Chapter 647
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"Okay."
After Jin Beisen hung up the phone, Zhou Manchun asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"
From Jin Beisen's tone, it seemed that something big had happened. Naturally, Zhou Manchun was also worried.
"It's nothing. There's something wrong with the construction site in the Southern Business District. I'll ask Kang Song to send you home. I have to rush there," Jin Beisen comforted her and said faintly.
"I'll go with you," Zhou Manchun held Jin Beisen's hand in a hurry. She had an ominous premonition in her heart.
"No, you've been on the plane for so long. Go home and rest first. I'll go back to accompany you after I settle things." Jin Beisen narrowed his eyes slightly. He thought that if Zhou Manchun followed him to the construction site and the migrant worker jumped down from the top floor, how bloody would that be!
Jin Beisen drove and soon arrived at the Southern Business District. On the way, uncle Zou had already explained the matter clearly. It turned out that the construction company owed the migrant worker's wages. The migrant worker's daughter was being treated for leukemia in the hospital. He really had no choice but to come up with such a trick.
With Jin Beisen's arrival, the outside of the venue was immediately cleared. However, there were still some media eager to have a try. The cameras were randomly taking pictures. The reporters all stretched their arms and necks and rushed towards Jin Beisen's car like a swarm of bees. As soon as Jin Beisen got out of the car, he was surrounded by reporters.
"Boss Jin, may I ask if JS International owes the migrant worker's wages?"
"JS International has always been rich and has never owed its employees wages. Does Boss Jin know about this?"
"I heard that Boss Jin took his wife to B City for their honeymoon. Did you rush here as soon as you got home?"
"Boss Jin, how are you going to deal with this matter?"
The reporters held their microphones and kept asking questions. Jin Beisen looked arrogantly at the dense crowd in front of him and narrowed his eyes. The police immediately rushed up and stopped the reporters outside the cordon.
"This matter is still under investigation. As you all know, JS International has never defaulted on anyone's wages. For something like this to happen today, there must be a traitor in the construction team. I'll let everyone know after I've investigated. Please go back first." Jin Beisen bent over and squeezed into the security line. He turned his head and said to the reporters.
The reporters did not hear a substantive answer, and they were unwilling to give up. They still lingered outside the construction site. When the police saw that Jin Beisen had already walked inside, they immediately picked up their batons to chase the reporters away.
"Boss Jin." Uncle Zou was pacing back and forth in the chaotic construction site. He spotted Jin Beisen out of the corner of his eye and hurried over.
"How's the investigation going?" Jin Beisen asked calmly with steady steps. He did not panic.
"We suspect that there's a traitor in the construction team. The company's finance department has already transferred the wages last month," Uncle Zou explained.
Jin Beisen looked up at the top floor. The sun in the sky was very dazzling. On the rooftop that was more than 50 stories high, he could vaguely see a figure swaying on the rooftop.
The police from the Public Security Bureau were giving instructions with their walkie-talkies. Several police officers had already gone up, but the negotiation was fruitless. The migrant worker insisted on seeing Jin Beisen.
"How's the situation up there?" the director of the Public Security Bureau asked.
A vague voice came from the walkie-talkie, and one could vaguely hear the strong wind above. "The migrant worker has been clamoring to see Boss Jin. He's very emotional now."
Two large airbags had been prepared on the ground. However, if a person really jumped from 50 stories high, ten airbags would not be able to save him.
Jin Beisen frowned and immediately walked up. At the same time, he told Uncle Zou, "Get someone to prepare one million in cash immediately."
"Yes." Uncle Zou immediately made the call.
In less than three minutes, a black car hurriedly stopped outside the construction site. A man in a suit and leather shoes ran in with a safe in his hand. There was a total of one million in cash in the safe.
The police officers below exclaimed in surprise. They gasped in their hearts. They thought to themselves that Jin Beisen was too generous. A migrant worker could jump off a building and he could give him one million!
"Boss Jin, are we giving him all of the one million?" Uncle Zou carried the silver safe and put on their helmets with Jin Beisen. Then, they entered the construction elevator.
"Yes." Jin Beisen said calmly.
"Even if he really owes us wages, it's only fifty to sixty thousand. Boss Jin, why did you give him so much? If this matter were to spread, what would we do if other people imitated him in the future?" Uncle Zou still had a lingering fear. If everyone came to blackmail JS International, it would be a mess.
"We must protect our employees. The migrant workers are very hard. It's not easy to work in the construction site in the summer. Moreover, his daughter has leukemia. He had no choice but to do this." Jin Beisen was compassionate. Looking at the construction elevator gradually moving away from the ground, there was an indescribable feeling in his heart.
Uncle Zou didn't say a word. Instead, he looked at Jin Beisen with indifferent eyes. Jin Beisen had changed. He seemed to be more kind and considerate of others. In the past, Jin Beisen was not like this. It seemed that Zhou Manchun had really changed him.
When they reached the top floor, three uniformed policemen were waiting there anxiously. When they saw Jin Beisen, it was as if they had grasped at a life-saving straw. One of the policemen immediately ran over and said with a head full of sweat, "Boss Jin, we can't control the situation anymore."
As they walked closer, they heard the farmer standing at the edge of the top floor, shouting at the top of his lungs, "You bunch of heartless bastards, has your conscience been eaten by a dog? You're embezzling our hard-earned money, you'll suffer retribution!"
"Don't get excited. Our JS International has never owed any employee wages. How much does the construction company owe you? Here is one million yuan. Is it enough?" Jin Beisen walked forward. In front of him was a newly built floor. The edges were empty and there were no protective facilities.
When the migrant worker saw Jin Beisen coming, he had a look of disbelief. He was in his early thirties and had dark skin. He blinked and hesitated for a few seconds before saying, "This must be fake. This is fake money. You won't even pay me fifty thousand yuan. How can you give me one million yuan?"
"This is real money. Come down first. It's dangerous up there." Jin Beisen frowned and shouted. The wind whistled in his ears. In fact, he could completely understand this migrant worker. He was just forced into a corner by life. That was why he came up with this idea of suicide to attract attention.
"Then throw the money over first." The migrant worker stared at Jin Beisen suspiciously and said doubtfully.
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