Chapter 268: Chapter 268: Wang Jinju falls into a pit
School starts tomorrow, and after that, I have to study like crazy for the rest of the semester. Feng Yiping particularly cherished his last day of vacation, and he stubbornly stayed in bed until nine o'clock before getting up for breakfast.
In the morning, he had congee made from glutinous rice and rice, accompanied by the family's pickles. There was no place to buy buns or steamed buns these two days, and there was no need to buy them anyway. He fried some fried dumplings that he had brought with him, which were crispy and fragrant.
It's strange to say, but during those days at home for the New Year, I felt full all day long without eating. Once I returned to the city, my stomach felt like it had been emptied, and my appetite immediately returned. He ate everything in the pot clean, and still looked a little unsatisfied.
'Okay, you'll have lunch in a couple of days. If you're still not full, there are so many snacks and fruits on the coffee table, some of which are not good for long-term storage, so go and destroy some.' Huang Jingping came over to clear the table.
Well, this arrangement is not bad.
But during the Spring Festival, what is annoying is that many TVs are showing those TV dramas by Grandma Qiong Yao, and they are all playing back to back. Feng Yiping only needs to hear one line from those melodramas by Grandma Qiong Yao, in which people cry and shout all the time and where there is nothing but love triangles.
He simply turned the TV to mute, and from channel one to channel 45, there really wasn't anything to watch. With no other options, he could only watch the news. This thing, whether true or false, it should be less annoying at times.
Huang Jingping was still resting her head on his lap, talking about some of her New Year's experiences. Feng Yiping suddenly thought of something, and laughed. Huang Jingping was a little confused by the laugh, 'What are you laughing at?'
'Look, it's been almost a day and a night since we met yesterday. First, we fell asleep for a few hours, and then we kept playing the kissing game. It's only now that we have time to talk. Isn't that funny?'
'Not funny!' Huang Jingping blushed, closed her eyes, and pretended to cover her ears. Feng Yiping couldn't help but lean in again. Huang Jingping protested in a low voice, 'No, it's still swollen!'
'It's okay, I'll just help moisturise it,' this time it was a light taste, well, just a few minutes of tasting. freёwebnovel.com
Huang Jingping played with Feng Yiping's fingers, pulling them forward one by one, then bending them to make a crisp sound, "Do you know? During the New Year, I met Wang Jinju,'
'Oh, how is she? She's doing well, right? Is she married?" Feng Yiping also remembered that somewhat shrewish female classmate who was unforgiving with her words.
'She didn't get married so quickly. She's still working in the south.'
'Hey, hey, we have classmates who are getting married soon!'
'Really, who?' Girls have the gene for gossip.
'Lin Hui, when I went to her house to pay New Year's visits the other day, her aunt told me that when she was in the south, she met a university student who worked in her company's finance department. Oh, by the way, it seems that the university student is from the city, and in the second half of last year, he went back with Lin Hui for a visit. It seems that they are now in the city, renovating a house, preparing for their marriage!'
'Ah, really that soon?' Huang Jingping was a little surprised, and also a little inexplicably emotional.
'Be surprised, at the time it surprised both Wang Changning and me.'
'Actually, it's not surprising. When Lin Hui was at school, it seemed that she wasn't there to study, but to have fun and fall in love.'
Having said that, Huang Jingping gave him a little tap. 'Let me tell you about Wang Jinju. Why are you bringing Lin Hui into this?'
'It's my fault. Go on.' Anyone who has browsed forums before knows how to start a tangent.
'When she saw me a few years ago, she burst into tears. She said that when she entered the clothing factory, she was confiscated her ID as soon as she entered the factory gate, and she was also made to sign a contract. She had to live and eat in the factory, seven days a week, working an average of more than 16 hours a day. She was only allowed to make a phone call once a month, and she was supervised at all times. It was only after almost half a year that she managed to contact some of her old friends and classmates from her hometown, and they rescued her. She worked like a slave for six months, but in the end she didn't get a single penny of her wages.'
To Feng Yiping, this is actually not news anymore. In recent years, many young people who have been given the title of 'migrant worker' by society, young people from the mainland who have gone to work in coastal areas, have had this experience. In fact, to put it bluntly, it is similar in nature to the later 'black brick kilns', except that the workplace is not in the suburbs or the wild, but in various development zones. The working environment is also better than in the brick kilns, but the work intensity should be similar.
As for protecting their rights, they don't have the time, energy or channels for that, let alone the money. Besides, the contract they signed when they entered the factory is definitely in the factory's favour. They may not even win a lawsuit. They can only learn from their mistakes.
You have to understand that even more than ten years ago, even the prime minister personally inquired about the issue of migrant workers' unpaid wages. Just imagine how big the problem is.
There are many reasons for this problem. Not to mention the unscrupulous bosses and manufacturers, the vocational schools that sent them out also failed to fulfil their responsibilities. After finding a job for a student, they have done their job and fulfilled their promise, not to mention the follow-up services and so on. It is possible that the students they sent out, after working in the factory they found for less than a month, felt dissatisfied and resigned to find their own way out, and then they ran headlong into these black factories.
Parents have also failed to fulfil their responsibilities. Living in the mountains, they only see how much money those who have gone out to work bring home, without considering the hardships involved. They also fail to consider that under the same sky, there are so many unscrupulous people who prey on these young people who are inexperienced and have no background whatsoever.
As for the government, they were completely absent during this whole process. Of course, they were also concerned, but they only cared about how much money those who worked abroad sent back, and how much the banks under their jurisdiction had increased their deposits over the year. Even after twenty years, there were still not many governments at all levels whose economies mainly relied on labour export that had actually established effective files on migrant workers.
So he just let out a 'huh.'
Huang Jingping was very dissatisfied with his attitude. 'Why are you like this? You have no compassion at all. Wang Jinju is so thin that I'm afraid to recognise her, it's as if she's aged a few years!'
'Well, let's find a way to help her then.'
Huang Jingping was a little embarrassed and whispered, "I've already told her that I can get her a job at a convenience store, you won't blame me, will you!" She stared at him with those big eyes, looking as if she had done something wrong and was scared.
'What does it matter?' Feng Yiping rubbed her hair a few times, 'Just let her participate in the next batch of training. But by then, she may not be able to be arranged in the province, and she may have to go to other places. Oh, it's okay, the city is expected to open several new ones, and she can be transferred there then.
With Wang Jinju's abilities, after the training, she will be fully capable of working in the convenience store. Huang Jingping's promise was not saying that she would be able to work at the headquarters, so it was not a big deal.
Just as Feng Yiping planned, he had already changed the name of the aluminium products factory to Jiasheng Metal Products Factory, and recruited some Fengjiazong people, including Feng Wen. It was not considered to be opening the back door at all.
'You are so kind! I will call her now.'
Feng Yiping switched the TV channels again, but still couldn't find anything to watch. He couldn't help yawning, so he walked to the door of the study and signalled to Huang Jingping, who was on the phone, that he was going to go to bed. Huang Jingping covered the receiver and whispered, 'Don't close the door, wait for me!'
Feng Yiping smiled wryly. In my arms, you sleep soundly, but for me, it's a torment!