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It’s half past six in the morning.
It was just dawn, and Lin Chuan had parked the black Audi A6 at the rusty gate of Jiangcheng No. 3 Machinery Factory.
The factory is not big, but it covers an area of 30 acres.
Two dusty workshop buildings and a row of dilapidated office bungalows,
In the yard, weeds grew wildly from the cement cracks, reaching half a person's height.
"Dad, you are sitting next to me today." Lin Chuan opened the car door.
"I will do what you say and do."
Lin Jianguo opened his mouth, but in the end he just nodded heavily.
Eight o'clock in the morning.
On the moss-covered cement dam in front of the factory office, about thirty people stood sparsely.
They are all old workers in the factory.
out out was made was that they were coming to the factory for a meeting today to settle wages. Most people had disbelief written all over their faces.
"These days, which factory goes bankrupt and doesn't get even the last penny?"
The Lin family themselves were almost forced out of their homes by the bank, so what salary would they get?
But treating a dead horse as a live doctor.What if?
Lin Chuan strode from the factory gate carrying the black password suitcase.
Lin Jianguo was followed behind him.
The workers’ eyes all fell on the suitcase.
He looked up again at the shiny black Audi A6 parked at the entrance of the factory, and the whispers suddenly became louder.
Lin Chuan put the suitcase on the dusty iron table at the door of the office and glanced at everyone present.
No small talk, no courtesy.
"I am Lin Chuan, the son of Lin Jianguo. I am calling everyone here for one thing."
He stretched out his hand and opened the lockbox with a click.
The moment the lid of the box was lifted, the early morning sunlight in early summer slanted through the cracks in the factory building, shining on the neatly numbered stacks of hundred-dollar bills.
The red light is dazzling.
There was no sound in the dam for an instant.
More than thirty pairs of eyes were fixed on the box. Some people subconsciously took half a step forward and then retracted as if they had been burned.
“The factory owes everyone wages, and I have complete accounts here.
" Lin Chuan's voice was not loud, but every word was spelled clearly.
"Today, every penny is a penny and it will be settled on the spot."
Silence.
There was silence for seven or eight seconds.
Then, a thin old man wearing oil-stained overalls at the back of the crowd suddenly spoke,
His voice trembled with disbelief: "Lin... boy from the Lin family, are you telling the truth? Aren't you trying to trick us again?"
"Uncle Wang." Lin Chuan looked at him with a smile, "When did I draw a cake with you?"
After saying that, he took out the first pile of banknotes from the box, took off the paper tape, and started counting them one by one.
"Old Zhao, the workshop director, owes four months' salary, a total of five thousand two thousand."
Lin Chuan counted out five thousand two hundred yuan and slapped it on the table with a "snap".
Old Zhao was stunned for three seconds, his legs went weak, and he almost lost his balance.
He took the money with trembling hands and counted it over and over again. His nose felt sore and his eyes turned red on the spot.
"Li Dabing of the fitter group is owed five months and thirteen days' salary, worth 6,900 yuan."
"Fatty Liu, the welder, is owed two months' wages of NT$2,400."
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