C45 I'll Wait for the Police to Arrest Me

Seeing Ning Peng speak in such a manner, Song Jie couldn't help but nod his head. He secretly felt a trace of understanding gratitude. His nose turned sour, and tears flowed down again.

In the few days after his eldest son, Song Zhanming, was beaten to death for no reason, he and his wife had been washing their faces with tears all day long. Their hearts felt like they had been stuffed with a dirty, stinky, and heavy piece of cotton, and they almost could not breathe.

The butler was in the county town, but the Song family was a bunch of farmers. In the previous year, they used the money they earned from selling land to open a birthday shop in East Pass. Their business was not very good. The five people in the family, old and old, relied on the few salaries of their eldest son, Song Zhanming, to barely make a living.

In Daan County, not to mention local villagers, even those government officials, after death, had to be buried. Very few were cremated. As a result, the demand for coffins was very high. However, there were also many people who did business in this area, and the competition was very fierce.

His youngest son, Song Zhantao, worked in the Mei Shore Country government. He had graduated from university for six or seven years. He was almost thirty years old this year, and had yet to start a family. It was not that he could not find a partner, but the high betrothal gifts and the rising housing prices. It was intimidating, and he could not afford to get married.

That night, after hearing the words of the young man who claimed to be his son, Song Zhanming's good friend, Song Jie's hatred towards Fan Wenbin became even stronger.

From the beginning until the end, he believed that Hua Cheng Corporation had a huge responsibility for the death of his son. If the company did not request overtime, his son would not be beaten to death for no reason.

"Song Zhanming is an old employee of Hua Cheng Corporation. He is also a good employee and a good friend of mine for many years. " Ning Peng stared at the Song father and son closely. He saw all of their facial expressions in his heart. He thought to himself that there was a chance.

After a moment, he sighed slightly and continued to speak in a very friendly tone, "Master Song, the matter has already happened. Due to your family's economic situation, the company has decided to give you a certain amount of financial aid. "

When he said this, he saw that the Song father and son were staring at him intently and listening attentively. He could not help but raise his voice and say, "This morning, Director Fan repeatedly told us to do our best to take care of Song Zhanming's family. We must not let them suffer any grievances. "

Then, he raised two fingers and said rather generously, "After the company's research and decision, we will subsidize twenty thousand yuan to Song Zhanming's family members. "

Seeing that the Song father and son were only very obedient, there was no reaction for the time being. He said again: "The company has already applied for accident damage insurance for Song Zhanming. You can also use this to seek compensation from Hefeng Insurance Company. As far as I know, the compensation is very high.

Hearing Ning Peng's words, Fan Xuehua was stunned. He thought to himself, Didn't his father already make it very clear? Ning Peng was the one who made the decision within the fifty thousand yuan, but why did he only say that he would save twenty thousand yuan?

After pondering carefully, Fan Xuehua came to a realization, and his heart instantly filled with emotion. This Ning Peng was indeed someone who had mingled in society. Whether it was speaking or doing things, he had a lot of leeway to turn things around.

Before this, his father had repeatedly warned him earnestly that everything would be handled by Ning Peng and Su Bingde, whereas he only had to make a record of the negotiations truthfully and absolutely not interrupt casually, so as to avoid saying a wrong word and causing the matter to become irreconcilable.

At this time, Ning Peng looked at Su Bingde, who was beside him, and said, "Counselor Su, when the time comes, please help Master Song and the others to seek compensation from the insurance company. "

After saying that, he paused for a moment, then asked the Song father and son in a caring tone, "Master Song, do you have any objections to the company's decision? If there is, please tell us and the company will consider it"

After hearing this, Song Jie could no longer hold it in. He stared at his two big eyes and said sternly, "My son's life is only worth twenty thousand yuan? What a joke, what a huge joke.

Then, he gasped for breath and stared at Ning Peng with hatred. He pointed at Ning Peng with his trembling hand and shouted with a fierce voice. "You don't think I'm a human being at all. "

Song Zhantao also shouted indignantly, "My brother has worked in the Hucheng Group for several years. He has no credit, but he also has to work hard. Before he died, he worked overtime for the company. Now, my brother's body is still cold, and his body is still in the morgue. It's too disappointing for you to use this little money to send us away.

Seeing that the Song father and son pair thought that the money was too little and that they would be able to vent their anger, Ning Peng secretly sneered and thought to himself, It's already very easy for you to deal with him like this. If it was in the past, when such a thing happened in the coal mine, no one would care about it, and they would even pay for it? In your dreams.

Then, he secretly gave Su Bingde a look, and then he coldly looked at the Song father and son. After a moment, he smiled and said, "Master Song, don't get angry first. If there's something you need to discuss, why get angry?"

After a slight pause, he asked again, "If you think twenty thousand yuan is too little, then how much do you want? Can you tell me a number and let me hear it? So that I can report it to CEO Fan "

Fan Wenbin set the maximum amount of relief money to be fifty thousand, but Ning Peng did not want to say it out loud. Because. . . According to his experience in handling such matters, no matter how much the company paid, The family members of the deceased will not be satisfied, the lion opens its mouth. . . They all wanted a few more. Such an example, during the time of the small coal kiln, They had seen too many.

He clearly remembered that there was a time when water suddenly came out of the well and drowned a farmer in his fifties. After the family heard the news, they parked the body in their office and caused a huge ruckus for more than ten days. After a few tough and patient negotiations, they finally lost 100,000 yuan and secretly stole this matter.

At that time, many families in remote and poor villages ran out to make money. It was very difficult. As they were not educated and were older, they could only do some very dangerous heavy work.

Apart from construction sites, digging coal in a small coal mine was the choice of many people. Thus, they became 'black miners' and handed their lives to the coal boss.

Seeing the complacent excitement of his family when they received the money and the greedy look on their faces, Ning Peng could not help but feel a strong sense of disdain and sorrow in his heart. People nowadays were indifferent to family love for money to such an extent.

"Master Song, if you think it's too little and continue to pester me so unreasonably, I'll call the police immediately. At that time, you won't be able to get a single cent. "

Seeing Ning Peng give him a mysterious look, Su Bingde understood tacitly. With a tense face, he said in a very serious tone, "Twenty thousand yuan is already quite a lot. "

This sentence deeply provoked Song Jie. He suddenly stood up, his eyes burning with hatred. Staring at Ning Peng for a moment, he said sternly to Song Zhantao, "Let's go, Zhantao. We'll wait for the police to arrest us and shoot my family. "

Before he left the house, he glared at Su Bingde and roared with a dark face, "I'll wait for you at the gate. I'll wait for you to come and arrest me with the police. " After he finished speaking, he walked out with his head held high without even looking back.

Su Bingde did not expect his threatening words to not only fail to intimidate Song Jie, it had the opposite effect. He had infuriated Song Jie and made things difficult for him. He regretted saying such words.

Seeing this, Ning Peng let out a cold laugh and said to Song Zhantao, "Little Song, go and persuade your father to stop throwing a tantrum. "

Seeing Song Zhantao walk out with a gloomy face, he urged him again, "If there's something you need to discuss, we can discuss it. If you make such a big fuss, it won't solve the problem. "

Thus, the first meeting between Hua Cheng Corporation and Song Zhanming's family ended with Song Jie's furious departure.

After listening to Ning Peng's report, he seriously looked at his son's negotiation records a few times and stood by the window. As he looked at the people who were causing trouble under the scorching sun at the entrance, a thought suddenly rose in Fan Wenbin's heart. He thought to himself, A person who is not a gentleman is not poisonous and does not have a husband. It seemed that if they did not use force, they would not let go of the matter.