He turned up the volume and continued to watch for a while before he understood what was going on. A worker on the mechanical spraying production line had sued his company.
"The worker is 47 years old, and the victim's family has no history of leukemia. Therefore, it is reasonable to conclude that the working environment is one of the causes of the worker's illness. For a long time, the worker was often exposed to harmful substances such as formaldehyde and benzene … "
Haitong Company was willing to give proper treatment to the workers out of humanitarianism, but they did not admit that it was caused by the working environment. The spraying operation was carried out in a sealed workshop, and the workers were wearing equipment, and strict safety measures were carried out.
Therefore, the contradiction was in the name of the treatment payment. The media called it compensation, but Haitong insisted that it was a donation.
He turned off the TV and went to his room to turn on the computer. Out of curiosity, he searched the Internet. News about Haitong was everywhere, and most of them were condemning Haitong Company. Famous experts said that it was caused by the local government's connivance.
There were even well-known lawyers who were willing to provide free legal aid for the worker.
In He Zhou's opinion, it was natural for the worker to sue them. It was to protect their legitimate rights and interests. However, the fact itself was that it was just an example, not a mass incident. The court had not ruled yet, but the media had already determined the nature of their family.
This matter had become so big that he could guess that someone was deliberately causing trouble for Haitong Company.
He turned off the computer and turned off the lights. Lying on the bed, he was not sleepy at all. He couldn't help but think, what would he do if it was him?
From a conscience point of view, he should first blame himself. After all, the paint had a certain degree of toxicity. If he really said that his employee's leukemia had nothing to do with them, he still felt a little guilty and did not dare to guarantee it.
If he really analyzed this matter rationally, they were a company. In today's market-oriented economy, controlling costs and pursuing efficiency were the primary goals of every company's management. However, while pursuing their own efficiency, they also increased employment and created value, which was also a contribution to society.
Was it really like what those so-called worried experts on the Internet said, that the pursuit of efficiency had caused people's moral decay?
He begged to differ.
He remembered a sentence in his old man's notebook: The more you know, the more reactionary you are.
Thinking of this, he smiled.
If he really had to solve this problem, he would probably do the same thing as Haitong. People's hearts, capital, rationality, media, politics, and human nature, once they were all put into a pot, it would be impossible to tell who was right and who was wrong.
Was this the degeneration of morality or the distortion of human nature?
He couldn't figure it out, so he probably didn't want to think about it. Anyway, it wasn't time for him to worry about these things.
The moonlight shone through the window into the room, but the mosquitoes were blocked by the gauze and buzzing.
Amidst the buzzing sound, time passed unknowingly. The mosquito couldn't feel it, and he also didn't have any consciousness.
In the blink of an eye, it was winter.
The cold wind blew, and Li Lan had to shiver to keep warm. The air conditioner was too dry, and every ten minutes it was on, it had to be turned off for a few minutes.
His hands were already chapped. He had never been so embarrassed in the cold winter of minus ten degrees Celsius or even minus thirty degrees Celsius in the north.
On the third day of the cold, he had no choice but to ask someone to remove the original gas water heater and install a wall-mounted stove. It was too troublesome to remove the floorboards and redo the wiring, so he made do with hanging radiators in every room. Although the warming effect was limited, it was better than nothing.
After the snow, the temperature suddenly dropped by two degrees. He was very happy for his foresight.
Unless he walked the dog or went grocery shopping, he rarely went out.
Snow swirled, and suddenly, Lion King's bark came from outside.
He looked through the window curiously and saw a car parked at the door. He thought it was Sang Chunling and the others, but as soon as he opened the door, he was stunned. His father was standing at the door with his sleeves in a green military coat. His neck was locked inside, and the hem of his coat was at an angle.
Behind him was a long row of cars. He didn't count them, but he estimated that there were about seven or eight cars. The whole road was occupied, and there were two or three people standing beside each car. He was still in a daze. Wang Ziwen gave him a look, but he didn't notice it.
It was only when his father stepped on his big-headed leather shoes and shook off the snow that he hurriedly greeted his father. "Dad, why are you here?"
Then he hurriedly greeted Wu Shuping, Chen Dadi, Pan Song, Wang Ziwen, Qi Hua, and a dozen other people behind Li He.
As for Qi Yue, Wen Qibai, She Ziling, and the others, they were standing far away. Without entering the house, he didn't even have a chance to greet them.
Li He looked around the house, then looked down at Lion King, who was hiding far away from him. He rubbed his hands and said, "This is like me. I'll live a good life."
Pan Song helped him take off his coat and said with a smile, "It's true that the predecessors plant trees and the posterity enjoy the shade."
"Wait a moment. I'll make tea for you." Li Lan was about to go to the kitchen when Wu Shuping stopped him. She smiled and said, "Accompany your dad and chat for a while. I'll get Ziling and the others to do it."
She Ziling and Qi Yue were called in from outside to boil water for tea.
The villa's living room was originally very big, but with fifteen to sixteen people in at once, it suddenly felt crowded. Other than Pan Song and a few others sitting on the sofa with Li He, most of them were standing against the wall or sitting on the benches in the living room.
Li He asked, "What have you been busy with recently?"
Li Lan thought, 'Wen Qibai and the others followed you here. Are you asking a question that you already know the answer to?'
However, he still answered honestly, "It's like I'm working on a game."
Sun Hao had been operating a private server plug-in. He was worried and felt that something would happen sooner or later, so he decided to rope him over and use the resources of Liuliu Technology to develop a game together.
He was already prepared to be criticized by his father. After all, in the eyes of the older generation, there was still prejudice against games.
Unexpectedly, his father said, "The game industry has great potential."
Li Lan almost thought that he had heard wrong. His father liked to say things in reverse. He was afraid of making a fool of himself, so he didn't respond.
Qi Yue and She Ziling cooperated. They carried the tea tray and brought a cup to Li He first. Qi Yue said, "Uncle Li, have some tea."
It was cold and Li He didn't drink much water, so he didn't bring the teapot down from the car. At this moment, he wanted to warm his hands, so he took the glass and smiled at Qi Hua, who was standing not far away. "I don't remember who I heard it from just now. Is this your daughter?"
Qi Hua said, "My eldest daughter."
As for her name, he didn't say it. After following Li He for so many years, he knew Li He too well. From Li He's expression, he knew that Li He wasn't interested in knowing his daughter's name.
It would be wrong to say another word, so he might as well not say it.
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