A grassroots employee, even if he works hard all his life, will not earn millions. Anyway, he will die sooner or later after getting a terminal illness. Why not die in the company and "earn" a huge amount of alimony for his wife, children and parents?
This news caused quite a stir in Y City.
Even Fu Shuo's father was alarmed.
Fu's father immediately called Fu Shuo.
At this time, Fu Shuo was resting in the hospital.
When he heard that an employee of the head office committed suicide by jumping off a building, Fu Shuo didn't know whether he felt more sorry for the employee who committed suicide or for the money.
"Shuo'er, your father knows that you have a good heart, but you shouldn't break the company's rules."
Hearing this, Fu Shuo subconsciously turned his eyes away and looked at Lu Wanwan who was sitting on the sofa listening to music.
Wanwan also said this to him, but he was so angry at the time that he couldn't listen to it at all.
Father Fu said earnestly: "Shuo'er, doing business with integrity is the principle to maintain the operation of a company. It is also the principle I taught you from the day you took over the company. How come you have forgotten it?"
Fu Shuo looked up at the white ceiling and said in despair, "But Dad, those employees who were injured by the bombing are really pitiful."
Just like him, he can only lie on the hospital bed like a waste, living a life of reaching out for clothes and opening his mouth for food, and always worrying about being abandoned by the people around him.
"There are many poor people in the world, can you save them?"
There was a cold reality in Dad Fu's words: "You paid huge compensation to the three seriously injured employees in the manufacturing plant, which was seen by other employees. As a result, the death of another employee was accelerated. Did you know?"
Fu Shuo felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured on his head, and his whole body shivered uncontrollably.
If he hadn't insisted on spending an additional six million to compensate the three factory employees who were injured in the bombing, the terminally ill employee at the head office would not have jumped off the building for money.
He might have died in his own home or been sent to the hospital, instead of lying downstairs in the company with his flesh and blood bruised and his brains splattered, surrounded by people, being talked about, and dying in such an ignominy way.
Father Fu said seriously: "Shuo'er, we are businessmen, not saviors!"
Fu Shuo looked around, feeling extremely heavy. He could not save others, nor could he save himself!
Dad Fu continued: "Dad will settle this matter personally. I hope you will learn from it and not make such mistakes again because of the kindness of women!"
Fu Shuo opened his mouth and said, "I'm sorry, Dad..."
Hearing his son's apology, Fu's father softened his tone: "In one week, it will be your mother and I's wedding anniversary. This year is our 40th anniversary.
Even if you are abroad, you still have to rush here for me, and by the way, you have to bring Wanwan and An An back with you to make me and your mother happy, do you understand?"
Fu Shuo was silent for a while and then said: "...I understand."
"Okay, dad has to go to the head office to handle the accident now, so I won't tell you anymore. I'll hang up."
After ending the call, Fu Shuo turned his eyes and looked at Lu Wanwan.
Lu Wanwan, who was listening to the song, noticed the strange gaze and couldn't help but look up.
Seeing Fu Shuo looking at her, Lu Wanwan took off his headphones and asked softly: "Fu Shuo, what's wrong with you?"
Fu Shuo waved to her.
Lu Wanwan walked over.
Fu Shuo said a little helplessly: "Dad said that an employee of the head office jumped off the building yesterday."
"What?" Lu Wanwan was startled and asked hurriedly: "What's going on?"