Wind Rises in Dragon City

Remember [New] in a second! At around 11 o'clock in the middle of the night, Yu Mingyuan and others got out of the car on Tufang Street, Zhanan District, and saw the third sister who had been waiting here for a while.

"How many houses did the former district chief take people away?" Yu Mingyuan asked the third sister.

"Let's go to five or six houses." The third sister replied softly, "When I arrived, they had just finished."

"Well, let's go and have a look." Yu Mingyuan nodded.

The third sister looked at the crowd, and suddenly said with red eyes: "There is one more thing."

"What's the matter?" Su Tianyu asked.

"...Jiu...Uncle Jiu's wife committed suicide by drinking pesticide." The third sister replied tremblingly, "Fortunately, the neighbors found out, and she was sent to the hospital. She was just rescued and is still in a coma."

When everyone heard this, their expressions were astonished, and they were speechless for a long time.

There are four people in Uncle Jiu's family. There are two children. The eldest son is 23 or 4 years old.

This family is already living in poverty, and now that they have no two main laborers, they really don't know how to live in the future.

For some families, they may be eager to get compensation, but some families value people more. What's the use of money when people are gone?

Uncle Jiu's wife has been seriously ill, and most of the family's expenses are on her. Uncle Jiu also wants to make more money in the short term by opening the mine this time. The eldest son married a daughter-in-law.

Therefore, Uncle Jiu's wife chose to commit suicide, in fact, more out of guilt. She felt that she was a drag on her husband and children. Without her, maybe they wouldn't have to go to the mines or do those dangerous things.

Once a person is poor, even his thoughts and motives become extremely simple. Making money, living, waiting for aging, waiting for death, all the joys, sorrows and joys are so hard to hide.

After everyone was silent for a while, Yu Mingyuan lowered his head and said, "After a while, let's go and see her."

"Okay!" The third sister nodded heavily, and led a group of people to the pigeon building.

…

There are six people in the Lu family. They live in the Relief Administration community built by the Relief Administration. In a 45-square-meter, one-and-a-half-bedroom house, there are two elderly people over 70 years old and a middle-aged woman. And a pair of children who are in school.

Lu Hengyuan, the pillar of the family, died in a mine accident a few days ago. Although the body has not been found, the family is completely desperate. After such a long time, even if people were not crushed to death or drowned, they were suffocated and starved to death.

When Yu Mingyuan, Su Tianyu and others came to this family, the mistress of the house couldn't even come up with chairs for everyone to sit on. Their eyes were numb, and they looked at the Kiwanis management at a loss, not knowing what to say.

The small living room was inexplicably filled with a special smell, like the smell of traditional Chinese medicine, but also like the smell of stench or decay. It's hard to describe that smell, but it exists in every household in this community.

It seems that this smell has become a commonality, it is difficult to get rid of, and there is no discrimination and prejudice, but an objective existence.

"Sister-in-law, don't be busy." Yu Mingyuan met Lu Hengyuan's wife in the trade union, so he softly comforted him: "Let's just stand for a while."

"Okay, okay." Lu Hengyuan's wife placed all the ghost coins and half-finished paper figurines piled up in the living room in the corner, leaving room for everyone to talk.

These ghost coins, paper figurines, and gold ingots were not prepared for Lu Hengyuan, but for Mrs. Lu's usual work. She works in a plastics factory during the day, and at night she does odd jobs in a shroud shop to earn subsidies.

"That's it, sister-in-law." Yu Mingyuan paused, frowned and said to the Lu family: "We have communicated with Baolong Mining, and they feel that the full compensation according to the insurance contract is a bit too high..."

"That's how the contract is written, why is it too high?" Mrs. Lu asked numbly: "We didn't blackmail anyone, we agreed how to implement it."

Mrs. Lu's words were full of dissatisfaction. He thought that Yu Mingyuan, like the people who came just now, came to lower the price.

"We also agree to take full compensation." Yu Mingyuan immediately explained: "And the trade union has been working hard in this direction."

On the sofa, looking at the somewhat sluggish old man, he asked hoarsely, "Can the trade union help us get the money back?!"

"We will definitely ask for money, but we are afraid that while we are chasing the money, some family members of the victims will sign a settlement agreement with Baolong Mining in private." Yu Mingyuan said bluntly: "If this is the case, there will be internal problems. , and Baolong Mining will definitely not agree to our request. It is impossible to have the same result, and pay two shares of money, do you understand what I mean?"

The old man pondered for a while, and then said clearly: "Whoever wants to sign a settlement agreement with Baolong Mining, then I will die, and I will kill him...!"

Everyone was silent.

"The former district chief who came here just now filled up the safe at home, and even helped the big group squeeze our money... We don't agree." The old man frowned and said, "What is written in the contract is the compensation. That's how much they should give."

When Mrs. Lu heard this, she lowered her head and wiped her tears: "If there is a choice...we definitely don't want money, but people. But...but the problem is that there is no choice now. Old Lu is gone. I can't let his son go down the well in the future Bar?!"

"Don't worry, unless the union is gone, we will definitely get the money back!" Yu Mingyuan took out his wallet, took out all the cash from it, put it on the table and said, "Give us some time."

…

this evening.

Yu Mingyuan and others went to the homes of the six miners who died and communicated with their relatives. Except for a small number of people who are a little shaken in their thinking, most people insist on full compensation.

In this way, the internal pressure of the trade union is much less, at least there are not so many different voices.

After wandering around six houses, Yu Mingyuan, Su Tianyu and others donated all the cash they had with them.

Poverty cannot be faked, and everyone is really embarrassed to offer condolences empty-handed, and just talk about policies with their mouths.

Until early in the morning, Yu Mingyuan and others went to the hospital, while Su Tianyu and Su Tiannan were waiting in the car for Ermao from Changqing Company~www.wuxiaspot.com~Su Tiannan was sitting on the back of the seat, smoking a cigarette, and suddenly asked a question : "Xiaoyu, you said that building a trade union can change the current social environment?"

"It can't be changed." Su Tianyu replied without hesitation.

"...I don't know what's going on recently. I always feel that the city of Longcheng is too depressing, and there is no hope." Su Tiannan took a deep breath of cigarettes, and said softly: "This time, let me bring you an arm-wrestling with Baolong Group. Team up!"

…

Baolong Group, in the rest area of ​​the resplendent sky garden.

Xu Jinbo sat under the umbrella in the open-air garden on the top floor, eating supper, and said softly to Yang Decheng: "The Tongji Association is not a fool. We will compromise. When you negotiate for the second time, you can also raise the amount of compensation, about 400,000 yuan per person, which is about the same..."

Yang Decheng was a little reconciled: "400,000, more than 100 people, and nearly 50 million in compensation. Ma De, this money has to be paid by our mining company...!"

At the same time, Lao Hei drove to Longcheng.