Let alone our forestry bureau, there is no precedent for recruiting disabled people anywhere else.
"Alright, let's go check on Weimin first, then we'll figure out what to do next."
Sheng Xiping told the security personnel, then followed Chen Weiguo out and headed straight for the Chen family home.
When they arrived at the Chen family's house, they found Chen Weimin indeed lying on the kang (a heated brick bed), staring blankly at the ceiling.
"Minzi, how are you?" Sheng Xiping sat down next to Chen Weimin and asked him softly.
Hearing Sheng Xiping's commotion, Chen Weimin's eyes darted around, and he came to his senses, struggling to get up from the kang (a heated brick bed).
"Brother Xiping, what brings you here?" Chen Weimin had always admired Sheng Xiping. He would ignore others, but when Sheng Xiping came, he would definitely pay attention to him.
“Your brother was worried that something might happen to you if you didn’t eat or drink, so he specifically asked me to come and check on you.”
Sheng Xiping didn't hide anything and said it directly.
"Minzi, what did I say when I went to the police station with you the year before last? Do you remember?"
Chen Weimin nodded. "My brother told me that this is not something that can be resolved in ten days or half a month; we need to have a long-term plan."
He also told me to go home, calm down, and think things through, so I could write a few decent articles and show people I wasn't a useless person.
"Yes, so have you written it yet?" Sheng Xiping continued to ask.
Chen Weimin shook his head dejectedly, "No, I can't calm down. My mind is a mess, and I can't write anything."
For the past two years, Chen Weimin has gone to the bureau to investigate whenever he hears the slightest rumor.
When the bureau recruited workers at the beginning of spring, they only managed to hire about two hundred people. Chen Weimin went to the bureau and cried and made a scene, but in the end, there was still no result.
The repeated setbacks left him disheartened and he lost the will to write.
"What are you writing? Do you think you can find a job by writing that kind of stuff?"
If you ask me, we should go to the bureau, and if that doesn't work, we should go to the provincial level. I refuse to believe there's no place in this world where we can get justice!
Before Sheng Xiping could speak, Chen Shiliang came in from outside, fuming.
"This is outrageous! It was clearly the bureau's petty thief who ran over the child. At the time, the bureau leaders said they would find a way to settle the child when he grew up. Now, they're denying it altogether."
I refuse to believe it. Is there really no one who can handle this?
The Sheng family and the Chen family had been neighbors for many years, and Sheng Xiping knew Chen Shiliang very well.
Chen Weiguo's father was a notorious stubborn man in the forest farm, someone who was inflexible and couldn't be flexible in his approach to things.
"Uncle, don't be angry, calm down. Getting angry won't solve anything."
"In all eighteen forestry bureaus across the province, there are at least twenty or thirty educated youths who have been injured or disabled for various reasons, and there's nowhere to put them, let alone Minzi," Sheng Xiping sighed.
"Right now, I can't think of any better solutions. Otherwise, like I said before, we could let Weimin calm down and write more at home."
If you can really make a name for yourself and become famous, then things will be much easier.
Another thing is to find a way to get the bureau to agree to provide Minzi with a prosthetic leg.
If he had a prosthetic leg, at least he would look like a normal person, and he would look good wherever he went.
"What if the bureau stops taking care of you after you get a prosthetic leg?"
Chen Shiliang is the kind of person who doesn't think outside the box and won't turn back until he hits a brick wall. Right now, all he wants to do is get his son a job.
In his eyes, nothing is more important than work. Chen Weimin has been doing this for so many years, what difference does it make whether he gets a prosthetic leg or not?
If someone with an unhealthy prosthetic leg were to hop around like that while looking for a job, it would be a disgrace to the Forestry Bureau, and not just to the Chen family.
Furthermore, he was also worried that if the government paid for Chen Weimin's prosthetic leg, what would happen if they then abandoned him? Just having a prosthetic leg wasn't enough; he still needed a job.
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