Fantasy Westward Journey My Items Can Be Realized

Chapter 103 Return to the Factory
In the corridor outside the ward, I found a quiet place.

Father Pan talked about what he had just said in the ward: "Yanyan just fell ill, and her two good friends sent her to the hospital on the first day.

When her mother and I arrived, you were the only ones who came to visit her.

I heard from Yanyan that you used to be colleagues, so do you know what's going on at the place where she works?I want to ask them. "

Zhou Jiaming replied: "That factory is in Lingbei Village, so it's a big factory. How about I take Uncle you over there to have a look?"

"It's too much trouble for you."

"No trouble, by the way, just wait for me."

Zhou Jiaming returned to the ward, met Pan's mother at the door of the ward, and asked suspiciously, "Auntie, why did you come out?"

"The two of them want to talk."

Zhou Jiaming glanced inside, knocked on the door, opened it and went in.

The two women had been talking for a while, Gao Xiaoyu was holding Pan Geyan's hand by the bed, looking very intimate.

"You?" Zhou Jiaming was a little puzzled. It should be the first time they met, so why are they so close.

Gao Xiaoyu said: "The two of us just talked about some things about you."

"Oh, that Xiaoyu, I'm going to send Uncle Pan to his previous company and ask Ge Yan what the company's regulations are when he is sick this time.

You have to go to work at one o'clock in the afternoon, and I won't be able to make it back in time, why don't I drop you off at your work place right now? "

"No, I want to stay with her for a while longer. The place to work is not very far away. I'll just take the bus to go there later. You can go to work first."

Gao Xiaoyu didn't leave now, since Zhou Jiaming led Pan's father downstairs.

I personally drove him to the previous factory.

"By the way, uncle, you said that no one came to see her, and her boyfriend didn't come either?"

Zhou Jiaming, who was driving the car, asked this sentence for some reason.

Father Pan hesitated for a moment, sighed and told the truth: "Yanyan doesn't have a boyfriend yet.

There are only two girls in our family. I was afraid that she would be too far away to find a boyfriend to marry if she worked outside, so I told her that we couldn't talk outside.

Yanyan is an obedient child. When asked, she said that she already has a boyfriend in her hometown. "

"Oh." Only then did Zhou Jiaming know the reason, no wonder she had heard that she had a boyfriend before but had never seen her before.

Knowing this, somehow Zhou Jiaming felt a gleam of joy in his heart, which was fleeting.

Zhou Jiaming felt something was wrong again, now that he already had a gentle and pleasant girlfriend like Xiaoyu, he was still happy that other girls didn't have boyfriends. Could it be that he was an amorous scumbag?
Abandoning this idea, she made a new plan. After Pan Geyan is cured and can get out of bed and walk to take care of herself, she should go back to her hometown to recuperate.

When we arrived at the gate of the factory, it was past twelve o'clock, and people came out of get off work one after another.

Looking at these people running around for their lives, Zhou Jiaming seemed to have passed away. It has only been more than a month, and this place is so strange.

"Uncle, it's here, but it seems like you won't be allowed in." Zhou Jiaming said.

"Then..." Father Pan also came here for the first time, so he didn't know how to get in or whom to turn to.

Zhou Jiaming thought about it, and rummaged through his phone. He deleted all the phone and WeChat of the previous administrator.

He had no choice but to send Brother Long another WeChat message, "Brother Long, give me Director Liang's phone number."

At twelve o'clock, Brother Long was also eating at the restaurant. After reading this message, he sent a phone number to Zhou Jiaming.

Only then did Zhou Jiaming give Pan's father the phone number, "This is Ge Yan's manager at work, you can call and ask."

He dialed the phone as he said, but did not turn on the speakerphone.

Zhou Jiaming only heard him say a few words: "Okay, okay."

After hanging up the phone, Pan's father said to him, "His administrator said to come right away, let us wait."

After waiting for more than ten minutes, the supervisor Liang Zongjiang came over.

When Zhou Jiaming saw him from afar, he told Father Pan, "It's him, he's the supervisor."

Pan's father greeted him and went up to communicate with Liang Zongjiang. Zhou Jiaming turned around to play with his mobile phone. He doesn't want to get involved in other people's housework now.

But not far away, their conversation can still be heard.

Liang Zongjiang confirmed Pan's father's identity, and the two started chatting, but he didn't notice Zhou Jiaming next to him.

"Mr. Pan like this, our company is very sorry for Pan Geyan's illness this time.

But the illness is due to her personal health, and our company is not responsible for it.

We are a regular company, and everything will be done in accordance with the rules and regulations, and we will provide her with sick leave through the medical record you provided.

The employee care team will also visit her after a while.

If you have no objection, our company can also mobilize all employees to raise funds for her treatment,

It is not this factory area that is raising money, but all the subsidiaries belonging to WYD company are raising money together.

In Guancheng, Huicheng, Lingzhen, and Shekpai, nearly 20 employees from more than a dozen branches will donate together. "

Zhou Jiaming understood the meaning of this sentence. First of all, he said that the company has no responsibility, and there is no compensation or anything.

If you don’t make troubles and wait for arrangements, you will organize a donation for the whole factory. If you make troubles and ask for compensation, even the donations will be gone.

Pan Geyan's father naturally understood, but he was hesitant to say what to say. He actually checked some information before coming here.

I also asked a few lawyers and got some information. Most of them said that if I fell ill at work in the company and did not die within 48 hours, it was not an occupational disease and could not be regarded as a work-related injury.

Cerebral hemorrhage is not an occupational disease, so it is still difficult to determine the company's responsibility.

But if you just submit the case information and wait for the arrangement, if you organize a fundraising for 10,000+ people, even one yuan per person will be a lot, not lower than the general compensation.

This is actually a misleading statement from the administrator, thinking that there will be a lot of donations.

Zhou Jiaming worked there for a while, and also went through fundraising twice, so he knows a little bit about the inside story.

First of all, this fundraising must not be compulsory. It doesn’t matter if you donate voluntarily or not, and donate as much as you want. Some employees will donate one or two yuan to show their intentions.

Some employees don't care about it, and some kind-hearted people will donate a little more, such as 20 or 50.

But the administrator will let him donate less, why?Because if the employees below donate a little more, an administrator who doesn't donate or donates less will be gossiped.

More than 1000 employees in a large workshop only donated more than 800 yuan at a time, and the average person did not have a dollar.

That time it was a case that appeared on the next floor. Many people knew the sick person, so they had so much money.

There was another donation. The employees who raised the donation had never heard of it. They said it came from factories in other towns.

Then the employees on their assembly line were counted up, and they didn't even donate a dollar, and they all said that they didn't know who they were.

Out of helplessness, the administrator had to donate ten yuan out of his own pocket.

So Zhou Jiaming didn't know if this large company as a whole had as many employees as Liang Zongjiang said, but the total amount of donations was estimated to be tens of thousands of dollars, and they were all crowdfunded by ordinary people.

(End of this chapter)