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"Factory director, my master has been working in the factory for so many years, and there is no merit and hard work, so you should be merciful and compensate him! Otherwise, their family would really not be able to survive. ”

Bai Guangping also came out of the crowd in a timely manner to intercede for Nian Daqiang, but Wu Xianyong did not veto it again, but was a little hesitant.

"Uncle, my dad just rested at home for a few days, I should have told the factory, why did you fire him?"

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the New Year's painting was not idle, and asked the big brother on the side for news.

"He hadn't been here for days, and we didn't know what was going on. Later, your father's apprentice was Xiaobai, and he told the factory director that your father was not in good health and needed to rest for a while, and the factory director opened your father. ”

Nian Hua pondered these words carefully, it seems that this matter is more or less related to Bai Guangping, Nian Daqiang has never said that he wants to rest for a while.

As for whether Bai Guangping did it intentionally or unintentionally, it is uncertain for the time being.

"Sister, pinch me and make a little effort."

Seeing that the fire was almost over, the New Year's painting was ready to go up and add the last fire, but this last fire needed some tears, and the New Year's painting couldn't hold it back for a while, so he could only ask Liang Yin for help.

"What?"

Liang Yin couldn't believe it, and felt that she had heard it wrong.

The New Year's painting rolled up his sleeves: "Pinch me!" ”

"Are you alright, don't scare me!"

The New Year's painting had to be attached to Liang Yin's ear to explain, and after explaining, he said: "Either you pinch me, or you can give me two particularly touching stories and let me shed some tears." ”

Liang Yin couldn't cry or laugh, and just saw a basin of water on the side, but the water was not clear, it should be put for washing hands, after all, this is a brick factory, and the quality of the burned bricks must be checked frequently.

Liang Yin took advantage of no one to pay attention to the hand in it, took it out and wiped it on the face of the New Year's painting.

"Isn't that right now?"

Liang Yin actually had such a wit, so as not to be pinched again, and there was a bruise on his skin when he turned around.

It's just that there seems to be mud slag in this water, and the New Year's painting can't care about the discomfort caused by the mud slag on the face.

"Mom, get up! Let's go home, it's a big deal that our family died together, and we are also a family on Huangquan Road. ”

The New Year's painting went to help Zhao Cuilan up, and the droplets of water on her face flowed down, like tears.

Wu Xianyong was hesitating, as soon as he heard what the New Year painting said, if the family really went back to commit suicide collectively, he was afraid that the brick kiln factory would be unknown to others, so he hesitated for a moment and finally made a decision.

He took out a stack of money from the drawer, counted a hundred yuan, and handed it to Zhao Cuilan.

"Take it, take it away, I'll apply for a work-related injury for the elderly when I go back, and this 100 yuan will be regarded as work-related injury compensation."

Zhao Cuilan immediately fell silent, and happily took the hundred yuan, but her eyes were fixed on the other money in Wu Xianyong's hand.

A hundred pieces is not far from five hundred.

"Director Wu, don't give more!"

As soon as Wu Xianyong heard this, he hid the money behind him and left Zhao Cuilan.

"Just a hundred! If you make trouble again, I won't even give you a hundred dollars!" ”

As he spoke, he shouted at the door again: "Look at what you see, don't hurry up and get to work!" ”

The people at the door immediately dispersed.

The goal was basically achieved, and Nian Daqiang and Nian Youyu thanked Wu Xianyong again and again.

Seeing Zhao Cuilan's unwilling eyes, the New Year's painting hurriedly pulled her out.

"Thank you, Director Wu, we'll go first."

Nian Daqiang only has a salary of more than a dozen yuan a month, and if he can get a hundred yuan this time, it is time to burn high incense.

Out of the brick kiln factory, Zhao Cuilan actually complained a little about the New Year's paintings.

"What are you doing so quickly, I think I might be able to ask for more!"

The New Year's painting rolled her eyes, and her mother was too greedy.

Nian Daqiang snorted coldly and asked Zhao Cuilan: "I have a salary of more than a dozen yuan a month, how much do you want?" ”

Zhao Cuilan closed her mouth at this time.