Deadman A: "Am I already dead?"
Sang Biao: "Yeah."
Deadman A looked at his shriveled body, glanced at the funeral makeup on his face, and the morgue fell into a long silence.
Deadman A: "Brother, did my family receive the compensation for my work-related death? I rember I died at my workstation."
"Probably not, your company didn’t buy you any work-related injury insurance, and I heard they’re still tangling over the recognition of the work injury." Sang Biao thought for a mont and shared what he’d learned recently with Deadman A.
It’s heard that Deadman A’s company has hired a lawyer, intending to use "lawsuits to promote diation" to delay the case processing ti and achieve the goal of negotiating to lower the statutory compensation amount.
Whether it’s reasonable or not is another story, as long as it’s legal, it’s fine.
By receiving the host’s mory and combining recent work observations, Sang Biao expressed that this is basic operation.
There are many such cases in Valve City; otherwise, how would the crematorium have so much business?
Deadman A was furious about this and was about to go out imdiately to reason with the boss.
"You can’t go out!"
Seeing Deadman A ready to leave, Sang Biao imdiately stopped him and motioned for him to look at Article 3 of the "Morgue Regulations"—
"Under any of the following circumstances, a fine of between 1,000 and 10,000 will be imposed, and those suspected of committing a cri will be transferred to the public security administration departnt for processing:
(1) Intentional or negligent loss of other people’s corpses or ashes"
To save his own salary, Sang Biao used his power to fix Deadman A’s body onto the morgue bed, preventing him from escaping.
If the body goes missing, I can’t tell the leaders it just ran off on its own, can I?
"Brother, I understand your feelings, but you’ve seen it; if you run away now, my salary for this month might be gone."
Sang Biao still needs money for food, clothing, housing, and travel, and he can’t let the "client" run away.
However...
All incinerators are blazing full force now, and Sang Biao can sneak in so leisure.
"After all, being idle is just idle."
...
"Lawyer Hao, how much are the families asking for now?
Still 700,000? I know this price is sowhat lower than the statutory amount, but a friend of mine said their company had a similar case, and it was diated humanely for just 300,000...
My friend also recomnded their lawyer to , asked to consult with his lawyer, who is nad You Liangxin, do you know him...
Oh, it can go down? Great, great, I knew Lawyer Hao was professional, always a way, I won’t deal with other lawyers, since we’re of the sa lineage."
Click.
Hang up the phone.
The legal representative of Valve City Cunde Xianxing Design Co., Ltd., Hao Cunde, exits the call interface, opens the contact list again, searches—
"You Liangxin".
Dial.
"Is this Lawyer You Liangxin? I’m Hao Cunde, my friend..."
After a friendly, professional call, Hao Cunde already has expectations for the compensation amount in this work-related death case.
Give Lawyer Hao another week, if the amount can’t be negotiated, then find Lawyer You, if Lawyer You can’t handle it, then find another lawyer.
Also, need to call over the HR manager to establish the rules.
The company’s regulations must change; overti must require written application; all overti without a written application doesn’t count.
The employees are managed strictly when alive; can they still extort the company once they’re dead?
No way!
Even if the final amount can’t be lowered, drag it out for a year or so to set an example for other employees...
Boss Hao, worrying greatly for the company, stretched out lazily, deciding to relax at the karaoke.
However, just as he got up, he seed to hear a "thump, thump, thump" outside the door.
Is soone playing basketball outside?
"Who’s there?"
No one responds outside.
Then, the lights in the office area turned on outside.
Did soone forget sothing after work?
"Who’s there?"
Again, no answer from outside.
Hey!
This temper of mine!
A person died from overti work days ago, and as the boss, I’ve reduced overti hours and tried hard to suppress my temper, but do they think I’m easy-going?
Boss Hao quickly opened the office door.
Woosh!
The speed of opening the door, the wind from the door fra, all ruffled his sparse flowing hair—
Bam!
Just after taking off, before having ti to land forward, the hair is turned into a slicked-back style due to the wild wind from closing the door.
Blink, blink.
Boss Hao blinked his eyes.
Gulp.
Boss Hao swallowed.
Drip, drip.
What did he just see?
A headless person, groping around in the corridor?
His body felt rigid as if electrified, and even his skull was tingling with numbness. It was unclear how long it lasted, and faint whispers seed to sound in his ear...
"Why did my head fall to the ground?"
"I’m just a furnace stoker, how would I know."
"Why didn’t you help pick up my head just now?"
"Did you forget our morgue’s third regulation? Your severed head would have my fingerprints on it, does that make sense?"
"Sounds reasonable, I think I saw my boss just now, I’m a bit nervous, nervous enough to feel my heart is about to leap out."
"..."
The voice grew closer, one of the voices sounded sowhat familiar to Boss Hao, yet upon careful thought, was so unfamiliar.
Who is it?
What I saw must have been soone’s prank!
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