In the office, Director Qian looked at Li Xiangqian, whose forehead was beaded with sweat as he gulped down tea, and said with a smile:
"Xiangqian, do you have no confidence in me, in yourself, or in the quality of the big brooms Li Long is producing? Since we've taken this on, we've certainly thought it through. Some worries really aren't necessary."
Compared with Li Xiangqian's excitement, Director Qian was much calmer. Of course, he had taken office earlier than Li Xiangqian and had more or less sorted out his workplace relationships. Besides, word of what the Autonomous Region's leader had said had already spread through the federation and reached the county cooperatives through unofficial channels.
So Director Qian felt little pressure over assigning most of the fifty-thousand-broom quota to Ma County and instructing Li Xiangqian to hand it directly to Li Long.
Of course, there was still pressure. If Li Long failed to do a good job this time, and Ma County's brooms turned out worse than those from other counties and cities, then sorry, but their quota would certainly be cut sharply next year.
Reality was just that harsh.
But Director Qian had not passed his own pressure on to Li Xiangqian. This was something he needed to grasp himself.
Li Xiangqian had grasped it, but had not passed it on to Li Long.
As it happened, Li Long had brought a Corps company into the work because the quota was too large, and this had raised the quality of the first batch of brooms by a whole level, instantly easing the pressure on Li Xiangqian.
No wonder he was excited.
Of course, the feedback reaching Li Long now also made him realize that he really had come close to mishandling this job.
Fortunately, there was still time