Siheyuan: This is really immoral

Seeing Jia Zhang shut up, Director Li nodded secretly, obviously very proud.

I thought: I am such a high-ranking leader, and if I can't control this shrew, I will be laughed at to death if the news gets out.

Then he said:

"Ms. Jia Zhang, your son Jia Dongxu died because of his illegal operation. In principle, there is no compensation, but the factory will still provide certain compensation in view of your family's special situation. The specific compensation content will have to wait for the meeting to decide."

Jia Zhang was confused after hearing this and didn't say when or how much.

Jia Zhang refused to give in. She had to get the money today no matter what. Otherwise, when she went back to jail, the compensation would have to go to Qin Huairu, the woman who killed her husband.

"Leader! My family is suffering. My husband Jia died in your factory, and my son also died here. I don't want to live anymore. I want everyone in Beijing to know about the murders in your factory!"

As Jia Zhang was talking, she was about to run out. She knew for sure that these leaders would not dare to let her make trouble when there were many people getting off work.

The people from the security department only blocked the door with their bodies and did not dare to touch the little old woman with their hands.

The police officer at the door couldn't help but sigh: "This is a top-notch product!"

"Jia Zhang, please behave yourself. If you make trouble again, we will report you to the police for disturbing public order!"

Jia Zhang didn't want to go back just after she got out because she hadn't received the money yet.

"Leader, you have to tell me when and how much the compensation will be, otherwise it will be difficult for an old lady like me to control my mouth in this city."

"Don't worry, we'll have a meeting today and send someone to give it to you tomorrow."

When Jia Zhang heard that there would be money tomorrow, she stopped pestering him.

Thinking in my mind:

Thinking about the fact that her husband Jia died and lost several hundred yuan in compensation, even if her son handled the situation improperly, the loss won't be much. She should give me two or three hundred yuan, right?

This way I will have enough money for my retirement. It doesn’t matter whether I have this son or not. Don’t I still have a grandson?

After thinking it through, Jia Zhang straightened her clothes and continued:

"Then I will be waiting for you leaders at home tomorrow."

After saying this, he returned to the courtyard in high spirits and with high morale.

Time passed quickly and it was evening.

Yi Zhonghai is very busy today.

After Jia Dongxu died, Jia Zhang, as his mother, sat at home and occasionally shed a few tears, and didn't care about anything else.

Qin Huairu could only help out with her two children. For some reason, Qin Huairu always felt that her son Banggeng was in high spirits and not sad at all.

In desperation, Yi Zhonghai had to run around to maintain the moral image of an old man in the hospital.

After dinner.

Yi Zhonghai and two other uncles in the hospital organized a meeting for the entire hospital.

When Lin Zhuang was notified, he knew that the only option for holding a general meeting at this time was to donate money to the Jia family.

Wait until everyone in the yard is present.

Yi Zhonghai sat in the middle, Liu Haizhong and Yan Bugui sat next to Yi Zhonghai.

Yi Zhonghai frowned slightly, and there was a hint of fatigue deep in his eyes.

Yi Zhonghai looked at everyone solemnly and said:

"Everyone knows about the Jia family's affairs. Jia Dongxu died unexpectedly. After the funeral, Jia Zhangshi and Banggeng will have to go back to serve their sentences for a while."

He paused for a few seconds and looked at everyone's expressions.

Qin Huairu held her two children in her arms, shedding tears, looking pitiful and delicate.

Jia Zhang stared at everyone fiercely, as if saying: Let's see who dares not to donate today.

Yi Zhonghai continued:

"Someone in our hospital has encountered such a big difficulty. In order to show the solidarity and mutual assistance in our hospital, the three uncles in our hospital decided to initiate a donation to the Jia family in the hospital."

Then Yi Zhonghai took out ten dollars and put it on the table.

"It all depends on your intention. I'll start with ten dollars."

After saying that, he looked at Liu Haizhong and Yan Bugui.

Things like donating money definitely require someone to take the lead, and Liu Haizhong reluctantly took out three dollars.

When it was Yan Bugui's turn, he did not take out any money but took out a cloth bag from his waist.

He forced an expression on his face that said, "My family is also having a hard time making ends meet. I'm donating five kilograms of corn flour."

When Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong heard this, they immediately turned to look at Lao Liu. This was not what we agreed upon.

But now that things have come to this, it’s not appropriate to say anything in front of everyone.

However, when the three of them finished their donations, the audience fell into silence.

Who doesn’t have difficulties these days?

The silly Zhu next to him had always been envious of Qin Huairu. Now he felt even more pity for Qin Huairu.

This is a widow...!

Sha Zhu seemed to have some kind of aura in his heart. He saw that no one around him donated money to Sister Qin.

How can this work!

Sha Zhu stood up suddenly, his face flushed.

"I'll donate twenty!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he went back to get the money amid the surprised expressions of the people around him.

The thought of doing something for Sister Qin made me move forward as fast as I could.

When people in the hospital saw that Sha Zhu had donated money, it would be unreasonable for them not to give something in return.

Some took 50 cents, some took 30 cents, and some like Yan Bugui took grain... all kinds of things.

When Sha Zhu slapped the twenty yuan on the table, Jia Zhang wanted to swallow the money and the table into her stomach.

But there are still people who haven't donated yet, so she has to be patient.

She counted them one by one, and now Lin Zhuang was the only one in the hospital who had not donated.

Yi Zhonghai also discovered it and reminded:

"Lin Zhuang, you are the only one in the hospital who has not donated."

Lin Zhuang looked at him and Jia Zhangshi, sneered and said:

"Why should I donate to the Jia family? At least there are people working in the Jia family, and there is a huge compensation from Old Jia. There are more people in our hospital who are suffering than the Jia family, so why don't I see you organizing donations to other families?"

Points +10, points +10...

When the people sitting in the yard heard Lin Zhuang's words, they nodded and started talking.

"Yes, the Jia family is wealthy! After Old Jia died, Jia Dongxu inherited the job."

"Yeah, I think this old man always helps the Jia family and never thinks about us. This is not fair!"

Yi Zhonghai heard these gossips attacking his ears and felt a headache about Lin Zhuang, this thorn in the side.

cough! cough!

Yi Zhonghai coughed a few times to interrupt everyone's discussion.

"After all, someone from the Jia family has passed away, and the dead are the greatest. If Linzhuang is unwilling to donate, we will not force them. After all, it is voluntary."

When Liu Haizhong heard this, he wanted to go back and take notes. What a wonderful statement! Not only did he get himself out of the way, but he also established Lin Zhuang in another aspect among the people in the courtyard.

It seems that I am still some distance away from being a great master.

Lin Zhuang looked at Yi Zhonghai and couldn't help but smack his lips. How could you even make this up?

"But for Sister Qin's sake, I'll donate... half a pound of corn flour!"

Qin Huairu looked at Lin Zhuang with a look of shock.

This bastard took everything and was...ruthless!

Points +10, points +10...

When Yi Zhonghai heard that Linzhuang donated things, he felt it would be difficult to find an excuse to attack Linzhuang, after all, Yan Bugui donated corn flour.

Jia Zhang did not dare to provoke Lin Zhuang, so she rushed to the table, opened her hands like a roc spreading its wings, and put all the money into her pocket.