In 1842, the cowardly and incompetent Qing government signed the humiliating Treaty of Nanjing, and Hong Kong was ceded to Britain.

Now, these people who voluntarily quit want to return to Renhe Hospital, and they also have to sign that unequal contract.

Refuse? Yes, to refuse is to block your own way out.

"How? To sign or not to sign? Teng Xiangling smiled and glanced at everyone, that smile was like a big bad wolf in the eyes of others - oh no, it should be more appropriate to say that it was a human trafficker. The contract she prepared was not much different from the deed of sale.

To sign or not to sign, this is a question worth considering.

Everyone hesitated, and signing it meant selling themselves to the hospital for five years, and they had to be on guard to prevent being fired and not getting a penny of compensation. But the good news is that there is a good salary to be paid. If they don't sign, not only will they not get their salary, but they will also have to pay high liquidated damages - between the two, they prefer to choose the former.

"I'll sign it." Tang Keming was the first to express his position.

As soon as he expressed his position, there were voices of agreement to sign one after another.

Love is precious, life is more valuable, if it is for freedom, both can be thrown.

There may have been some truth in this statement in the past, but in this era when interests are paramount, what kind of love, life, and freedom can be bought with money. So, they compromised.

"Okay, come to my office at half past eight tomorrow morning to sign the contract, that's it, you guys disperse." Teng Xiangling was very satisfied with this ending, waved his hand, turned around and walked towards the hospital building.

At this time, Hua Cuo, who had been following her, was relieved, thank God that she didn't make any trouble, otherwise Yan Murong wouldn't have to dismantle my bones when he came back.

"Are you really going to get them all back?" Hua Cuo looked at the crowd that had begun to gradually leave, and asked in a low voice.

"Isn't that bad?" Teng Xiangling asked rhetorically.

"I don't see it." Hua Wrong shook his head. "These people are the legendary centrists, commonly known as the grass on the wall, wherever the wind blows, they will fall, you are not afraid that they will make this trouble for you again?"

"They don't dare." Teng Xiangling said with a sly smile. "With a penalty of 100 times the annual salary, no one is stupid enough to take the initiative to resign - what hospital do you think will compensate tens of millions of liquidated damages for a person in order to poach him?"

"That's a cruel move." Hua Cuo smacked his lips and looked embarrassed.

Teng Xiangling smiled. "Women, hate yourself, and hate others even more." ――

In the evening, the Yan family's small building was full of people, and the Yan Cangyuan family, who rushed back to Shanghai a few days after the New Year, also rushed back.

Today is the thirteenth year of the first month, and the day after tomorrow is the Lantern Festival, which is called the small year, and on the fourteenth day of the first month, it is an important day for the Yan family - the eightieth birthday of the old man Yan Longteng.

Whether it was in other places or in Yanjing, as long as it was someone from the Yan family, they all rushed back before dinner to discuss how to celebrate the old man's 80th birthday.

As the saying goes, eighty and the cane is the same, in fact, this is a very interesting story.

In ancient times, the emperor was definitely the second and third of the earth, and at that time, every morning when the emperor was the emperor, he had to convene a meeting of his ministers, and the word "meeting", not to mention ancient times, was also annoying even now.

In ancient times, these officials could be regarded as miserable, the emperor shouted for a meeting, they had to get up at two or three o'clock in the middle of the night to wait outside the palace, wait until five or six o'clock, then they could go in, and then the meeting was in the morning.

If you meet a faint monarch, it is good to meet a good emperor who worries about the country every day, it is not impossible to drive from morning to night.

The emperor is the Ninety-Five, and one of them can sit in the court, and the others, regardless of the official or the official, have to stand honestly below, with back pain and leg cramps.

The emperor held a meeting, and occasionally some old ministers who had retired from the previous dynasty were invited to come and observe, but these old ministers were all old, and as soon as they stood down in the past few hours, all those who had heart disease and high blood pressure came -- so the words of the eighty and cane came out. It means that if you are over 80 years old, it is not okay to sit, but it is still okay for you to use a cane.

It can be seen that the 80th birthday of the elderly is the most important thing for any family.

You see, the emperor knows that the old man is eighty years old, and he feels sorry for the old man and makes people go to court on crutches, not to mention these ordinary people?

However, as for how to celebrate Old Man Yan's eightieth birthday, several members of the Yan family have different opinions.

Yan Canghai and Yan Cangyuan's brothers' idea was to do it small, and invite the people from the Guo family and the Su family to gather at home, but Yan Minghua disagreed, and they were noisy and had to do a big deal.

"Minghua, Dad is old and can't stand the noise, just bring a few families to get together at home." Yan Canghai looked at Yan Minghua and said.

"Yes, Minghua, you just listen to the eldest brother." Yan Cangyuan said with a smile. "We know you have a lot of money, but we have to save some money if you have a lot of money, don't we? Just get together as a family, why bother to be so extravagant, find your explanation, set up a hundred tables in the state guesthouse, how much does it cost? ”

"You two are addicted to being Qing officials, right?" Yan Minghua pursed his lips. "How much is that? I'm not making more than that's what I earn in a minute--why don't you two say it's upside down, can't you be nicer to Dad? I won't let you pay for it, you feel sorry for a fart, just bring your mouth to eat when the time comes. ”

Listening to Yan Minghua's words, the muscles on Yan Murong's face trembled, it is estimated that no one in the family dares to talk to his father like this except for the old man and his sister-in-law.

"Alright, you guys don't fight."

At this time, the old man Yan who was sitting on the sofa spoke. "Is it my birthday or your birthday, you are fighting for it, why don't you ask me what I think?"

"Dad, you say." Yan Canghai hurriedly asked.

"Dad, don't listen to them, your old man is eighty years old, these two unfilial sons have to give you a small deal." Yan Minghua also interjected. "If you want me to say that you will listen to me, let's set up a hundred tables in the State Guesthouse."

"Alright, stop arguing."

Yan Canghai still wanted to speak, but the old man Yan smiled and waved his hand and said. "Just listen to Minghua, I'm eighty years old, I don't know how many years I can live, and I've never been so lively in my life."

As soon as he heard the old man say this, Yan Canghai immediately shut up.

Yes, how many eighty years old can a person be in this life? Or how many can live to be eighty years old?

Since the old man wants to be lively, let's be lively.