The two argued for a while, and Xu Deyou saw that Zhao Xiangdong was determined, so he had to say: "Well, it's better to obey orders than to be respectful. The village committee has a stove and charcoal. I'll ask Erleng to move it for you."
When Zhao Xiangdong saw him turning around to leave, he stopped him and said, "Old Xu, how many carbons will you pull over later? You can keep track of them so that I can settle the accounts before I leave."
After hearing this, Xu Deyou looked unhappy and said: "Secretary Zhao, you are too polite. How can we ask for your money?"
Zhao Xiangdong insisted: "That won't work. I am a party cadre and cannot be used in vain."
After a while, Erling brought the stove and carbon on a tricycle. This guy was also diligent. After installing the chimney, he lit the stove again.
Before a pot of water was boiled, Xu Deyou arrived on a tricycle. Zhao Xiangdong saw this and went up to meet him. "Good guy, I brought a carriage full of pots, pans, dishes, cooking oil, vegetables, noodles, etc."
"Secretary Zhao, I have brought you all the food and supplies. You can see what is missing and I will bring it to you. The beans and eggplants are all picked in the garden and are fresh."
Xu Deyou got out of the car and said with a smile.
"No more, no more, that's very thoughtful."
Zhao Xiangdong was not polite to him this time, thinking that he would just give him some money before leaving.
Dinner was spinach and egg noodles. After washing up, Zhao Xiangdong moved a chair and sat in the open yard. The gentle night breeze blew slowly, bringing a little bit of coolness.
There were stars and the night in the mountains was very quiet. Except for the occasional barking of dogs in the distance, it was as quiet as if there was Zhao Xiangdong in the world.
It wasn't until late at night that the heat gradually subsided, and Zhao Xiangdong was laughing loudly before he went into the house and slept until dawn.
When work started in the morning, Zhao Xiangdong called Project Manager Liu of the Municipal Third Construction Company in front of him again and told him again that he would hold a safety morning meeting with the workers every morning and pay attention to safety production and other matters.
Mianrou Tea House in Anqing County.
Wang Liang sat on the sofa and called Du Xianming: "Uncle, the family of the deceased should be arriving at Zhujialou Village by now. I also arranged for a brother to sneak into the family of the deceased. The show will begin soon. .”
Du Xianming, who was on the other end of the phone, lowered his voice and said, "Okay, I understand. Don't let them catch you!"
Wang Liang smiled coquettishly and said, "Don't worry, uncle, do you want to add more heat later?"
Du Xianming pondered for a moment and said, "You don't need to worry about this matter, I know it well."
After hanging up the phone, Du Xianming lit a cigarette, took a few deep puffs, and called Deputy Director Wang of the County Public Security Bureau...
At 11 o'clock in the morning, as soon as Zhao Xiangdong returned to the village committee from the construction site, Manager Liu of the Third Construction Company called and said that the family of the deceased was obstructing the construction.
After hearing this, Zhao Xiangdong and Xu Deyou immediately went to the entrance of the village and saw a dozen men and women holding black and white banners. Old and young people gathered in front of the excavator. Several middle-aged women were leaning on the guardrail and cursing, which was very dangerous.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way, Secretary Zhao is coming, Secretary Zhao is coming..."
Someone in the crowd shouted.
The family members of the deceased turned to look at Zhao Xiangdong. One of them, a dark-skinned middle-aged man, said loudly: "You are an official, right? Let me ask you, if your family member died, would you be willing to pay a compensation of 150,000 yuan?"
"Do you think it's fair?"
"One million less won't do!"
When the family members of the deceased saw Zhao Xiangdong, they crowded around and started making noises.
Faced with the excitement of the family members of the deceased, Zhao Xiangdong understood their mood and comforted them loudly: "Don't be excited, please listen to me!"
The swarthy middle-aged man motioned for everyone to calm down and suppressed his anger and said, "Okay, you say it, you say it!"
Zhao Xiangdong saw that everyone's mood had calmed down a little. He pointed to a few middle-aged women leaning on the guardrail and said, "You guys, don't lean there. It's very dangerous. Lao Xu, pull them over quickly."
"Don't change the subject! We demand 1 million in compensation, just tell us when we can get it, right?"
The dark-skinned middle-aged man pointed at Zhao Xiangdong and said fiercely.
"Nothing less! If we fail to meet our requirements, we will smash the car and go to the county, province, or capital to file a complaint!"
A young man in the crowd waved a banner in his hand and shouted loudly.
Zhao Xiangdong looked at them and explained patiently: "I can understand everyone's mood, but the amount of compensation is stipulated by law, not how much you have to pay. Now, I will explain it in front of everyone."
After speaking, he looked back and said loudly: "Is Manager Liu here?"
When Project Manager Liu of the Third Municipal Construction Company heard him being called, he hurriedly rushed forward and said, "Yes, yes."
Zhao Xiangdong asked with a straight face: "Does your company have a legal basis for compensating the family of the deceased 150,000 yuan?"
Manager Liu said with a sad face: "According to company regulations, if a worker dies due to a work accident during working hours, the maximum compensation can be up to 700,000..."
"Did everyone hear this? I could have been compensated 700,000 yuan, but they only gave me 150,000 yuan."
"It's so evil, even taking kickbacks from dead people's money."
"Shameless! No official is a good person!"
The family members of the deceased became excited again, pointing at the fat manager Liu and started arguing.
"What are you arguing about? What are you arguing about? Listen to what I have to say!"
Manager Liu was so anxious that his face turned red and his neck thickened, and he shouted loudly: "But, but, the deceased Ding Maogen drank before going to work. This was found by the forensic examination and I am not talking nonsense. Therefore, the company will compensate the family members' pensions of 150,000 yuan."
"We don't admit it! My aunt said that my uncle Gen only ate noodles at home and didn't drink any alcohol."
"Yes, I don't admit it, I don't admit it! It must be that the construction company didn't want to compensate so much and deliberately falsely accused him of drinking."
"Don't worry about whether Ding Maogen drank or not, he died on your construction site anyway."
The family members of the deceased became agitated and pointed at Manager Liu. Several middle-aged women rushed forward and pushed Manager Liu to the ground, scratching and scratching him.
"Stop, stop!" Zhao Xiangdong shouted, worried that the noise would get louder, and rushed forward with a single stride.
At the same time, the village chief, several village cadres and others also rushed forward and pulled them away.
Although Manager Liu was a tall and powerful man, he was unable to fight back when faced with the siege of five or six old women. His neck and face were covered in blood, like chicken scratches.
"Everyone, calm down and listen to me!" Zhao Xiangdong stood on a mound and shouted loudly: "I will call and ask the general manager of the construction company in front of everyone right now, okay?"
"Okay, just ask, we'll wait for a while."
At this time, the dark-skinned middle-aged man said loudly.
Immediately, Zhao Xiangdong called the general manager of the Municipal Third Construction Company and turned on the speakerphone: "Hello, is this Song Siqiang? I am Zhao Xiangdong from the Liuhe Town Party Committee."
Song Siqiang on the other end of the phone paused and said cheerfully: "Oh, it's Secretary Zhao, tell me, tell me."
Zhao Xiangdong asked with a stern face: "How much is your company's pension compensation for Ding Maogen's death?"
Song Siqiang thought for a moment and said: "Normally, the maximum compensation is 700,000 yuan. Didn't the deceased drink while working? For humanitarian reasons, our company only compensates 150,000 yuan!"
"Damn it! Song, Song, what the... thing, get here!"
The dark-skinned middle-aged man rushed over and tried to snatch Zhao Xiangdong's mobile phone.
At this moment, Xu Deyou grabbed him and signaled him to calm down.
Seeing that the other party wanted to shirk responsibility, Zhao Xiangdong raised his voice and asked, "Since Ding Maogen was drinking, why did your construction company still let him work?"
Song Siqiang paused and hesitated: "This, this... Secretary Zhao, then people in our company can't go one by one every morning to check whether the workers have had a drink?"
