Confessions of a Salesman

Chapter 371 Accidental Death
Since small appliances are located in the suburbs and the surrounding area is very open, no one has thought about the huge losses caused by the typhoon.

There are many ventilation fans on the roof of the production workshop for ventilation.On the day when the typhoon came, all the workers had their holidays in advance. Gou Wenhua and Baoer, the backbone of the team, had finished the arrangements and prepared the ventilation measures, and when they were about to leave, suddenly the ventilation fan on the roof of a piece of equipment was blown away, mixed with heavy rain. The strong wind blew directly into the workshop.

The equipment was instantly wet. Seeing that the equipment might be damaged, the civil worker climbed up to the roof regardless of other people's obstruction. He was not blown away by the typhoon, but he stepped on the air to the position of the ventilation fan and fell directly onto the equipment. It was more than 5 meters high and fell to his death on the spot.

When I got the call and went to the scene, the art worker had already been lifted down and covered with a white cloth.There are people all around, but no one dares to approach.

Gou Wenhua was also stunned aside, not knowing what to do?
I walked over, seeing me coming, everyone had the backbone, Gou Wenhua asked me in horror: "Mr. Chen, what should I do?"

I'm actually very scared too, but I've seen dead people before, and they were literary workers, that persistent, extreme, but meticulous and passionate literary worker, I walked over with distress, and slightly lifted the white cloth. One foot, one glance, the literary worker's face was covered with blood, and he was already out of breath.

I turned around and asked, "Have you called an ambulance?"

Gou Wenhua nodded and replied, "Yes, but it's too far away from the urban area, and it's a typhoon day, so we won't be able to get through for a while."

I said again: "Did you call the police? Call the police."

Gou Wenhua said hesitantly: "Call the police? Is this considered a major industrial accident? It may involve the responsibility of the person in charge of safety. Do you want to ask the lawyer first?"

I lowered my face and said, "What time is it? I still think about these things. Everyone is gone. Whose responsibility is their responsibility. What are you afraid of?"

Gou Wenhua said innocently: "I don't care, but now I am worried about you, you are the highest security person in the company now."

I knew he meant well, so I lowered my voice and said, "It's okay, let's think about how to deal with Wengong's funeral, and notify his family as soon as possible."

The corpse of Wengong stayed for a whole night. The old man who watched the gate was courageous. He was someone who had been there. He kept watch all night and took the corpse away the next day. Without the signature of the family of Wengong, the corpse could not be cremated. We all Waiting for the family members of the literary workers.

I suddenly remembered that Wen Gong divorced his wife, and he was gay.It is not known whether he has parents and children.

The company does not have any records about the family members of the artist, and can only wait for the police at the police station to find a way to notify his family.

Three days later, the cultural worker's elderly father came with a teenage boy wearing a red scarf, leaning on a cane.

After seeing the corpse, Wengong's father didn't show too much sadness, but asked Wengong lightly about the cause of death and compensation.

The staff of the group's legal department and the father of the literary worker explained the entire compensation process and amount.Because of the accidental death and during working hours, the Social Security Bureau compensated the artist 24 yuan, and the company decided to compensate him 30 yuan.

After hearing the news, Wen Gong's father murmured, "You didn't contribute anything to this family until you died!"

After hearing this, Gou Wenhua said angrily: "Master, it is reasonable to say that you are the elder of the deceased. I shouldn't say it about you, but the deceased is the elder. No matter what the artist is, he is your son. If you speak like this, let Wen Gongquan has knowledge, and death will not rest in peace!"

Wengong's father raised his head, stared at Gou Wenhua with eyes full of vicissitudes, and said word by word: "Did I say something wrong? He doesn't cherish a good family, and getting together with men will ruin our Wen family's wealth." Face, it makes me and his son unable to lift our heads. Do you know how we lived in the countryside? We dare not leave the house, and we are pointed at all day long. Have you faced the ancestors of the Wen family?"

Gou Wenhua was speechless for a moment, and Baoer said angrily: "Everyone has the right to pursue his own happiness, no matter whether he likes a man or a woman, he is right as a writer, who stipulates that a man must like a woman after birth? Wen Gong dared to face his own feelings, he was so brave, you didn’t understand him when he was alive, and you still said that about him after he died, you are not qualified to be a father.”

Wen Gong's father became agitated. He didn't refute Bao'er, but blamed himself: "It's because I have no way to teach my son. I have taught a son who violates human ethics. I am not qualified to be his father. I was originally a father." I don’t want to come, I’m not greedy for his dead money, but my grandson wants to go to school and live, I still have a few years to live, I must let my grandson have something to rely on.”

After finishing speaking, he coughed non-stop, and every time he coughed, he was in great pain. His grandson patted him on the back filially. I hurriedly asked someone to get a glass of water, helped him sit down, and persuaded: "Which parent doesn't want their children to be happy? As long as they live happily, it is better than anything else. Parents should think about their children. Even if you force him to continue living an ordinary life, he will not Happy, as long as he can pretend, he will definitely do it. He obeyed your wishes, married and had children for so many years. It is really impossible to pretend, so he lives according to his own wishes. What is wrong with him? Woolen cloth?"

Wen Gong's father was still coughing and didn't speak. Wen Gong's son suddenly said: "Grandpa, Dad is right, you forced him, otherwise he wouldn't leave home, leave me, and he wouldn't die!"

These words shocked Wengong's father a lot, and he asked his grandson with concern: "Are you blaming me? Blame me for not driving your dad away? Could it be that I just watched him fall in love with a man? I Can't do it, my old Wen family doesn't have such a beast!"

Wengong's son said: "Grandpa, don't be angry, my dad has already left, so let's stop talking about him, okay? Let's go home?"

Wengong's father said: "Go home? No matter how unfilial he is, he is still my son, and your father! When he dies, you have to wear sackcloth and mourning to see your father on his last journey!"

The typhoon is gone, and there is devastation everywhere, and the workers in the factory are cleaning up the mess.Wengong’s memorial service was held in the funeral home, and not many people went there. As the top leader of the company, I followed him from beginning to end. No one shed tears during the entire memorial service, including his father and his son.It’s not that I wasn’t sad, but it was the scene at that time. I think few people would cry. The old-fashioned tape recorder played the mourning music that had gone out of tune. .

This kind of ritual makes people numb. Even the closest people can't bring up any sad feelings. It's just a walking dead walking through the scene.

Wen Gong left, and I felt very uncomfortable. I vaguely remember when I first met him, the scene where he broke his head with others, and the way he was persistent for love. Although it was very dramatic, I have to say that I still admire his courage. And his enthusiasm, focus, and professionalism are also worth learning from him.

Regarding his orientation, I am not qualified to speak, because I have not experienced it, and I cannot empathize with it, but personally, I do not have any discrimination. In my opinion, as long as it does not violate the law, it violates the basic principles of being a human being. , he has the right to be whoever he wants, and no one is qualified to judge him, not even his father!
When the grandfather and grandson left, Gou Wenhua handed over the donations from colleagues in the company to Wen Gong's father. He didn't feel any gratitude. In his cognitive world, these were all due, and he took them without hesitation. Qian did not say a word of thanks.

I noticed that the father of the literary worker, since he came here, has been complaining and dissatisfied all the time. I don’t know why at his age, and he can’t learn to be tolerant. He should see everything clearly, but he doesn’t No, he complained about God, the society, our company, his son, and even everyone who helped him.In his world, there seemed to be endless resentment, and the whole world owed him.

Originally, the white-haired man sent the black-haired man, and he lost his son when he was old. We can understand his sadness, and we have been comforting him all the time.But what about him?As if the whole world owed him, he spoke sourly without a trace of gratitude, so that even Gou Wenhua didn't bother to talk to him in the end.

I asked A Liao to drive him to the train station, and he said to me dissatisfied: "Why don't you buy us a plane ticket? My father and I have never taken a plane. If Xiao Wen was here, he would definitely let us take a plane. "

I didn't answer, A Liao explained: "There is no direct plane to your place, you have to transfer after getting off the plane, plus the distance to the airport on both sides, I think it's more convenient for you to take the train."

Wen Gong's father snorted and said: "It sounds so nice, but it's just that Xiaowen left and the tea is cold. If he was here, you wouldn't bully our grandparents like this. The old and the young are big bags How can you take the train with a small bag, there are so many people, there is no place to sit when it is crowded!"

A Liao patiently explained: "Uncle, I bought you sleeper tickets, one seat for each person, there will be no place to sit, and I will take you to the car, don't worry."

The literary worker's father shook his head and said, "When you are old, you are not welcome. I just ask. You are so impatient."

A Liao was not angry. He felt that the old man lost his son and was in a bad mood. He didn't say anything, so he helped him with his luggage and got ready to board the car.

But he refused to get in the car and said: "It's rare for the two of us to go far away. After we came, we didn't go around. We still want to go shopping. Can you take us to the scenic spots?"

A Liao said hesitantly: "But you have already bought the ticket, if you don't leave, it will be too late."

He snorted and said, "Then let's refund it. A company as big as yours is not short of two train tickets, right?" After finishing speaking, he looked at me, as if waiting for my approval.

(End of this chapter)