Chapter 268 Wang Jinju Who Fell Into the Pit

Tomorrow was the start of school, and after that, he had to study again for the first half of the year. Facing the last day of vacation, Feng Yiping cherished it very much, and insisted on staying in bed until nine o'clock before getting up for breakfast.

In the morning, it is porridge cooked with glutinous rice and rice, served with small pickles at home. There is no place to buy buns and steamed buns in the past two days, and there is no need to buy them. I fried a few fried dumplings, which are crispy and fragrant.

Strange to say, during the days when I was at home during the Chinese New Year, I felt full all day long without eating. As soon as I returned to the city, my stomach seemed to be emptied, and my appetite immediately recovered. He ate everything in the pot It's clean, and it looks a little unfinished.

"Okay, let's have lunch after two or three. If you are not full, there are so many snacks and fruits on the coffee table, some of which are not easy to keep for a long time, go and eliminate some." Huang Jingping came to collect the table.

Well, this arrangement is not bad.

But during the Chinese New Year, what’s annoying is that many TV stations are showing Grandma Qiong Yao’s TV dramas, and they’re all playing consecutively. For those who are always crying and yelling, there’s nothing but romantic entanglements all day long. In Grandma Qiong's miraculous drama, it is enough for Feng Yiping to listen to one line.

He simply turned the TV to silent, from one to forty-five. There was really nothing to watch. He had no choice but to watch the news. This thing, no matter whether it is true or not, would seldom disturb people.

Huang Jingping was still resting on his lap, talking about some experiences during the Chinese New Year, Feng Yiping suddenly thought of something, and laughed, Huang Jingping who laughed was a little puzzled, "What are you laughing at?"

"Look, since we met yesterday, it's been almost a day and a night. First, we both buried our heads in a deep sleep for a few hours, and then kept playing kissing games. It's only now that we have time to talk. Do you think it's funny? "

"It's not funny!" Huang Jingping blushed, closed her eyes, and pretended to cover her ears, Feng Yiping couldn't help but leaned in again, Huang Jingping protested softly, "Don't, it's still swollen!"

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

Huang Jingping played with Feng Yiping's fingers, pulling them forward one by one, and then made a crisp sound, "Do you know? During the Chinese New Year, I saw Wang Jinju,"

"Oh, how is she? Isn't she doing well? Is she married?" Feng Yiping also remembered that female classmate who was a bit aggressive and had a relentless mouth.

"How can anyone get married so quickly? She's still working in the south."

"Hey, if we have classmates, we should get married soon!"

"Really, who?" Girls have a gossip gene.

"Lin Hui, when I went to her house to pay New Year's greetings two days ago, my aunt told me that when I was in the south, I met a college student who was doing finance in their company. Oh, by the way, that college student seems to be from the city. In the second half of last year, I went back with Lin Hui, and it seems that I am building a house in the city and getting married!"

"Ah, it's really so fast?" Huang Jingping was a little surprised, but also a little inexplicable.

"Surprised, Wang Changning and I were surprised at the time."

"Actually, it's not surprising. When Lin Hui was in school, she didn't seem to be going to study, but to fall in love and have fun."

Having said that, Huang Jingping slapped him lightly, "I told you, what about Wang Jinju, did it involve Lin Hui?".

"Blame me, go ahead." Anyone who has browsed the forum, who would not be crooked.

"When she saw me years ago, she cried while talking, saying that the garment factory she entered had her ID card confiscated as soon as she entered the gate of the factory, and she signed a contract. In the factory, seven days a week, an average of more than 16 hours a day, the opportunity to make a phone call only once a month, and there are people watching nearby. It took almost half a year before I contacted some nearby fellow villagers and classmates, and snatched them away. After coming out, I spent half a year working as an ox and a horse, but I didn’t get a cent of my salary.”

According to Feng Yiping, such things are actually not news. In recent years, many girls and boys who have been given the title of "migrant workers" by the society, girls and boys from the inland who go to the coast to work, will have such experiences. In fact, to put it bluntly, It is similar to the later "black brick kiln", except that the working place is not in the suburbs, but in various development zones. The working environment is better than that of the brick kiln, but the work intensity should be comparable.

As for rights protection and so on, where do they have the time, energy and channels, let alone the money, besides, the contract signed when they entered the factory must be beneficial to the factory, and they may not win the lawsuit. When you eat a fall, you will gain a wisdom.

You know, even after more than ten years, even the Prime Minister will personally ask about the wage arrears of migrant workers. Think about it, how big is this problem?

There are many reasons for this problem. Not to mention the unscrupulous bosses and manufacturers, 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. Promise, don’t mention there is follow-up service. The students who may be sent out have worked in the factory they found for less than a month, and feel dissatisfied. In these black factories.

Parents didn't fulfill their responsibilities either. They in the valley only saw how much money those migrant workers brought back to their families. They didn't think of the hardships involved, and they didn't think that under the same blue sky, there would be so many innocent The lower limit is a variety of pitfalls specifically aimed at these young people who are not deeply involved in the world and have no background.

As for the government, they are completely absent during this series of processes. Of course, they also care, but they only care about how much money sent back by those who work outside. After a year, let the banks under their jurisdiction, It’s just how many deposits have been increased. Even after 20 years, there are not many governments at all levels whose economy mainly relies on labor export, and have really established effective records of migrant workers.

So he just said "Oh."

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

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

Huang Jingping was a little embarrassed, and said in a low voice, "I've already told her that I can let her work in a convenience store, so you won't blame me!" Scared look.

"What does it matter?" Feng Yiping rubbed her hair a few times, "It's good to let her participate in the next batch of training, but it may not be arranged in the province at that time, and she will go to other places, oh, it's okay, the city It is estimated that there will be a few new ones opened in Li, and she will be transferred over then, okay!"

With Wang Jinju's ability, after training, she is fully capable of working in a convenience store. Huang Jingping's promise like this does not mean that it is not a big deal for her to work in the headquarters.

Just like Feng Yiping's plan to change the name of the aluminum products factory to Jiasheng Metal Products Factory and recruit some people from Feng Jiachong, including Feng Wen, it is not at all opening the back door.

"You're so kind! I'll call her right now."

Feng Yiping changed the TV again in turn, but he still couldn't find any programs to watch, so he yawned again involuntarily. He walked to the door of the study and signaled to Huang Jingping, who was on the phone, to go back to sleep. Microphone, whispered, "Don't close the door, wait for me!"

Feng Yiping smiled wryly, in my arms, you slept soundly, but it was a kind of torment for me!