"Right."
After Jin Beishan hung up the phone, Zhou Manzhen asked with a worried face, "What happened?"
Hearing Jin Beishan's tone, it seemed as if other than major events, Zhou Manzhen was also worried.
"It's fine. There's something wrong with the construction site at the southern business district. I'll get Kang Song to send you home. I need to rush over there." Jin Beisheng comforted, and said lightly.
"I'll go with you." Zhou Manzhen impatiently held Jin Beiseng's hand, a sense of foreboding wrapped around his heart.
"No need. You've been on the plane for such a long time. Go home and rest first. I'll go back and accompany you after I'm done with my matters." Jin Beisheng narrowed his eyes. In his mind, he thought to himself, if Manchu followed him all the way to the construction site and that laborer jumped down from the top floor, how bloody would that be?
On the way to the southern business district, Uncle Zou had explained everything that happened. Originally, the construction team owed the wages of the laborers, and the daughter of the laborers was in the hospital treating leukemia. She was really in a desperate situation, so she came up with this idea.
Along with Jin Beiseng's arrival, the entire crowd of reporters had been evacuated, but there were still some who were eager to give it a try. As Jin Beiseng walked over, the media was eager to give it a try.
"Director Jin, may I ask if JS International has defaulted on the wages of the civilian workers?"
"JS International has always been rich and has never defaulted on the salaries of its employees. Does Chief Jin know about this?"
"I heard that Boss Jin took Madam to B City for her honeymoon, did you come all the way home?"
"Director Jin, how do you plan to deal with this matter?"
The reporters kept chattering non-stop. Jin Beisheng looked arrogantly at the black mass of people in front of him, narrowing his eyes. The policemen immediately rushed up and blocked the reporters from leaving.
Everyone knows that JS International has never owed anyone their wages. For something like this to happen today, it must be because the construction team has a spy. Jin Beisheng bent over, entered the security line, turned his head and spoke to the reporters.
The reporters didn't hear the substantive answer and were unwilling to accept it. They continued to linger around the construction site, and when the policemen saw that Jin Beisen had already walked inside, they immediately picked up their batons and chased the reporters away.
"Director Jin." Uncle Zou was pacing back and forth in the chaotic construction site when he saw Jin Beisheng with his sharp eyes, and he hurriedly walked forward.
"How's the investigation going?" Jin Beisan walked with a calm stride, not flustered nor flustered as he asked in a calm voice.
"We suspect that the construction company has a spy. The company's finance department already transferred the salary last month." Uncle Zou explained.
Jin Beisen looked towards the top floor, the sun in the sky was very glaring, on the platform that was over 50 floors high, a shadow could be vaguely seen.
The police officers of the Public Security Bureau were holding their walkie-talkies and commanding from below. Several policemen had already gone up, but the negotiations were fruitless. The laborer insisted on meeting with Jin Beiseng.
"What's the situation up there?" the police chief asked.
An indistinct voice came from the walkie-talkie, and one could still hear the wind blowing strongly, "A laborer has been arguing for a long time to see Boss Jin, he's currently very agitated."
Two large airbags were already prepared on the ground, but if someone really jumped down from the top of the fiftieth floor, even ten airbags wouldn't be able to save them.
Jin Beisen frowned, immediately prepared to walk up, while telling Uncle Zou, "Immediately get someone to prepare one million cash."
"Yes." Uncle Zou immediately made a call.
Not even three minutes had passed when a black car hastily stopped outside the construction site. A man in a suit and leather shoes ran in carrying a safe filled with 1 million yuan in cash.
The policemen below cried out in alarm, sucking in a breath of cold air from the bottom of their hearts, thinking, Jin Beiseng was letting things go too far, even a laborer jumping off a building would give him a million!
"Boss Jin, are we giving all one million to him?" Uncle Zou carried the silver safe, put on the helmet with Jin Beisen, and went up to the construction elevator.
"Yes." Jin Beisen calmly said.
"Even if we do owe him a salary, it would only be fifty to sixty thousand gold coins. Director Jin, why give him so much? If this news spreads, what about others who will follow suit?" Uncle Zou still had a lingering fear in his heart. If everyone came to extort JS International, wouldn't it be a mess?
"We have to protect our employees well. It's hard for the migrant workers, and it's really not easy for them to work at the construction site in the middle of the summer. Moreover, his daughter has leukemia, so she has no choice but to do so." He watched as the construction elevator gradually moved away from the ground, and he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.
Uncle Zou didn't say anything, but stared at Jin Beisan. Jin Beiseng had changed, he seemed to be more and more kind, more and more considerate for others. In the past Jin Beisan was not like this, it seemed that Zhou Weiqing had really changed him.
Arriving at the top floor, three uniformed police officers were anxiously waiting, seeing Jin Beisan coming, it was as if they were grabbing onto a lifesaver, one of them immediately ran over, sweating profusely, "Boss, we can't control the situation any longer."
As they walked in, they heard the migrant workers standing at the edge of the roof, shouting with all their might, "You heartless bunch, did your hearts get eaten by dogs or are you robbing us of our hard-earned money? If you do this, you will suffer retribution."
"Don't get excited, our JS International has never owed any employees wages. How much wages do the construction team owe you? Here is one million, is it enough?" Jin Beisan walked forward. In front of him was a newly built floor, the edges were empty, without any protective equipment.
He was about 30 years old, his skin was dark, he blinked his eyes, hesitated for a few seconds and then said, "This must be a fake, you have fake money here, you won't even pay me 50,000 yuan, how can you give me 1 million?"
"This is real money. Get down first, it's very dangerous up there." The wind beside his ears was howling and shouting. He could completely understand this migrant worker, he was only forced into a corner by life, that's why he came up with this idea, and used suicide to get his eyeball.
"Then throw the money over here first." The migrant worker suspiciously looked at Jin Beisheng, and said in a skeptical tone.
Just as Jin Beiseng was about to throw the money over, unexpectedly, the migrant worker added, "Wait, you will personally deliver it. If you dare lie to me, I will die together with you."
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