Zhang Huan, who was sitting at the corner of the table, said, "I still remember him a little. Back then, he lived in our house. He was like a thief, always leaving very early and coming back very late."
“You were still young then, only in elementary school,” Mrs. Zhang said to her daughter. “If it weren’t for your deceased mother-in-law, we wouldn’t have taken in such a bad boy.”
When the family mentioned Lei Tingjun, their expressions were full of disdain and disgust: "We don't know how many things he stole from us!"
Old Zhang was also skeptical of what Old Cui said.
However, he planned to find an opportunity another day to inquire with Lei Xiangshun.
Lei Xiangshun is Lei Tingjun's uncle, so he should know this best.
After making numerous inquiries and confirming that the person who wanted to buy their brick factory was the grandson of a distant relative of the Zhang family in Xiahe Village, Lao Cui finally passed the news on to the township director.
Looking at the loss reports of Honghe Brick Factory over the past two years, the township head sighed repeatedly: "There's really no other way. We can't afford to pay the old workers' wages, and the young workers are unwilling to come. If the brick factory continues like this, it will only lose more and more money, and the township can't afford to lose any more either."
"Actually, there was no other way but to sell it. At least it's sold to a local in Honghe Township. If he continues to run the brick factory, at least it can provide a few more jobs for our township."
Old Cui actually meant the same thing. Rather than keeping the brick factory half-dead and watching it slowly collapse in his hands, he might as well sell it while it still had some value.
At least pay all the back wages owed to the veteran workers.
The township head said, "Go and call Lei Tingjun back, and tell him that we are willing to sell the brick factory to him, and ask him to come over and discuss the price!"
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