Morcharin, a hacker from New York, has been forgotten for nearly two months, so if he is forgotten for a few more days and will consider his problem when he returns to the magic capital, Fu Zhengyi feels that there will be no big problem. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Hackers, broadly speaking, refer to programmers who painstakingly delve into attack techniques and are good at finding software vulnerabilities in order to gain a sense of identity and accomplishment that cannot be obtained in reality.

Fu Zhengyi's previous impression of hackers was mysterious and powerful, but his acquaintance with Morcharin made his impression of this group change greatly.

Of course, the key point is that Morcharin, a Russian, really lacks the physique and image of a fighting nation, and even less lacks the momentum and integrity that a fighting nation should have.

Just after the summer heat, the temperature in Hanzhou City has not dropped much, and the autumn tiger is still in full swing.

After Fu Zhengyi took Zhang Wenwu and Hua Yunfang and connected the finances of Hanzhou Yuyao Company, he drove to Xiao Cheng's hometown.

Xiao Cheng's hometown is in the countryside more than 20 kilometers away from Hanzhou, and he has been in the criminal police team for several years, but he has been living in the single dormitory of the Hanzhou Municipal Bureau before he died in the line of duty.

The family composition is a standard peasant, the Cheng family only has eight points of thin land in the village, Xiao Cheng's parents are in their early fifties, but they still live in the old house thirty years ago, even with the address provided by Liu Changhe, Fu Zhengyi still let the villagers lead the way before finally finding a place.

Sending a white-haired person to a black-haired person is an unbearable pain for any family.

Knowing that the [Hanzhou Yuyao] company came to condole, Xiao Cheng's old father barely squeezed out a smile, but Xiao Cheng's mother, who was sitting in the hall holding Xiao Cheng's posthumous portrait, seemed to have no feeling for everything in the outside world, just kept wiping the portrait and wiping tears with the snow-white towel in her hand, and kept talking about my son, my son.

The condolence money of 3,000 yuan is equivalent to three or five years of net income for a peasant at this time in 97.

On the way here, after Zhang Wenwu learned this number, he was a little annoyed, and directly proposed to find a bank for him to go down and get some money and stuff it in, but Hua Yunfang asked Fu Zhengyi, is he worried that the condolence money will be given too much at one time, but it will cause trouble for Xiao Cheng's parents?

"Although the Cheng family is said to be a single transmission for three generations, there must still be local relatives, even if this kind of thing should not happen, but I still think that it is far more appropriate to send someone over every year than to give the Cheng family a lot of money at one time. ”

Fu Zhengyi's explanation made Zhang Wenwu more and more puzzled, but Hua Yunfang understood what he meant, so after entering the Cheng family's courtyard and handing over the condolence money to Cheng's father, he entered the hall alone, moved a low stool and sat next to Cheng's mother, and it took a long time for Cheng's mother to speak.

At half past ten, Hua Yunfang walked out of the hall with red circles under her eyes and told Fu Zhengyi that the Cheng family now has only one wish, that is, to keep the child in Liu Yumei's belly, so the old couple is willing to immediately pull the rope and hang herself.

Fu Zhengyi asked. "If the child is born, the old couple is willing to take care of the child and take care of the child?"

Hua Yunfang smiled bitterly. "It's no problem to be a cow or a horse, and to offer the mother and mother as ancestors! You don't quite understand what children mean to a peasant family like the Cheng family......

Leaving Cheng's house, Fu Zhengyi drove back to Hanzhou, and entered the cotton spinning factory where Liu Yumei, the target of Xiao Cheng, saw that there were only a few people in the huge factory, and found the office and asked.

The office director, who was wearing old canvas overalls, learned that everyone was here for Liu Yumei's business, and took everyone into his office and began to complain. "We also know Xiao Liu's situation, but the problem cotton mill is now insolvent, our factory director and the buyer just went to the northwest, if you can't get the raw materials on credit, you can't even pay the basic living expenses for next month......

Old-fashioned desks, file cabinets with paint peeled, long benches creaking at the touch, enamel cups covered in tea dirt, and even a few pots of flowers on the windowsill wilted, and it was clear that no one wanted to take care of these plants anymore.

Fu Zhengyi observed the office environment before asking. "Didn't the cotton mill use to be profitable?"

The chief of staff had a bitter look on his face. "Five years ago, it was OK, but the requirements of those foreign trade companies are becoming more and more demanding, the year before last, there was a foreign trade company pit our factory, more than two million payments were wasted, the factory could not afford to buy raw materials, could not get orders with high profits, processing to materials at most is to maintain the factory to pay wages, equipment aging, maintenance costs continue to increase, no way......

Reality is reality, and it is too difficult for a company on the verge of bankruptcy to come back to life in vain, so Fu Zhengyi doesn't want to listen to it anymore. "We already know some of Liu Yumei's problems from the Hanzhou Public Security Bureau, can the factory give her more care?"

"Although I promised to give her a condolence payment of 3,000 yuan, in fact, there was no money on the financial side, and even the business trip expenses of the salesmen had been pressed for four months, and I had to wait for the factory director to come back and sign and see when there was money in the account......

Zhang Wenwu narrowed his eyes when he heard this, and said angrily. "What are you talking about? The subsidy promised to Liu Yumei has not been given to anyone so far?"

The chief of staff spread his hands. "There's no money on the books, and we can't do anything about it. The weavers in the workshop now only get 120 yuan of living expenses every month, and our factory director personally paid 300 yuan, and let our middle-level cadres scrape together some to make up enough 800 yuan to give Liu Yumei, and the rest is really only to wait for money in the account, and we can't intercept the basic living expenses of other workers, right?"

State-owned enterprises, it is really possible to say that there is no money on the books, but it is difficult to say whether this is the case in private.

However, the cotton mill is on the verge of closure, and it is obviously unrealistic to squeeze something out of here.

However, this communication with the office director made the office director promise to help Liu Yumei solve the relevant procedures for unmarried pregnancy and illegitimate birth as soon as possible, which can be regarded as a big gain.

However, all of this is not important, and the real difficulties that need to be solved still need to be done through the ideological work of Liu Yumei and her family.

After finding Liu Yumei's place of residence in the afternoon, after knocking on the door, Liu's mother, who was vigilant, heard that she was here to help the Cheng family as a lobbyist, and said with a black face that this matter had nothing to do with outsiders, so she closed the security door without hesitation.

After eating a closed door, Zhang Wenwu wanted to have a seizure on the spot.

But Hua Yunfang went to the crack in the door to persuade her, and Liu Yumei, who was shocked, listened to Hua Yunfang's words, and finally quarreled with Liu's mother, so she opened the door with red and swollen eyes and let everyone in.

Walking into Liu Yumei's room, the pink arrangement and the photo of her and Xiao Cheng on the table were particularly dazzling, Hua Yunfang took Liu Yumei's hand and sat down, and then spoke. "We are Hanzhou Yuyao Company, that is, the one that sells mobile phones on the food street, although strictly speaking it is a private enterprise, but the employee benefits are far better than the cotton mill, we didn't want to tell you those big truths today, but if you really love Xiao Cheng, then as long as you are willing to give birth to his child, Raising adults, no matter whether Hanzhou Yuyao Company exists or not, the living expenses of your mother and daughter will be paid as scheduled every month, and if you don't dislike it, you will go to work in Yuyao Company in the future, and you will be paid as much salary as you should get for doing things, and the expenses required by the child can also be borne by our company......"

Liu's mother, who was standing at the door, cried when she heard this, rushed over and took Liu Yumei in her arms, and pointed at Liu Changhe and scolded. "My girl is only twenty-six this year, what kind of heart do you have? Do you think that as long as you give money, you can buy my girl's happiness? How can she marry and live after she has a child? You are simply too much......

"Auntie, Yumei is a good girl at a glance, no one wants Xiao Cheng to leave, we don't want to let Yumei keep the festival for Xiao Cheng, if you are worried about Yumei's future life, then the child will be born to the Cheng family, Yumei will find the right person to marry in the future, we will only be happy for her, and will buy a dowry for her, who dares to talk nonsense and tear her mouth apart; If anyone dares to bully Yumei, I, Hua Yunfang, am responsible for standing up for her! How can we sacrifice her happiness in exchange for Xiao Cheng's posthumous child?"

Hua Yunfang's words, Liu Yumei cried loudly, and knelt in front of Liu's mother, saying that Xiao Cheng likes children so much, he must give birth to this child, even if he doesn't marry in the future, as long as he can bring the child up, he will be satisfied.

Liu's mother also burst into tears, trying to drag Liu Yumei up but didn't move, and took her into her arms and cried loudly. "Yumei, Yumei, it's not possible! You have lost a girl's unmarried pregnancy, how can you live if you give birth to a child again! Xiao Cheng is a good child, but you have to take care of his child when you give birth, raising a child is not a cat or a dog, when the child is young, he can't leave people around him, he can't even enter the kindergarten without a hukou, and it is a problem to go to school and find a job in the future, you can't give birth......

Hua Yunfang's eyes were also red, and she squatted down and said with her face up. "Auntie, the child's hukou problem can definitely be solved, and it will definitely not make Yumei embarrassed because of this......"

Seeing that her daughter was just crying, Liu's mother knelt in front of Hua Yunfang in a hurry, and cried heartbreakingly. "Girl, please do well, let our family Yumei go, you can't harm our family Yumei...... Yumei and her father have never done anything wrong, let alone hurt anyone, we are such a daughter, please let her go......" (To be continued.) )