In less than a quarter of an hour, people handed in written papers and pens.
It was those men who handed it in first.
After they handed over the paper and pen, they sat down on the steps next to them, crossed their legs lazily, and waited like old men for Ye Yun to give them money.
Ye Yun didn't take these to heart.
After seeing the numbers written on the papers by several middle-aged men, she couldn't help but frown.
Several of the notes were identical.
Position: Tailor.
Monthly salary: thirty-five yuan.
Five months in arrears.
Salary + full attendance + bonus + subsidy, etc., the total arrears of wages is 500 yuan.
Ye Yun:……?
What are you doing?
She frowned and looked at the middle-aged men, but unexpectedly met their provocative gazes.
All at once, she understood.
She stretched out her hand to call Chen Zhenxing and showed him the note. After seeing the note, Chen Zhenxing's eyes widened instantly and he looked at the men in surprise.
Those men had no guilt when facing Chen Zhenxing, probably because they had nothing to lose.
Chen Zhenxing withdrew his gaze with innocence and shock, looked at the amount on the note, and silently shook his head at Ye Yun.
He didn't offer such a high salary.
Five months, five hundred yuan, isn't that a high salary of one hundred yuan a month?
Bah, he, a factory director, doesn’t even have so much!
"How dare you write that? Why don't you just go and rob it!" Chen Zhenxing spat and glared at those grown men secretly.
Ye Yun understood.
She calmly put the note away without saying anything, and asked Chen Zhenxing to sit down and rest for a while.
Another quarter of an hour passed.
"Have you finished writing?" Brother Bing shouted when he saw a pile of papers on the table.
Everyone said, “It’s finished!”
"Are there any who haven't finished writing yet? If you haven't finished, raise your hands so I can see!"
This time no one responded.
No one raised their hand.
"Okay, you've finished writing, right? Then let's start reconciling the accounts!" After saying this, Brother Bing stepped back to Ye Yun's side.
Ye Yun was organizing paper and pens.
She arranged the papers handed in in the order they were submitted.
Then, she took out the attendance record given by Chen Zhenxing from the brown paper file bag beside her.
As soon as the attendance records were taken out, the faces of the middle-aged men visibly froze.
Obviously they recognized that this was the factory's attendance record. At this moment, their faces turned pale, unwilling and angry. Didn't Chen Zhenxing tell them that there were no attendance records in the factory?
Some of the female workers were actually stunned and lowered their heads guiltily.
Ye Yun began to read out the names in order.
The first ones to come were those middle-aged men. She looked at the amount on the attendance sheet, then looked at the amount on the paper, and smiled.
The attendance sheet shows: one hundred and eighty yuan.
Several of them are tailors and are also the laborers in the factory, so Chen Zhenxing gives them a higher salary. With subsidies, their salary is a few yuan higher than that of the female workers in the workshop per month, which means dozens of yuan after a few months.
But it is still far from the amount they wrote.
Ye Yun looked at the people in front of her, waved the paper in her hand with a smile, and said in a cold voice: "Are you sure it's this amount?"
Several people had already been exposed and looked grim.
You look at me, I look at you, and we look at each other, but we don't want to let go of the fat meat that is already in our mouths.
One of the skinny men with droopy eyes gritted his teeth and started to curse, "What? Shouldn't you give it to us? We have been delayed for so long because of this crappy factory! We haven't found other jobs in the past few months and haven't made a dime. Shouldn't you compensate us? Is five hundred yuan too much? Is it too much?"
With so many questionings, those who didn't know would think that Ye Yun really owed them five hundred yuan.
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