Song's mansion, inside the restaurant---

Because of the arrival of guests, the lunch is extremely rich, and the delicacies of the mountains and seas gather at one table.

The third sister-in-law smiled and divided two of the best abalone she bought to the eldest brother and sister-in-law, and said to the eldest sister-in-law Xia Chun'e: "This kind of twelve-headed abalone is rare, especially in this season, it is extremely precious. ”

The sister-in-law took it respectfully, and said with a smile: "I have only heard of this kind of superb abalone, and today is the first time I have eaten it." To the third sister-in-law, she became more and more respectful.

Father Song Haiming and mother Wang Jinfeng don't care which play the third sister-in-law sings with his eldest brother and sister-in-law, they only have the well-behaved and lovely A Ying in their eyes.

The old couple gave vegetables to Ah Ying from time to time, telling her to eat more, so that she could be more beautiful and grow taller.

Of course, every time they say this, the old couple will invariably look at their son Song Zhichao and say: "How good it is to have a child at home!"

Song Zhichao smiled and nodded, without saying a word.

Seeing that his son couldn't beat a fart with three sticks, the old couple became even more angry, and they were about to be angry at Song Zhichao, but Song Zhichao suddenly asked Feng Dajian how he was doing business in the fruit bar, and he didn't work hard.

Feng Dajian smirked, saying that as long as he had the strength, he would have food, and said that like him, all he earned was hard-earned money, his hands stopped, and he didn't have anything to eat if he didn't work.

Song Zhichao asked again, the fruit wholesale business should be good, how can it make a small profit?

Feng Dajian put down the dishes and chopsticks, saying that although the business of the fruit bar was good, he had made a lot of money and paid the rent of the shop, and said that he could eat a bite of food and save a little money by selling coolies, but recently, whenever he encountered a big deal, he had to hire prison inmates at a high price to help load and unload goods, which was higher than the price of hiring ordinary labor.

Song Zhichao was surprised, and he also stopped his chopsticks and asked Feng Dajian carefully what was going on.

Feng Dajian was stupid, and his wife Xia Chun'e said on his behalf that it was not those prisons that wanted to make money, and that it was "voluntary labor" for these prisoners to come out to help load and unload the goods, but in fact, employers like them had to secretly spend more money on those prison leaders.

For example, it was originally necessary to pay 200 Hong Kong dollars to help unload a truckload of goods, but to give the prison 250 Hong Kong dollars for a truckload of goods, which is a quarter of the price.

Hearing this, Song Zhichao's eyes narrowed, he took out a cigarette and lit it, and asked Feng Dajian about them, then you can refuse.

Before Feng Dajian could speak, Xia Chun'e had already sneered, "If you refuse, you won't have to do business in the future." ”

Immediately afterwards, Xia Chun'e talked about the reason.

It turns out that in Hong Kong, there has always been a practice of prison inmates "working" outside. After all, prisoners in prison can't always eat, drink, and give birth.

Since the prisoners have violated the law, there is a need for labor reform, so in many cases, the government will hand over the hard work of building roads and building foundations to prison prisoners. In this way, it can not only reduce the government's financial expenditure, complete important projects with little remuneration, but also reform prisoners and work for the welfare of prisons, which can be described as killing three birds with one stone.

However, seeing that the 97th day was approaching, some prison projects took over and deteriorated, especially some ghost wardens, who wanted to make a big profit before Hong Kong's return to the motherland, began to take over the work in private, arranging for prisoners to do some small work to carry goods, as well as dangerous projects such as opening mountains and blowing rocks.

Among them, the loading and unloading of goods in the Yau Ma Tei fruit fence area can be said to be a small but sufficient "industry", not to mention anything else, the unloading volume in a single day has reached thousands of tons, and the labor salary is as high as 450,000 Hong Kong dollars, and the highest is 1.5 million a month.

For a long time, this industry has been divided and controlled by many Hong Kong associations, such as Heshenghe, Yiqun, etc., and it is difficult for outsiders to interfere in it.

However, in recent years, things have changed, and many prisons have begun to intervene, because many of the prisons are incarcerated by the most vicious tycoons, who are originally the evil gods who control the industry.

As soon as those imprisoned bigwigs contacted outsiders, and then joined hands with the prison higher-ups, there were some ghost wardens, and the prison warden was the backstage, and they began to do this business unscrupulously in the prison.

Because there are more partners, of course, in terms of labor, you have to increase the price--- originally 200 Hong Kong dollars for a car, now it costs 250 Hong Kong dollars; if you don't add it, no one will help you load and unload things.

If you refuse to hire prison inmates and go somewhere else to find someone to load and unload goods, that's fine, but if you get out of the water and fire, or even someone steals it, then it's not a word.

Because of this, many fruit bar bosses like Feng Dajian can be said to be "unspeakable", knowing that this kind of thing is being knocked off, but they still have to smile and accept this kind of "voluntary labor".

As for why not call the police?

The reason is simple, there is no evidence.

The prison side follows normal procedures, and the prisoners are escorted by special police cars.

After the labor is completed, those ghosts will not give you a note when they collect money, but will only show you a "voluntary labor" form for you to fill out.

As long as you write it, it means that you are not charged for this kind of "labor", or only charge a little gas fee for hard work.

How can you sue if you don't have a basis? Who will believe you just by saying that you have one mouth!

Also, I'm afraid you haven't sued yet, I'm afraid your fruit stall will suffer first, either by someone set on fire, or by the old boy to set up a stall, rather than more than one thing, it's better to have less, anyway, everyone suffers, no one says anyone.

......

After listening to what Feng Dajian and his wife said, Song Zhichao held a cigarette in one hand and touched his chin with the other, his eyes flickered and he was silent.

When the third sister-in-law saw this, she was a little angry--- her eldest brother and sister-in-law didn't open any pot, which pot was --- good to serve food, and what were they doing with so many frustrating words.

Feng Dajian saw the third sister-in-law glaring at him, so he hurriedly said to Song Zhichao: "Mr. Song, I just said casually just now, don't take it ---seriously, I will give you a drink." After speaking, he took the initiative to pick up the wine on the table and toast Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao smiled and said, "There's no need to toast, you eat more, and you will come often in the future." ”

"That's, that's!" Feng Dajian agreed, put down the red wine, and sat down in a daze.

Song Zhichao had something in his heart, snuffed out his cigarette, picked up chopsticks, but couldn't eat anything, so he wiped his mouth with a napkin and made an excuse to go back to the study.

Seeing his son leaving, Song Haiming said to Feng Dajian and his wife: "Don't pay attention to him--- it's always like this, and he ran away after eating half of it." ”

His wife Wang Jinfeng said: "But there is a saying that Ah Chao is right, you should come often in the future--- especially bring Ah Ying's baby over!" After speaking, he glanced dotingly at Ah Ying, who was burying his head in picking fish bones.

Feng Dajian and Xia Chun'e glanced at each other, and said like a chicken pecking rice: "Certainly!

Reversal Rebirth 1990

Reversal Rebirth 1990