Naturally, Feng's father would not undermine his daughter's efforts. He also knew that his daughter wanted to stand up for him.
"My child is so filial. My health is not as good as it used to be. I might as well give the opportunity to the young people."
The people at the textile factory looked at each other and said, "That won't work!"
"Old Feng, I'm a few years older than you. I haven't accepted my age yet. You can't just give up."
"Yes, Deputy Director Feng, we know your daughter is very filial, but as her parents, we are still young and can't go over and cause trouble for her. Jiaojiao and Jianjun are already so busy with their work."
"That's right, Deputy Director Feng, our textile factory can't do without you, you can't just leave like this." Everyone tried to dissuade him.
Naturally, no one at the textile factory wanted Feng's father to leave.
First, Father Feng had indeed worked in the textile factory for so many years that everyone had developed a bond with him and they cooperated well with each other at work. It was hard to say what would happen if he was promoted to deputy factory director.
The second point is naturally for profit. As long as Feng's father is around, Feng Jiaojiao will take care of the textile factory.
The cooperation between Yongxing Garment Factory and their textile factory has also become stronger.
Just like the last time, with just one word from someone, the textile factory received such a large order. This was done by someone in the government.
As the deputy director and designer of Yongxing Garment Factory, Feng Jiaojiao is more capable than her father Feng.
Nowadays, no leader of a clothing factory or textile factory knows Feng Jiaojiao's name. As long as they can get in touch with Feng Jiaojiao, it means they have got in touch with a cash cow.
Therefore, no matter what, Mr. Feng could not be allowed to leave their textile factory.
Director Ma quickly pulled an envelope from his pocket and said, "Old Feng, you've suffered a lot recently. It's our fault for not investigating the truth right away. You've been hurt so badly."
"This is a small token of our appreciation. You were injured while investigating the textile factory and the loss of fabric. How can we let you suffer in vain? Take this money and use it to support yourself. When you're fully recovered, you can return to work."
"We were originally planning to pay the hospital for your surgery and convalescence, but we heard that Jiaojiao had already paid, so we decided to give you cash instead."
The textile factory gave Feng's father 100 yuan, which is not a small amount of money.
Feng Jiaojiao paid the fee in advance for Feng's father, but it was only one hundred yuan, and this was when Feng's father was going to have surgery.
"Oh, that's not the case. My situation is indeed special. I understand. You can take it back." Father Feng really didn't know how to respond.
The money hasn't come in for such a long time, there must be someone who doesn't want to be hospitalized on their own, but the factory reimburses so much of the expenses. He can already imagine who is the most opposed.
"You must take this money, Old Feng. You are a hero to our factory. If it weren't for you, our factory would have lost a lot of fabric. Now the thief who stole the fabric has been caught. Just rest and recover. We will wait for your return."
Director Ma did not continue with Feng Jiaojiao's words, for fear that Feng's father would really leave the textile factory.
He also knew that Feng Jiaojiao was unhappy.
But he had no choice. Even as the factory director, he didn't have the final say on everything.
After they found out the truth of the matter and knew that Mr. Feng's injury was caused by the beating by this group of people, they gave Mr. Feng the money without saying anything.
After all, Feng's father brought a lot of profits to the textile factory.
The people from the textile factory left.
"Dad, please keep this money." Feng Jiaojiao put the money into Feng's father's pocket.
"Jiaojiao, take this money. You paid for all the fees. Dad has money, and I have a lot of financial support too. It's enough." Many things in the ward were bought by Feng Jiaojiao.
"Dad, you are my dad. You are sick, isn't it normal for your daughter to spend some money? Take this money." Feng Jiaojiao would never argue with her dad about this.
Zhao Nan just stood there without saying a word.
An Jianjun checked the time and said, "Dad, I'm going to buy some food."
"Well, go ahead."
"I'll buy some more so we can share." Although An Jianjun didn't say it, everyone understood that he had brought some for Zhao Nan as well.
"No...don't take mine. I'll be back soon." Zhao Nan had no intention of letting An Jianjun take a copy.
"Nannan, please stay and have dinner first." Zhao Nan came to see him every day since he was hospitalized and bought him all kinds of food. How could he let him go just after dinner?
Feng Jiaojiao naturally wouldn't mind these things.
"Don't worry, the food won't be poisoned, just eat it."
Zhao Nan looked at Feng Jiaojiao, pursed his lips and said nothing.
The three people in the room were very quiet. Zhao Nan stood by the window, Feng Jiaojiao sat beside the bed, and Feng's father lay on the bed, watching this scene.
I sighed silently. Among so many people, this was the first time they were so harmonious without any quarrels.
Suddenly, the door of the ward was pushed open.
A tall figure walked in, wearing doctor's clothes, a white hat and a mask.
"Feng Daquan, right? Let me change the medicine for you." The rough voice made Feng Jiaojiao feel very strange.
"Who are you, doctor? Why have I never seen you before?" Feng Jiaojiao has always been in contact with Dr. Liu, Feng's father's attending physician, and has never met this doctor.
And why does this doctor look weird?
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