Song Tingchuan patted him on the shoulder:

"Employing child labor, your mother said that it was serious and was an accomplice, and it was just a matter of not reporting it. It's okay, be filial to your mother in the future, she will understand, they will understand. ”

Du Fei looked at the blue sky above his head and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Let's hope so,"

He didn't really have much hope.

But for his mother, he is still willing to respect.

No matter what they think of him in the future, he will repay the kindness of birth and nurturing.

Two days later, there was a major event in West County that shocked the whole county.

The famous Dujia dyeing and weaving factory in the county was forcibly closed for three illegal child laborers and was no longer allowed to open, and Boss Du himself was also taken away by the police to strictly investigate the matter.

Before the hired child laborers were brought out, they were arranged by the local government to conduct a comprehensive medical examination, saying that it was convenient to sentence Boss Du according to the results of the physical examination.

The results of the medical examination are outrageous.

Because these children have lived in a heavily polluted environment for a long time, all of them have some kind of lung and respiratory problems.

Some of them went in early, and those injuries were even irreversible.

Most of the melon-eating people in the county who didn't know the truth were stunned, and they were scolding Boss Du for not being a person, it was just a bunch of children.

And the children and their families who got the results of the medical examinations were also stupid.

They didn't expect that they just went to earn money and get a job, but in the end, they lost all their lungs.

Su Nan originally thought that these parents should regret their mistakes at this time.

However, in fact, they are far more realistic than Su Nan thought.

Many parents took their children and physical examination sheets directly to the door of the court to make trouble, asking Boss Du to give them an explanation.

To put it bluntly, it is asking for money.

Du Mingguo appeared in everyone's field of vision under the protection of the police, and listening to the complaints of those villagers, Du Mingguo was unmoved.

"Now that you're looking for me to ask for compensation, why did you go earlier? Don't forget, you begged me to hire your children! ”

The villagers complained in tears:

"Then why don't you dress them in dust suits? And what about masks? If you don't do anything, are you still human? ”

Du Mingguo's face was expressionless, and the whole person was very indifferent.

"I didn't deduct their food and housing from my salary, and asked me to prepare dust suits and masks for them, am I really a boy with scattered wealth?!"

The villagers now understood.

What so-called living bodhisattvas who eat and live are all fake.

This is to use the money for dust clothing and masks to feed the children.

Who is rare to eat and live in his bag?!

The most simple emotions of the people, the most direct way for them to vent their anger is to want to break the culprit into pieces.

So a group of people swarmed up and almost knocked down the police in charge of the arrangement.

It was certainly impossible for the police to let such a scene occur, and they stopped the rioting villagers one after another, and at the same time took the handcuffed Du Mingguo out of everyone's sight.

Seeing Du Mingguo disappear from view little by little, the villagers kept clamoring to ask Du Mingguo to take responsibility.

In the midst of this uproar, a young man with a beautiful face slowly walked out, holding a big horn in his hand.

"Folks, listen to me."

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked in the direction of the voice, and no one spoke again for a while.