moment he entered the factory gate, along with Guan Liang directing workers as they pulled back the tarps.
The canvas covers on several trucks had already been lifted, revealing layer upon layer of flour and barrel after barrel of Peanut Oil.
"Open them all, open them all! Let the workers see that our main factory has ample benefits, so they can work with peace of mind."
When Guan Liang saw Li Ye's car approaching, he seemed to get even more animated, waving his arms as he directed the workers. Beside him, a female secretary held a folder and counted the goods with great solemnity, occasionally leaning close to ask Guan Liang for instructions. It made Guan Liang look even more like a successful big boss.
"Heh, he's really putting on a show."
Li Ye smiled and slowly drove past Guan Liang.
Guan Liang had deliberately displayed these dozen or so truckloads of benefits at the gate. Wasn't it precisely for the main factory workers coming to work to see?
The traces of deliberate staging were far too obvious. Bad review.
But just as Li Ye's Santana was about to pass, Guan Liang suddenly sidestepped and cut in front of Li Ye's car.
Screech—
Li Ye braked, rolled down the window, and stuck his head out. "Secretary Guan, if you want to scam someone, don't pick me! My car's insured."
"..."
Guan Liang froze. After all, this was not an era, decades later, when short videos flooded the world, so for a moment he could not understand the connection between insurance and scamming someone.
But his female secretary was sharp-witted. She immediately rushed over and shouted, "So what if you have insurance? Does