Yan Kun and Hong Shengcai discussed for a while.
After Jia Dongxu's former friends returned in defeat, the two entered the meeting room together.
"Leader, you really made me wait!"
Jia Zhangshi was full of fighting spirit and vigor.
At first, when acquaintances entered the meeting room, Jia Zhangshi listened to them for a few sentences.
Later, Jia Zhangshi just scratched.
Anyway, none of those people would fight back.
Jia Zhangshi was quite satisfied.
"I explained to the Plant Director for a long time, trying my best to get more compensation for you. The Plant Director scolded me for several minutes. To be honest, it was very difficult for me too."
"Jia Family Sister-in-law, let's sit down and talk."
Yan Kun complained.
Those who can reach the Leader position are all shrewd people, and they quickly defused the conflict between the two sides with a few words.
"Anyway, I want a thousand yuan, not a single cent less."
Jia Zhangshi plopped down on the chair.
The chair groaned painfully twice.
"I have to apologize to you, Director Yang does not agree to give one thousand yuan in compensation."
"Although I persuaded him for a long time, Director Yang said..."
Yan Kun said with a troubled expression.
Before he could finish speaking, Jia Zhangshi slammed her fist on the conference table in front of her.
With a thud.
"Where is that damn Director Yang? I'll talk to him personally!"
Jia Zhangshi gritted her teeth.
Her son was dead, was one thousand yuan too much?!
"Director Yang is working and has authorized me to handle the work of appeasing the Jia family members. If you have anything, talk to me."
Yan Kun said seriously.
"What you say is useless, there's nothing good to talk about with you."
"You tell Director Yang, if he doesn't give me one thousand yuan, I'll die in front of him!"
Jia Zhangshi was anxious and angry, she pulled out scissors from her pocket and pointed them at her neck.
She specifically asked Qin Huairu for these.
"Jia Family Sister-in-law, there really isn't one thousand yuan."
Yan Kun looked apologetic, then calmly looked at Jia Zhangshi.
Hong Shengcai also did not speak to persuade her.
You want to commit suicide? Come on, we'll watch.
Oh.
Just watch, hurry up.
Who are you trying to scare?
Do you really think we're useless?
We've long understood your personality and what you're capable of.
The reason Qin Huairu succeeded this morning was partly because Qin Huairu could really stab herself.
Another reason was that the location was the East Gate, and there were many workers coming and going in the morning.
If Qin Huairu really stabbed herself and the workers saw it, they would say that the Security Section forced a pregnant woman to death.
The reputation would be too bad, and Yan Kun couldn't bear it.
Now in the Security Section meeting room, even if Jia Zhangshi stabbed herself ten holes all over her body, Yan Kun wouldn't bat an eye.
Now it was Jia Zhangshi's turn to be awkward.
She really couldn't bring herself to stab her own neck.
Tilting her head, holding the scissors with both hands, she didn't know whether to act or not.
"Although the factory cannot provide one thousand yuan, we can compensate the Jia family from other sources."
Fortunately, Yan Kun didn't let Jia Zhangshi be awkward for too long and proactively offered a way out.
"How do you plan to compensate?"
Jia Zhangshi asked eagerly, putting away the scissors incidentally.
"With Jia Dongxu gone, the Jia family has a replacement position. You or your daughter-in-law will definitely have to come to the factory to work."
"At that time, we will give certain preferential treatment to ensure that the entire Jia family can live stably."
Hong Shengcai continued.
Qin Huairu showed signs of being moved.
With Jia Dongxu gone, the Jia family had no pillar, and their future life was visibly difficult.
If the factory could give preferential treatment and they could live well, who would be shameless enough to cause trouble at the factory?
"How will you give preferential treatment? You have to explain it clearly."
"No, you first tell me, how much money does the factory plan to compensate us?"
Jia Zhangshi licked her lips.
She was also tempted.
"Director Yang told me that the compensation is still two hundred and twenty yuan, and the factory can subsidize the Jia family under other names."
"It adds up to about four hundred and fifty yuan."
Yan Kun said thoughtfully.
He deliberately said fifty yuan less.
If the Jia family could accept it, with fifty yuan less, the news would reach Yang Liangping, and the Leader would be happy.
If the Jia family could not accept it, adding fifty yuan more could also appease the Jia family.
"No, absolutely not."
Jia Zhangshi shook her hands vigorously.
"My husband's monthly salary was 32.5 yuan. Four hundred plus yuan is not even enough for him to work for more than a year."
"Our family doesn't even have a man, and the factory is giving too little."
Qin Huairu was also dissatisfied.
Bang梗 and Ding Dang huddled, like quails, unaccustomed to such occasions.
"The factory can grant special approval. If you are willing to work, you can start tomorrow and receive your salary next month."
"Normally, a replacement worker has to start as an intern, and only after passing a formal exam can they be promoted to a first-level worker. The factory can promise you that you will be officially employed after six months of internship."
"And since you are women replacing workers, based on the principle of caring for women, you can choose your own positions and Masters in the team."
"If you have any other demands, you can still raise them during your work."
Yan Kun finished in one breath.
All these permissions were within his operational scope.
And they were compliant operations.
The Jia family mother-in-law and daughter-in-law looked at each other, seeing 'seems acceptable' in each other's eyes.
The difference in salary between an intern and a regular worker was five yuan.
Calculated this way, as long as someone took the position, the money the Jia family lost was only six months multiplied by five, about thirty yuan.
And the Rolling Mill was willing to compensate four hundred and fifty yuan, which could cover the Jia family's expenses for two years.
At least the Jia family could survive.
"No, the money the factory compensated is too little, at least eight hundred yuan!"
Jia Zhangshi slammed the table hard.
Two hundred yuan less, this was Jia Zhangshi's biggest concession.
Of course, if she could ask for more, she would.
This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
"The Plant Director only gave us the authority for four hundred and fifty yuan, Jia Family Sister-in-law. If I could add ten yuan for you, I would agree without hesitation."
"It's just that there's someone above pressing down, and I can't do anything about it."
Yan Kun played the victim.
"Yes, it's not easy for you either, being orphans and widows. We also want to get more money for you."
"But the factory has its rules, and we hope you can understand."
Hong Shengcai added.
Both of them knew what they were doing.
The Jia family had already accepted the proposed solution.
As for the next step, it was all about negotiation, reaching a price that everyone could accept.
The Jia family was haggling with the Leaders of the Security Section in the meeting room.
Chen Jianye was working at his post.
Yi Zhonghai returned to his team, his face covered in scratches.
Everyone covered their mouths and chuckled, not daring to tease Yi Zhonghai to his face.
After a while, Wang Lif also returned to the team with several scratches on his face, looking dejected.
Everyone truly couldn't hold back, secretly discussing and snickering.
No one was happier than Hu Nanpeng.
"Did you see the claw marks on Lao Yi and the Squad Leader's faces? Do you know what happened?"
Hu Nanpeng asked with a smile while inspecting parts for Chen Jianye.
"No..."
Chen Jianye went with the flow, about to say he didn't know.
Suddenly, a system prompt sounded in his mind.
"To increase the host's motivation to upgrade, a lottery draw can be activated once a single skill reaches LV3 or a multiple of 3."
'Lottery draw?'
Chen Jianye's mind went blank for a moment.
What the hell.
