Jia Family Sister-in-law, the factory has a process for issuing pensions; it won't come down that quickly.
I can handle it on behalf of the Jia, and I'll send it directly to your home when the time comes.
Yi Zhonghai quickly said.
No need, I'll handle it myself, it'll be more reassuring.
Old Ding, hurry up and go.
Jia Zhangshi said loudly.
Alright.
Old Ding shouted.
No, Old Ding, stop, stop, stop!
Yi Zhonghai roared.
Old Ding stopped the cart.
Jia Family Sister-in-law, if you're going to the factory for a pension, why are you taking Jia Dongxu?
And Qin Huairu, Bang梗, and Ding Dang, you're taking them too? What are you planning?
Yi Zhonghai sensed something was wrong.
It even felt a bit dangerous.
He came back yesterday, telling Wang Lif that the reason was to check on the Jia's situation and comfort the Jia.
The next day, Jia Zhangshi wanted to drag Jia Dongxu's corpse to demand a pension.
Isn't this a slap in his face?
Mind your own business.
You, as a Master, aren't helping our Jia, so I'll go to the factory myself to get the money.
Jia Zhangshi said with indignation.
Who isn't helping your Jia? I was just about to go to the factory for money today.
Yi Zhonghai's face flushed red.
Dongxu's pension, how much can the factory give?
Jia Zhangshi asked.
At least two hundred yuan, I'll try my best to get more.
Yi Zhonghai thought for a moment and said.
Pah!
Jia Zhangshi spat on the ground.
Two hundred yuan is nothing.
The one who died was her dearest and most beloved son, the pillar of the Jia!
Jia Family Sister-in-law, how much pension do you want from the factory?
Yi Zhonghai swallowed and asked.
At least five... one thousand yuan!
Jia Zhangshi shouted.
Old Ding trembled all over, his hands gripping the cart's handlebars almost slipped off.
One thousand yuan!
If someone gave him that much money, he'd commit suicide on the spot.
You're being absurd, one thousand yuan, why don't you just go rob someone?
Yi Zhonghai was trembling with anger.
He didn't say many unpleasant words.
Chen Tuntian of the Chen Family only got three hundred yuan in pension, and Jia Dongxu, a First-Level Fitter, would get at most two hundred and something.
And they still want one thousand yuan.
How could they be so delusional?
See, what did I say? Can Yi Zhonghai help us?
We still have to rely on ourselves.
Jia Zhangshi pointed at Yi Zhonghai and said to Qin Huairu.
Qin Huairu gritted her teeth: "Mom, I'll listen to you."
Now that Jia Dongxu is gone, if they don't get more pension money, the Jia will have trouble with food and drink in the future.
Under the pressure of survival, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law from the countryside quickly reached an agreement.
Cause trouble!
They must make a big fuss!
They'll make a fuss until the Rolling Mill pays out enough pension money!
Whether the Jia Family eats coarse fare or meat and fish in the future, it all depends on this time.
Old Ding, pull the cart!
Jia Zhangshi slapped Old Ding on the shoulder.
Old Ding stumbled, almost falling on his backside.
After recovering, he quickly pulled the cart forward.
You're not allowed to go, you're not allowed to go.
Yi Zhonghai shouted.
Jia Zhangshi reached out and pushed him, and Yi Zhonghai retreated repeatedly.
Knowing he couldn't stop Jia Zhangshi, Yi Zhonghai quickly said to Sha Zhu: "Go quickly and call your Second Master, let's go to the unit together."
Sha Zhu ran towards the Courtyard, shouting for his Second Master.
The commotion at the entrance woke up many people.
Chen Jianye had already woken up.
He calmly made breakfast in the room.
What's coming will always come.
Jia Zhangshi has a personality that refuses to suffer losses. Now that her son is gone, it would be abnormal if she didn't cause trouble at the Rolling Mill.
Soon, Chen Jianye heard Sha Zhu and Liu Haizhong's hurried footsteps as they left.
After finishing breakfast and washing the dishes, Chen Jianye calmly went to work.
East Gate of the Rolling Mill.
A flatbed cart blocked the main entrance, and Jia Zhangshi, Qin Huairu, Bang梗, and Ding Dang lined up one by one.
As for Old Ding, who was helping pull the cart, seeing the Jia's formation, he deliberately hid far away.
Comrade, quickly pull the flatbed cart away.
The Security Guard advised.
Another Security Guard had already gone to the Security Section to report.
Get the Leader who can make decisions over here.
Jia Zhangshi held her head high, looking down her nose at the Security Guard.
If you don't move the cart, I'll do it myself.
The Security Guard said angrily.
Who dares to lay a hand on me? If you harm the child in my daughter-in-law's belly, I'll fight you to the death!
Everyone, look! My son died at the Rolling Mill, and the Rolling Mill is going to beat people!
Jia Zhangshi shouted with both hands raised high.
The Security Guard quickly retreated, fearing involvement.
The workers going to work stopped one after another, their eyes filled with curiosity.
I heard someone died in the Workshop yesterday, is that the person on the flatbed cart?
The family is here causing trouble, why hasn't a Leader come yet?
Alas, it's truly pitiful. He had an old mother above and young children below, and now he's just gone.
The workers discussed animatedly.
The Security Guard could only watch from the side, fretting.
Jia Family Sister-in-law, stop making trouble, quickly move the cart!
Yi Zhonghai ran over, shouting.
Jia Family Sister-in-law, let's discuss things properly. If you do this, you'll displease the Leader, and you won't get any good outcome.
Liu Haizhong threatened.
Sha Zhu looked at Qin Huairu with a tender expression.
As expected of Qin Jie, even with a big belly, she's still youthful.
Jia Zhangshi completely ignored them.
Since the Security Guard didn't make a move, she didn't shout either, letting the other workers of the Rolling Mill watch and discuss.
A few minutes later, a sidecar motorcycle rumbled over.
Two men in Chinese tunic suit jumped out of the vehicle.
One of them was Hong Shengcai, responsible for handling Jia Dongxu's work injury accident.
He was following behind, clearly the man in the Chinese tunic suit in front held a higher position.
Everyone, return to your posts and work! If anyone stands still, I'll arrest them directly!
The man in the Chinese tunic suit roared.
It's Black-faced Yan Kun!
Even the head of the Security Section is here, this matter is big enough.
Black-faced Yan Kun's face is completely dark, run quickly.
Upon seeing Yan Kun, many workers quickened their steps and left rapidly.
The most powerful department in the Rolling Mill must be the Security Section.
The Security Section is responsible for apprehending criminals, thieves, and corrupt individuals, holding great power.
Once they have evidence, directly going to the Workshop or administrative departments to arrest people is standard procedure.
Moreover, the Security Section is not limited to the factory; it is also responsible for organizing militia drills, maintaining social order, and other tasks.
They hold power in both hands, being tough on both fronts.
Yan Kun is the head of the Security Section, and 'Black-faced' is the nickname given to him by the workers of the Rolling Mill.
Because when this fellow went to the factory to arrest people, he always had a dark expression.
Once Yan Kun sets his sights on someone, it's tantamount to being not far from death.
So everyone greatly feared Yan Kun.
Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong, and Sha Zhu felt a chill in their hearts when they saw Yan Kun approaching.
Especially Liu Haizhong, who was now filled with regret.
He shouldn't have followed Sha Zhu if he had known earlier.
If he left a bad impression on Yan Kun, it wouldn't be a good thing.
The Jia Family sized up Yan Kun, knowing that the man in the Chinese tunic suit before them was definitely a big Leader at the factory.
Who pulled the flatbed cart to the factory gate?
Yan Kun asked with a dark face.
I pulled it!
Jia Zhangshi responded loudly.
She is the mother of Jia Dongxu, who died in the mold team yesterday. The person lying on the flatbed cart should be Jia Dongxu.
Hong Shengcai wiped the sweat from his forehead and explained to Yan Kun.
Although Hong Shengcai was a big Leader in the Security Section, he was one rank lower than Yan Kun.
A higher rank can indeed crush someone, it's not just talk.
When someone dies at the factory, it's not Yan Kun's job to handle it; it's Hong Shengcai's responsibility.
Now that the family has come to cause trouble, and Yan Kun has personally come, it's clear that Hong Shengcai was ineffective in his duties and caused trouble for the Leader.
What are you doing here?
Yan Kun looked at Jia Zhangshi and asked sternly.
I'm here to demand my son's pension from the Rolling Mill!
Jia Zhangshi replied.
If you want a pension, just bring your documents and collect it. Why bring your son here?
Yan Kun said unhappily.
How much pension is the factory prepared to give us?
Jia Zhangshi quickly asked.
Two hundred and twenty yuan.
Hong Shengcai said from the side.
Not enough, far from enough.
Dongxu was my only son, and he died at the Rolling Mill. What am I supposed to do now!
You have to add more money!
Jia Zhangshi said fiercely, her eyes glistening with tears.
The factory naturally has its own rules, and everyone must abide by the regulations.
If you want to cause trouble, even if the King of Heaven comes, it won't work.
Yan Kun said in a deep voice.
Clatter.
Behind Yan Kun, a chorus of bicycle chain friction sounds rang out.
More than ten Security Guards on bicycles arrived in unison behind Yan Kun, creating an imposing presence.