radicalducati Chapter 65 Donation
Chapter 65 Donation
"Call me Dad."
Tian Xiwei imitated the onomatopoeia: "Fa fa".
"Huh? I don't understand!"
"Big Brother."
"I don't understand!"
"Li Shen!!!"
Tian Xiwei stood on the ground, looking at him coldly.
Li Shen sat up: "Let's leave it at that this time, I won't make things difficult for you, but remember, I'll pry your mouth open sooner or later."
"snort!"
Li Shen opened the door: "Let's go, my dear daughter."
Li Shen walked in front, and Tian Xiwei followed behind.
Li Shen pushed open the large iron gate, but before he had gone far, he heard the barking of dogs behind him again.
An old yellow dog tied up in front of someone's house barked at Tian Xiwei, "Woof woof!"
Tian Xiwei glared at it and barked, "Woof woof woof!"
"Tian Xiwei, why are you acting like one of my drunk friends? Let's go!"
"Li Shen, I've realized that sometimes I really have to listen to you."
"Right, it's good that you're aware of this. So, little sister, wanna come with me into the woods?"
Tian Xiwei silently followed behind Li Shen, carefully considering the necessity of this matter.
You learn from your mistakes, just like with dry toilets.
Li Shen's suggestion of going to the grove together seemed absurd, but perhaps it had some merit.
We walked to the wooded area outside the village.
Tian Xiwei: "I'll never drink so much water again."
"Hmm." Li Shen thought for a moment and pointed to the cornfield on his right: "You should go to the cornfield; it's safe there."
"oh!"
Tian Xiwei stepped halfway into the cornfield and looked back at Li Shen. At that moment, Li Shen was standing with his hands in his pockets, facing the night wind and gazing at the moonlight.
The night breeze ruffled the hem of his shirt, but it couldn't disturb the composure and tranquility on his handsome face.
He was tall and slender with long legs, and his cool, aloof expression gave him the aloof and detached air of a male runway model.
Tian Xiwei paused for a few seconds, then came to her senses and said, "Li Shen, is it really necessary for you to come with me into the cornfield?"
Li Shen waved his hand without saying anything.
"I'm from the city, don't lie to me."
Li Shen simply waved his hand.
Despite the jokes and banter, Li Shen had no interest or hobby in it.
Tonight was a leisurely and relaxing night for him. He also finalized the songs to be sung, both his own and Tian Xiwei's, thus completing his temporary task.
It was a beautiful night for him.
However, the employees of the giant corporation are having a very unpleasant night.
Various employee groups received a notification from their superiors, calling on everyone to donate money, with a suggested donation amount of at least 200 yuan.
It's said to be voluntary, but employees who don't donate will be summoned for a talk by their superiors because each level of leadership has its own targets.
This situation is not uncommon in major factories.
The common excuse used by direct supervisors is: "200 isn't much money, I'll take the money for you."
Such rhetoric is quite frustrating.
That night, the workers' small group chat exploded:
I don't oppose donations, but I oppose this semi-mandatory approach!
My monthly salary is only 4000, and my mortgage and car loan payments are 3500. Life is really tough for me!
[I also want to donate, but my mom is still in the hospital. I'm not asking the company to donate; I just want to know if I can get two days off?]
[Damn, my monthly salary is 4000, and this month it's only 3800.]
[How much money can they really make by skimming off our employees? If Yoko's wife bought a few less Hermes bags, she'd have everything!]
[They're taking our hard-earned money so Yangzi can go out and show off? It's infuriating!]
[Those evil capitalists!]
[It's said to be voluntary, but isn't that practically forced donation? Is there anyone willing to lead a resistance?!]
……
In various group chats, resentment was palpable as workers vented their frustrations, but in the company's main group chat, everyone dared not speak out.
In fact, the workers come from all over the country to make a living here. With a monthly salary of several thousand yuan, the pressure of life is very heavy for workers who have elderly parents and young children to support.
For college students in their early twenties, 200 yuan might not seem like much, because they don't have any financial pressure.
But for ordinary workers, that extra 200 yuan might mean they can't pay their mortgage or even buy their kids a pair of sneakers.
……
early morning.
Yoko lay on the kang (heated brick bed), covered by a quilt, and secretly made a phone call.
"Have grievances? It's fine. Wasn't it the same with the last flood relief donations? It's just complaining; it's mostly the silent majority. If some really want to cause trouble, let them leave. There are plenty of workers earning 4000 yuan a month."
Huang Shengyi said, "I think it's best to let things happen naturally when employees donate."
"Let them do what they want? Let them do what they want. We have over 2000 employees. What if they give us 2 yuan as a gift? Wouldn't our company lose face?"
Yoko hid her phone, somewhat angry.
The workers complain that life is difficult, but what about the entrepreneurs?
If they hadn't found a way to make the company profitable, would they have been able to receive their monthly salaries on time?
How many companies have gone bankrupt? How many workers have been owed wages?
These workers are truly blessed but don't know how good they are!
I, Yangzi, am also carrying a heavy burden for more than 2000 employees.
Ungrateful!
……
11 o'clock noon.
In the courtyard of the Yang family's old house.
The guests were all seated at the table, ready to enjoy lunch.
As Li Shentian Xiwei stepped into the courtyard, Yangzi greeted her with a cheerful smile.
"Shinko, here's a gift for you: a guitar."
Li Shen looked at the guitar standing next to the dining table, surprised: "Huh?"
Li Shen frowned, sensing that nothing good was coming.
He picked up a guitar, a popular Gibson model.
From the extended Lincoln last night to now the guitar, Li Shen was puzzled.
"Brother Yang, what does this mean?"
"You and Li Hangliang share a guitar, which affects your composition. So, I specially asked a knowledgeable friend to buy you a guitar so you can try it out."
"Does it not have any other meaning?"
Yoko shook her head repeatedly: "No, please don't overthink it, I just want to be your friend."
This was truly Yoko's honest thought; the show was nearing its end, and Yoko wanted to curry favor with Li Shen as soon as possible.
Even though Li Shen's background was mediocre, he still wanted to befriend Li Shen because of Li Shen's extraordinary talent, which he might be able to leverage in the future!
Li Shen casually strummed the guitar and said, "This is indeed better than the jade pendant."
"Haha. Please sit down, everyone. Please enjoy your lunch. Fukako, please eat first."
"I'll test the sound quality; you guys keep eating."
Huang Shengyi said, "Mailing and Li Hangliang haven't arrived yet. Should we wait a little longer?"
Yoko pouted, "Waiting for Merlin? Forget it, let's eat!"
During lunch, Yoko recounted in detail the history of Baoding City, as well as the history of the huge corporations that rose to prominence alongside the development of Baoding City.
Li Shen, holding his guitar, played for a while, then reached out and plucked a grape: "Brother Yang, this doesn't need a link, does it?"
"Shenzi, what you said is true. After reflecting on this period of time, I will gradually improve. This table full of fruit and snacks doesn't contain any products from the livestream!"
The crowd began to applaud.
Yoko said, "As a mature man, let me tell you, don't let my age fool you. I reflect on myself, and the older I get, the more I exude the unique charm of a successful man!"
Liang Song clapped his hands: "Great!"
He Meiyan: "Yang Ge is excellent!"
Yoko: "Haha!"
Li Shen: "A fatherly smell, and an old man's smell?"