Chapter 120 People die for wealth, birds die for food.
I saw Shen Ran coming down from the library from afar.
The driver, sitting in the car, hurriedly threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, then took out a piece of chewing gum from his pocket and put it in his mouth, chewing it incessantly, as if to cover up his embarrassment or to dispel the smell of smoke in the car.
He stared straight ahead, only glancing at Shen Ran out of the corner of his eye as she approached, until she opened the car door, at which point his heart tightened.
"drive."
A cool, clear voice came from Shen Ran's mouth.
The driver quickly started the engine, and the car slowly drove out of the library entrance.
After walking a long distance, Shen Ran frowned slightly.
"I remember telling you not to smoke in the car. Do you want to change your ways yourself, or do you want me to replace you?"
These words were spoken in a very calm tone, but they made one feel as if they were sitting on pins and needles.
The driver flinched in fright: "I'm sorry, Mr. Shen, I'll definitely be more careful next time."
Shen Ran calmly opened a book titled "Atlas of Forensic Medicine," and while flipping through it, asked, "How's the planning going over Ma'an?"
"The factory is still under construction, but the school and school district housing have been completed and are expected to be put into use within two years," the driver answered honestly.
"How much benefit can it bring?" Shen Ran asked without looking up.
The driver's hands were trembling slightly. He gritted his teeth and gave a conservative estimate: "Seventy percent as expected."
Shen Ran gently raised her head and glanced at him: "Why only seventy percent? I want one hundred percent."
The driver swallowed hard and stammered, "Because there's no subway station there, people online are complaining about the inconvenience of transportation."
Shen Ran's slender fingers gently turned to a new page: "Isn't there a road in Qiaonan Village? You can just extend it to create a station, is that so difficult?"
"Yes, yes, I'll take care of it right away," the driver said tremblingly, sweating profusely.
"How's Sun Wei's case going?" Shen Ran asked casually.
"Don't worry, Mr. Shen, I've already had someone clean up the mess. They won't trace it back to us."
"Don't make any mistakes, you know the consequences." Shen Ran turned another page, her fingertip lingering on an illustration of "mechanical asphyxiation," her eyes unfathomable, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, sending chills down one's spine.
The driver repeatedly replied "yes," his back already soaked with sweat.
"Do you have anyone in mind for Wang Jie's case?" Shen Ran asked again.
He glanced furtively at the rearview mirror and said cautiously, "I haven't found a suitable one yet, but I've already posted it online, and I believe I'll have results soon."
"Hmm." Shen Ran nodded slightly, tapping the paper lightly with her fingertips. Her tone was indifferent but chilling: "I heard from the HR department that you have a nephew who just graduated from high school this year and seems to be looking for a job."
"Uh, yes, that's true, but I only asked the HR department and didn't introduce him. I know the company rules, so don't worry." The driver assured his supervisor while inwardly cursing the HR manager.
“That’s a good thing.” She turned her head to look out the window, the shadows of the trees receding like old film reels, stirring up her memories. She said slowly, “I also climbed up from the bottom step by step, and I know how hard it is to be at the bottom. I can understand what you’re doing. Why don’t you take some time to introduce him to us?”
The driver's grip on the steering wheel tightened, and he glanced furtively at the rearview mirror, his voice trembling: "Isn't our company against internal referrals?"
Shen Ran smiled slightly: "Special circumstances require special handling. Besides, you have worked hard for the company for so many years. Even if you have not made any great contributions, you have certainly put in a lot of effort. I will allow you to go through the green channel."
The driver was overjoyed and quickly asked, "Then which seat do you think would be most suitable for him?"
"Isn't Wang Jie's case still short-staffed? I think this position would be quite suitable for him, what do you think?"
The driver's face turned deathly pale instantly: "No, Mr. Shen, he's a relative of mine. If he goes in, his life will be ruined."
“I heard your nephew is idle at home all day, doing nothing. Going there to get some experience will be a good thing for him. Besides, where can you find a job with a monthly salary of 20,000?”
Shen Ran plucked a ginkgo leaf from between the pages of a book, held it up to the sunlight to examine its veins, and her tone suddenly became frighteningly gentle: "People die for wealth, birds die for food. Sometimes, one person's sacrifice can bring happiness to the whole family. What a meaningful thing that is."
The driver looked somewhat troubled and said, "But his family is already very happy and has enough money. They won't agree to it."
Shen Ran's cold gaze shifted, her tone incredibly sharp: "Then let them be unhappy and short of money. Do I need to teach you such a small thing?"
The driver couldn't help but shudder. He knew that if he didn't agree, he would become a scapegoat and be sent to jail.
Thinking of his parents, wife, and daughter, he finally gritted his teeth and agreed.
Shen Ran snapped the book shut, leaned back lazily in the back seat, and closed her eyes to rest.
The car slowly drove into the underground parking garage.
The driver parked the car safely, then got out of the driver's seat, carefully walked around to the back seat, opened the door, and said in a tense voice.
"Mr. Shen, we've arrived at the company."
Shen Ran opened her eyes, nodded slightly, and followed the driver into the elevator.
Upon arriving at the company lobby, Shen Ran suddenly heard a commotion.
Looking in the direction of the sound, one could see twenty or thirty workers wearing hard hats and reflective vests gathered at the entrance of the building, with several white banners with red lettering hanging in the center of the entrance.
"Give me back my hard-earned money!"
"A heartless company has been withholding wages for two years!"
Amid the noise, a burly man holding a megaphone led the chanting of slogans, while security guards pushed and shoved, creating a chaotic scene.
Shen Ran frowned: "What's the situation outside?"
The driver said hesitantly, "The final payment for the Ma'an project hasn't been settled yet. The HR president has called several times already. Don't worry, I'll have the security guards kick them out right now."
"No need, let them go to the finance department," Shen Ran said calmly.
"But what about President Lin..." the driver hesitated.
"I will explain."
Shen Ran does not look down on migrant workers because of their weakness, because she herself climbed up from the bottom step by step. She knows that the most terrifying people are the small ones, because they are weak and therefore no one cares about them or pays attention to them.
It is precisely because nobody cares and nobody pays attention that they are able to do things that others cannot.
Shen Ran had worked so hard to get to where she was now, and she didn't want to stumble over something so trivial.
Although the probability of this happening is very small, it is indeed a potential risk.
After all, the person is dead.
Then everything would be gone.
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