Lin Ping sighed again.
Actually, he couldn't believe what he said.
However, these were all facts.
He had left his son with these assets. He did not want to be targeted by these beasts.
If Wei Guo couldn't see their true colors in advance and take some precautions, it would be dangerous in the future.
Then he wouldn't be able to rest in peace even if he died!
Lin Weiguo looked at the weak Father Lin and nodded heavily again.
Father, don't worry.
As a transmigrator, how could I be bullied by these beasts from the Siheyuan?
Moreover, he was a transmigrator who was about to activate the system.
As long as they dared to provoke them.
I have 100 ways to deal with them.
100 types!
Lin Weiguo's eyes were filled with determination.
…………
In the blink of an eye, it had been a month since his father, Lin Ping, left.
Within this month.
Jia Dongxu of the Jia family had also left.
For a moment.
The entire courtyard was immersed in sorrow.
After handling their funerals.
In the blink of an eye, another two weeks passed.
Midwinter was approaching, and the temperature dropped sharply.
The northern wind was so strong that it made one's face hurt.
On this day.
Saturday morning.
At the entrance of the courtyard house, there was an endless stream of people who went to the public toilet to go out, empty the toilet pot, and pour cinders.
Shazhu, who had just come out of the public toilet, came to the entrance of the courtyard house.
She saw a small car coming towards her.
Wasn't this the factory manager's car?
Why are you here in our courtyard house?
Silly Zhu muttered.
The car stopped, and the director of the rolling mill, Yang Liangping, deputy director Li, and a few directors walked out.
He led the team to the courtyard house.
Silly Zhu quickly went up to greet him.
"Yo! Factory Manager Yang, Deputy Factory Manager Li, what brings you here?”
As he spoke, Silly Zhu led the few directors and directors into the courtyard.
Silly Zhu's shout had shocked the entire courtyard house.
One by one, they rushed out.
Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong, Yan Bugui, Xu Damao, Jia Zhangshi, Qin Huairu…Almost everyone was discharged.
"Well, Lin Ping and Jia Dongxu's pension has been paid. We thought of their outstanding contributions to the factory, so we specially came to visit them personally!”
"Is Lin Ping's family, the eight-year-old Lin Weiguo, around?”
Yang Liangping shouted at the crowd.
Then, the crowd parted and an eight-year-old Lin Weiguo walked out from behind.
Yang Liangping stepped forward.
He patted Lin Weiguo's head.
His expression was amiable!
Then, he looked regretful.
"The factory has let you down! You've let down your father! Your dad's work-related injury compensation has been paid. It's 500 yuan! I'll personally deliver it to your family on behalf of the factory! Thank you for your father's contribution!"
Then, Director Zhang, who was behind him, handed over a stack of envelopes containing the pension.
Yang Liangping personally stuffed it into Lin Weiguo's hands.
Everyone in the courtyard house was speechless.
500 yuan!
In the sixties, 500 yuan was no less than a huge sum of money.
In that era where one could survive on 5 yuan a month, 500 yuan was an astronomical figure.
All of them were extremely envious.
However, this kind of envy couldn't come.
After all, he died from a work-related injury.
However, at this moment, Jia Zhangshi, Qin Huairu, and the stick meme seemed to be a little excited and expectant.
He'll definitely come to our house later.
Dong Xu also died from a work-related injury.
It seemed that he would receive a 500 yuan pension later.
Yang Liangping continued.
"Weiguo! Your father is one of the only two level eight welders in our factory. He specializes in welding special steel and has made a lot of contributions to the factory. The factory will take special care of you. From today until you reach adulthood, we will give your family five yuan a month, as well as a fixed amount of food stamps, fuel stamps, meat stamps, and other subsidies.”
Lin Weiguo could not help but be shocked.
Because of his father's contribution to the factory, the factory now gave him so many benefits.
The surrounding neighbors of the courtyard house were also extremely envious.
This kid had a good father!
He died from a work-related injury!
An orphan!
He should have been in a desperate situation.
He didn't expect the factory to subsidize so much because of his father's previous contributions.
This time!
The eight-year-old Lin Weiguo instantly became one of the wealthiest families in the entire Siheyuan.
At this moment, Jia Zhangshi, Qin Huairu, and the stick were all extremely excited.
Looking at it this way.
There were five people in the family, and each person received a monthly allowance of five yuan. That was 25 yuan.
He could earn 25 yuan a month by doing nothing at home.
There were also various monthly food and fuel ticket subsidies.
Wouldn't that be wonderful?
Yang Liangping coughed and continued.
"There is a third subsidy. When Weiguo grows up, he can enter the factory and take over your father's job. However, he had to start from being an apprentice!”
"Is that okay?"
Yang Liangping's eyes were very amiable.
Lin Weiguo nodded obediently.
The problem of working after adulthood was also solved.
It couldn't be better. There was no problem!
Everyone in the courtyard house could not help but click their tongues and sigh again.
Jia Zhangshi, Qin Huiru, and Bang Geng were extremely excited.
Based on this trend, the work of the three adult male and female siblings would also be settled, and they could continue to work in the factory.
Yang Liangping gestured to Director Zhang behind him.
Then, he patted Lin Weiguo's head and asked about his life.
Director Zhang nodded.
He hurriedly took a step forward.
"Are Jia Dongxu's family members here?"
"He's here!"
"He's here!"
Jia Zhangshi, Qin Huiru, Bang Geng, and the other members of the Jia family were all excited. They quickly came to Director Zhang.
However, Qin Huairu frowned.
Why was Director Zhang the one speaking?
Why wasn't it the factory manager?
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