Vol 2 Chapter 78: Wang Jinju in the pit

School is about to start tomorrow, and after that, I will read the first half of the year again. For the last day of the holiday, Feng Yiping cherished it very much. He just stayed in bed until nine o'clock before getting up for breakfast. ↗Vertex Novel, x.

In the morning, it was a clear porridge made of glutinous rice and rice, with pickles at home. There was nowhere to buy steamed buns in the past two days, and there was no need to buy them. The fried dumplings I brought were fried, crispy and fragrant.

It’s strange to say that during those New Year’s days at home, all day long, I felt full without eating. When I returned to the city, my stomach seemed to be emptied. He immediately found his appetite and ate everything in the pot. It's clean, but still a little unfinished.

"Well, I'll have lunch after two or three. If you haven't eaten enough, there are so many snacks and fruits on the coffee table. Some are not easy to keep for a long time. Eliminate some." Huang Jingping came to collect the table.

Well, this arrangement is also good.

But during the Chinese New Year, what is really annoying is that many TV shows are showing grandma Qiongyao's TV dramas, and they are all released consecutively, crying and yelling at those who are at every turn, all day long, there is nothing but entanglements. Feng Yiping just listened to one line of Grandma Qiong's drama.

He simply turned the TV to silent, from one to forty-five. There was really nothing to watch. Without a choice, he had to watch the news. This thing, whether it's true or not, has less time to respond to people.

Huang Jingping was still resting on his lap. Speaking of some experiences during the Chinese New Year, Feng Yiping suddenly thought of one thing and laughed. Huang Jingping smiled somewhat inexplicably, "What are you laughing at?"

"Look, after we met yesterday, it has been almost a day and a night. We both slept for a few hours and then kept playing kissing games. Actually, we only have time to talk now. Are you funny? "

"It's not funny!" Huang Jingping blushed, closed her eyes, and looked like she was hiding her ears and stealing the bell. Feng Yiping couldn't help but leaned down again, and Huang Jingping protested in a low voice. "Don't, it's still swollen!"

"It's okay, I'll help Runrun," this time it was a simple taste, well, it only took a few minutes.

Huang Jingping played with Feng Yiping's fingers, pulling forward one by one, and then bends a crisp sound, "You know? During Chinese New Year. I saw Wang Jinju,"

"Oh, how's she doing? Isn't she doing well? Are you married?" Feng Yiping also remembered the female classmate who was a little bit pungent and unforgiving.

"How can someone marry so soon? She is still working in the South."

"Hey, if we have classmates, we will marry soon!"

"Really, who?" Girls have genes for gossip.

"Lin Hui. Two days ago, my aunt told me when I visited her house for New Year's greetings. She said that she met a college student who was doing finance in their company when she was in the south. Oh, yes, that college student seems to be from the city. In the second half of last year, I had already followed Lin Hui back, as if I was building a house in the city, preparing to get married!"

"Ah, really so fast?" Huang Jingping was a little surprised, but also some inexplicable emotions.

"Surprised. Both me and Wang Changning were shocked."

"In fact, it's not surprising. When Lin Hui was in school, it seemed that she didn't go to school, but she was in love and play."

Speaking of this, Huang Jingping lightly hit him, "I told you Wang Jinju, did it involve Lin Hui?".

"Blam me, you go on." Anyone who has visited the forums, who wouldn't crook the floor.

"When she saw me a year ago, she cried as she talked, saying that the garment factory she entered, as soon as she entered the factory gate, her ID was confiscated, a contract was signed, and she had food and accommodation. In the factory, an average of more than 16 hours a day is worked seven days a week. Only once a month is there a chance to make a call, and there is someone supervising it. Almost six months later, I contacted some nearby fellows and classmates and snatched them. I came out and worked as a cow and a horse for half a year, but I didn't get any salary."

To Feng Yiping, such things are actually not news. In the past few years, many of the “migrant workers” have been given the title of “migrant workers” by the society, and the girls and lads who go to the coast to work in the inland will have such experiences. It was similar in nature to the later "black brick kiln", except that the work location was not in the suburbs, but in various development zones. The working environment was better than that in the brick kiln, but the work intensity should be comparable.

As for rights protection, they don’t have the time, energy, channels, and money. Moreover, the contract they signed when they entered the factory is definitely beneficial to the factory. A lawsuit may not necessarily be won. When you eat, you will gain wisdom.

You know, even if it is more than ten years later, even the prime minister will personally ask the issue of migrant workers' wages. Think about it, how big is this issue?

There are many reasons for this problem. Not to mention the unscrupulous bosses and manufacturers, and the vocational schools that sent them out did not fulfill their duties. After finding a job for the students, even if they have finished their work, they have completed their work. Commitment, not to mention tracking services. The students who might be sent out, worked in the factory they were looking for for less than a month, and felt dissatisfied. After resigning, they went out to find a way by themselves, and then they crashed in. In these black factories.

Parents have not fulfilled their responsibilities. They in the mountains and ditch just saw how much money they brought back to their homes by those who went out to work. They did not expect the hardship, nor did they expect that under the same blue sky, there would be so many things. The lower limit is specifically aimed at the various pits of these young people who are not deeply involved in the world and have no background.

As for the government, in this series of processes, they are completely absent. Of course, they are also concerned, but they only care about the amount of money sent back by those who work outside. After one year, let the banks under their jurisdictions, The increase in deposits is nothing more than the increase. Even after twenty years, there are not many governments at all levels whose economy mainly depends on the export of labor services, which have truly established effective migrant workers' files.

So he just said "Oh,".

Huang Jingping was very dissatisfied with his attitude, "Why are you like this? I don't have any sympathy at all. I don't even dare to recognize Wang Jinju's skinnyness, as if he was a few years old!"

"Well, let's find a way to help her."

Huang Jingping was a little embarrassed, and whispered, "I already told her to let her work in a convenience store~www.wuxiaspot.com~You won't blame me!" She stared at those big eyes and did it. Something went wrong, so scared.

"What does this have to do?" Feng Yiping rubbed her hair a few times. "It would be fine to let her participate in the next batch of training, but she may not be able to arrange for the province then, and she has to go to other places. Oh, it doesn't matter. It is estimated that there will be a few new ones to open in Li, and then she will be transferred over, okay!"

With Wang Jinju's ability, after training, she is fully qualified to work in a convenience store. Huang Jingping made such a promise, not to say that getting her to work at the headquarters is nothing.

Just as Feng Yiping planned to change its name from the Aluminum Products Factory to Jiasheng Metal Products Factory to recruit some Feng Jiachong people, including Feng Wen, it was not a backdoor at all.

"You are so kind! I will call her now."

Feng Yiping changed the TV again. He couldn't find a program to watch. He couldn't help but yawned again. He walked to the entrance of the study and motioned to Huang Jingping who was on the phone to go back to the room to sleep. Huang Jingping covered it. Microphone, whispered, "Don't close the door, wait for me!"

Feng Yiping smiled bitterly. In my arms, you were sleeping securely, but it was a torment to me! (To be continued...)