Chapter 72: She Wants a Pension and Must Be a Widow
At that time, no one knew what the factory planned to do with Zhang Guoliang's pension. Although it was approved, it never reached them. When asked, they were told that it was still going through the procedures.
Aunt Zhang always felt that Director Zhou had selfish motives and wanted to give the money directly to Lin Wanqing.
When Lin Wanqing learned that the person who died was "Zhang Guodong", she was scared out of her wits. During those days, it was Yang Aihua and Zhang Guodong who took care of everything inside and outside the house. Perhaps Lin Wanqing didn't even know about the existence of the pension.
"I'll go ask the factory. According to regulations, Guoliang has been dead for a while, so the pension and burial expenses should have been paid long ago." Aunt Zhang looked up at the gate of the mental hospital and sighed, "I lost one son, and this one is the only one left. And Lin Wanqing had to send him to a place like this to suffer."
"You're such a piece of shit!" Aunt Zhang's lips trembled, and it looked like she was about to cry again.
Yang Aihua secretly rolled her eyes and said, "Let's go quickly, or your son will suffer."
If you don't pay the money, they won't let you go, okay?
Yang Aihua and Zhang Ma had no choice but to go to the factory together and go directly to Director Zhou's office.
Director Zhou was not surprised at all when he saw them coming, and politely asked them to sit down.
"Director Zhou, I'm here to inquire about Guodong's pension and funeral expenses."
Mother Zhang deliberately spoke in a pitiful tone, "I lost a good son just like that. You can't imagine how miserable my life is."
Yang Aihua also wiped away her tears.
Director Zhou was well aware of the two men's intentions and said softly, "Please accept my condolences."
"About the pension," Factory Director Zhou paused and said, "Lin Wanqing is Comrade Guodong's spouse. She has a share, so she must also be the recipient."
"Why should I give it to her?" Zhang Ma immediately refused to accept the offer. "It was my son who died! My own flesh and blood!"
"She, Lin Wanqing, took my son's pension to find another man? No way! If she wants the pension, she must remain a widow for my son! Otherwise, she won't get any of the pension!"
Director Zhou knocked on the table lightly, "What are you making a fuss about? Speak properly!"
Aunt Zhang had no choice but to calm down, still breathing heavily in indignation.
Director Zhou glanced at her and asked someone to call Lin Wanqing and tell her that it was about the pension.
Zhou Ke, who was standing outside the door, had been eavesdropping with his ears perked up. After receiving the order from Director Zhou, he immediately ran over.
Lin Wanqing was working when she was suddenly called out by Zhou Ke. When she walked into Director Zhou's office, Zhou Ke had already repeated the situation.
"Just keep it in mind."
Lin Wanqing nodded and said thank you.
When she entered the room, Zhang Ma and Yang Aihua looked at her as if she were an enemy.
"I called you over to tell you that Comrade Guodong's pension and funeral expenses have arrived." Director Zhou pointed to the sofa and asked Lin Wanqing to sit over.
Zhang Ma and Yang Aihua moved their butts a little, but still looked at Lin Wanqing with a bad face.
"The pension is divided into three parts: one for Guodong's mother, one for his widow, and one for his orphans."
Director Zhou handed one of them to Aunt Zhang and gave the remaining two to Lin Wanqing.
Zhang's mother opened the envelope and took a look. She was unhappy. "Zhijie is a member of our Zhang family. The child is with us. The child's share should be given to me!"
"The child was taken away by you by force. If you don't want him, you can return him." Lin Wanqing clutched her two pensions and emphasized that the child was taken away by them.
"What do you mean by forced taking? Zhijie wanted to follow me!" Mother Zhang patted her chest. "I'm good to the child, and the child likes me! You feel annoyed when you see me. Tell me what a failure you are as a mother!"
Facing an unreasonable person, Lin Wanqing didn't want to say much: "I am the child's primary guardian, and his share of the money should be given to me. If you are not satisfied, go to court and sue me."
"You're such a loser!" Aunt Zhang slammed the table and stood up. "My grandson is mine. What does that have to do with a hens laying eggs like you? Hurry and give me the money!"
"Sit down!" Director Zhou frowned, his voice intimidating without even getting angry. "What are you arguing about?"
"This is how I divide the pension. Are you dissatisfied?"
Aunt Zhang was speechless. She couldn't possibly go against the factory director, could she?
"I, I just think Zhijie's share should be given to me."
Director Zhou's brows furrowed into a 川 (Chuan) shape, and his voice was low and authoritative. "This is my decision on this matter. It's legal and compliant. If you question me, I agree with Lin Wanqing. Go sue us in court and see how the court decides!"
Aunt Zhang knew that Director Zhou was supporting Lin Wanqing, but no matter how dissatisfied she was, she didn't dare say anything.
Lin Wanqing took the two shares of money that belonged to her, thanked Director Zhou, and walked out of the office.
Director Zhou deliberately withheld the pension and funeral expenses for such a long time because he was afraid that Lin Wanqing would not be in a clear mind and let the Zhang family take it away.
He also saw that Lin Wanqing had now seen through the true face of the Zhang family and felt that the time had come, so he divided the money.
Lin Wanqing counted the money in her hand and then threw it directly into the space.
Now, even if she lies down every day and does nothing, the wealth in the space alone is enough for her to spend several lifetimes.
The image of Aunt Zhang's arrogance in the office just now kept echoing in her mind.
Why can such a person be so arrogant? Or he lives too well.
Lin Wanqing's eyes darkened, and a plan came to her mind.
After getting the money, Zhang Ma and Yang Aihua went to the mental hospital without stopping. After paying all the fees, they took Zhang Guodong out.
Even though he only stayed in the mental hospital for one day, the news that he became mentally ill due to the trauma had spread like wildfire.
Moreover, Zhang Guodong's mental state has obviously changed.
He hunched his shoulders, looked around cautiously, and looked very reserved.
Anyone with a discerning eye can tell something is wrong.
"Look, that's Zhang Guodong! He looked so scary when he went to the mental hospital yesterday!"
"Oh my God, I have to stay away from him from now on, otherwise what if he goes crazy and kills people?"
"If you still think that it's Zhang Laoer's ghost that has returned, you should find a great immortal to take a look."
After the three members of the Zhang family got off the bus, they listened to gossip all the way home.
There's no way around it. The people living in this area are all factory workers and their families. We're all neighbors, and we know exactly what's going on in everyone's home.
Someone came up to him and asked, "Is Guodong okay now? Oh, how could this happen to him? He was such a good young man."
While speaking, she was secretly glancing at Zhang Guodong. When Zhang Guodong caught her, she smiled awkwardly.
Aunt Zhang held Zhang Guodong's hand tightly and pulled him towards herself, looking like a protective child.
"We're not sick! It was that capitalist lady who was bullying my son! She was deliberately doing it!"
Aunt Zhang disliked this person very much and looked at her coldly, but the old lady was still smiling and talking non-stop.
"Oh, that's what happened! Yesterday, Guoliang kept saying he was Guodong. Oh, I thought he was possessed by a ghost!"
She approached Zhang Ma mysteriously and said, "I'm telling you, I have a distant relative who can tell fortunes. She's very accurate. Why don't you ask her to take a look at Guoliang?"
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Mother Zhang pushed her aside and strode forward with Zhang Guodong, shouting as she walked, "My son is not mentally ill! He's not possessed by a ghost!"
"That bitch Lin Wanqing framed me all! She bribed the mental hospital and locked my son up on purpose!"
Zhang Guodong didn't say a word the whole time, and was dragged away by Zhang's mother with a dull look in his eyes.
Outsiders would think he was either crazy or stupid! Anyway, Zhang Guodong was useless!
Yang Aihua was sad, sad about her future.
She didn't know if the person she wanted to rely on was still reliable, but she had a secret sense of gloating in her heart.
Maybe she will have to be the head of the family in the future. Who told the pillar of the family to fall?
Thinking of this, she straightened her back.
Aunt Zhang kept shouting as she walked, fearing that others might not hear her and misunderstand her son, until she reached her doorstep.
As soon as I reached the door, I saw a woman in a blue cloth jacket waiting there.
She had her hair tied in a bun, half of it was white, and her trouser legs were wrapped around her. Her three-inch golden lotus feet were trembling and poked outward. When she saw Aunt Zhang, her triangle shape narrowed.
You can tell at a glance that this guy is not someone you want to mess with.
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