After talking for a while, Fang Bingsheng lit a cigarette and saw that the coolie kneeling at his feet was sobbing softly and kept clenching his fists. He looked very good and he was good at it.
He tapped his leg on the stool, with the toe of his leather shoe facing Zhou Hengfu's nose, looking up at the dust on the beams of the mountain temple, and said: "It's not easy for you to bring two children. Originally, this Our company is not responsible for this, but we are all fellow villagers. I have lived in your village for more than half a year, right? How about this, where is your wife? I will give you fifteen silver dollars, and you can come here. Just put your fingerprint on the contract and you¡¯ll get a little reward from our company"
Zhou Hengfu, who was kneeling on the ground, stopped sobbing. He straightened up and looked down at the ground. Fang Bingsheng was not in a hurry and dangled the sole of his leather shoe in front of his eyes. He had already made up his mind: "I will give you twenty yuan at most. If you are greedy, you will get extra." I'll give you twenty yuan after a good beating, and you'll have to pay for your own medical expenses. Still not convinced? Well, you can die violently or go to jail, and you'll still get twenty yuan, and let your orphan do the work for you. ."
Unexpectedly, Zhou Hengfu thought for a while and suddenly knelt down in front of Fang Bingsheng and said: "I don't want money"
Fang Bingsheng was taken aback by these words, and even the thugs next to him changed their expressions and came around because they had heard this saying many times, "I don't want money" The second half of this sentence is nothing more than That is: "I want a tone!", "I want a truth!", "I want justice!"
Fang Bingsheng lowered his right foot from the cross-legged position and stomped heavily on the stone brick where Zhou Hengfu's face and nose were touching. He arrogantly let him stomp out the dust that covered Zhou Hengfu's forehead and braid, and shouted sternly: "I'll give you three more silver dollars at most, so don't make me unhappy!"
One of the thugs was a little impatient. He probably thought that the next step would be to perform the intimidation scene. He took a step forward, knelt on the ground and held the arm of Zhou Hengfu, who was lying on the ground.
But Zhou Hengfu¡¯s words stunned everyone.
Zhou Hengfu raised his face an inch, rolled his eyes and looked at the foot of Fang Bingsheng's stool and shouted: "Mr. Fang, I don't want money, let me be a regular employee!"
He then raised his face a little higher. This time he looked at Fang Bingsheng's knees. He said hurriedly: "Mr. Fang, the farmland at home is gone, and I have no ability to make money. When I was young, I owed a lot of debt when I was a businessman. There is not much money left for land acquisition. After I finish this section, I don't know what else will be left." There is no way to support a family. Now I am doing a good job as an official in Tiehe. I can eat! Mr. Fang, I have two children to raise, and the mother of the child is gone. It doesn¡¯t matter whether I can complete this stage. Dismiss me and let me follow you all the time!"
"Oh, it turns out you want to follow the project all the time." Fang Bingsheng was relieved, but immediately became confused: everything was lacking in the Song Dynasty, except for coolies. He often commanded thousands of people under his command. , but it is either a high-tech job or a job of digging soil and building roadbeds. This job is not difficult, and anyone can do it. They are all subcontracted to gangs from various places, or they hire a group of them at will, and because the court often has no money, it can¡¯t be done. Allocating funds, the project was done intermittently, and there really was no formal position for a coolie; the formal workers Zhou Hengfu mentioned were probably the foreman and his cronies who wore railway uniforms.
"How can a coolie be classified as a regular worker?" Before Fang Bingsheng could say anything, a few thugs started laughing, "Want to wear uniforms? You're just a guy wearing straw sandals. You can wait for the next life."
At this time, Zhou Hengfu knocked his head heavily on the stone slab, knocking it back and forth, and shouted: "Mr. Fang, you are a high official of the imperial court. For the sake of my family's ruin, please have mercy on me, a poor man. Mr. Fang, you are a good man." If there is good news, the official career will surely be prosperous in the future, the iron river will be managed, the officials will be in charge, and high officials will be produced from generation to generation"
Zhou Hengfu is illiterate, and he seems to have nothing in common with an educated man like Fang Bingsheng. However, the most straightforward words of the old farmer scratched Fang Bingsheng's itch and touched his heart, because in the same culture, The pursuit of elites and illiterates is at the core, just like moths rushing to flames: as a senior executive of a monopoly company, what he likes most is not being flattered as a successful businessman or business elite. In his heart, this is tantamount to scolding him. He was a pariah who became a businessman; so when he introduced himself to the unruly people, he always confused the difference between officials and businessmen. Who told him that the court was standing behind him?
Recently, he is still studying English, physics, and chemistry on his own, preparing for the scientific examination. Isn¡¯t he just thinking about: "Prosperous official career, managing the iron river, managing official errands, and producing high-ranking officials from generation to generation"
Of course, with his knowledge system that has not been educated in the Western system, it is getting more and more difficult to pass the imperial examination. Therefore, he also imagined that Song You Tiedian was taken over by the court. Even if his income dropped a little, it didn't matter. At least he was an official. Now Zhou Hengfu said The "Guan Tie River" just fulfilled his wish.
"Stand up!" Fang Bingsheng raised his hand and stopped Zhou Hengfu's nagging incense-like entreaties.The emperor's car? Can this foodie know how to poop? "A bodyguard immediately shouted.
"Yes! I have a parking lot at home, and I often pull it!" Zhou Hengfu replied.
"That's not a local car. The one I have is a good car from Shunfeng. If it's damaged, your life won't even be enough to pay for it."
"Okay, okay, let him try it first." Fang Bingsheng smiled and stopped the bodyguards' habit of intimidating and threatening the underworld, but it was useless. In this dusty place with no gravel roads, maybe getting the car itself was an error.
"Master, I have one more request" At this time, Zhou Hengfu knocked his head on the ground again.
"You foodie is sick" A bodyguard rushed up and cursed. People from the railway company didn't like to hear "request" or "demand" the most, not to mention the word "return" before it.
But Fang Bingsheng stopped the bodyguard with a wave of his hand and said with a smile: "You want your two children to follow you, right? You know that we also recruit child labor, but your children are too young to do much work. They can only help in the kitchen, that is, They eat and live in the company for free; let¡¯s put it this way, the two brats add up to the amount I give to a child laborer: 6 cents a day.¡±
"Mr. Fang, you are really the living Guanyin Bodhisattva Wuwu" Zhou Hengfu, who was kneeling below, burst into tears. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!