musicians of old

Chapter 257 What's the point? (4K [-]-in-[-])

"what?"

"Resign?"

"How long has it been?"

Many students below were still excitedly counting money, but now they exploded with a bang.

"Didn't Professor Fanning only take office in mid-July?"

"It's July 7th. It's been less than two months. What happened? Did you have a conflict with the new school leader?"

"Maybe the money is not enough, we can give him another half!"

"What's the point of not being led by Professor Fanning?"

"Don't do this kind of thing!!"

Fanning has already clearly felt that the inspiration in the rehearsal hall has changed from high excitement to dark and depressed.

The prestige of a conductor has never been endowed by this simple position, but its ideas have been proven correct time and time again when practiced by musicians, thus gaining everyone's unreserved trust and respect.

At least among the successive conductors of St. Lenia University in recent decades, no one has ever had the status Fanning has in the hearts of musicians, and it has been achieved in a very short period of time.

"You don't need to be so sad." Fanning smiled and signaled the musicians to be quiet, "I'm still working at Saint Lenia University, right?"

Kaprun said mysteriously at this time: "Actually, there is not only this change, but also one... Well, no, to be precise, two. You should see these news in many common places tomorrow."

So the atmosphere of parting tonight disappeared for the most part.

A few people vaguely guessed a small part, and most people were a bit confused and confused. Fanning finally led the Saint Lania Symphony Orchestra to rehearse. Although it was a basic exercise, everyone was extremely meticulous and serious.

After the show ended at nine o'clock, Fanning picked up his briefcase and Sheeran's violin case, and just stepped into the corridor when Kaplan's voice sounded from behind again.

"Professor Fanning, Miss Sheeran, er, excuse me, I have a kind request here."

"Woodpecker Affairs Consulting Office, No. 43, Keston Street, East Mecklen District, Office 209, you can come to me once a week in the future and learn the command method from me." Fan Ning reported the address of the class like pouring beans.

"This. I have won it before. This time I want to ask"

Kaprun's expression was a little embarrassing: "Is there any more people for your symphony orchestra? If so, I will resign."

"You're right." Fan Ning couldn't help laughing: "My orchestra has no one, so how can we play without people."

"I mean those directly related to music, such as the assistant conductor here." Kaplan carefully ruled out the possibility of some responsibilities such as moving things, selling tickets, and taking care of rosin and carnol.

"You are welcome to come over. The orchestra will start accepting resumes next Monday."

"Great!"

Seeing Kaprun's back, he excitedly put a sheet of music on his fingertips, then dropped it and hurriedly picked it up, Sheeran turned his head and asked curiously: "Callon, if you leave by yourself, you will also take another one along the way." , won't the school jump in a hurry?"

Fan Ning looked at his back as he picked up the sheet music and smashed it to ashes in the distance: "Do you know how this guy who studied piano, music theory and conducting method for half a year came to be the conductor's assistant?"

Sheeran subconsciously shook her head.

"He donated £5000 to Saint Lenia University," Fanning said. "...as the elite middle class in finance, that was their household income for about two years, and then he quit after two months. "

"The school must hope that there will be more people like this." Sheeran blinked.

Fan Ning may be temporarily out of favor after leaving, but obviously, the existence of Kaplan is dispensable in the eyes of the school.

"Besides." Fan Ning sighed softly, "The new school leaders always have new ideas for employing people, right?"

"When you officially resigned, didn't they keep you? Because I remember you told Mr. Sternika that you might take care of it for a month or two so that they can find a suitable replacement, but now you directly gone."

"There is a retention, but it is also sincere, and they decided to 'convert' my honorary associate professor."

"then you."

"Then I will always emphasize in my heart that they are out of politeness; out of my friendship with my old employer; out of Miss Roy's face; out of the standards of courtesy that artists should receive from 'forging lions', or out of Refer to utilitarian expectations of previous grades, etc.”

"However, these are all normal motives." Sheeran was a little puzzled, "There is no essential difference from the two former principals, and these factors should be considered in the position and personnel issues."

"So, the problem is with me." Fan Ning said, "This is a kind of sentimental disease of nostalgia for the passing away. The dean of the Academy of Music passed away, and the principal and vice-principal also changed. There is no such clear meaning.”

"So this is nostalgia, right?" The little girl stared at him.

"A better expression." Fan Ning turned around, "Let's get ready to go. The laborers have gradually stopped working at this time. I will help you put your violin in my office first."

There are two cars parked on the front ping of the music office building, the front is a black and shiny van with a big nose, and the back is an old silver-gray car.

"Did you have a good vacation?" After getting into the front and back seat of the car with Sheeran, Fanning asked the lawyer Monroe in the passenger seat.

"It was pleasant as expected. The only unexpected thing is that it was repaired until I came back. It's hard to imagine what it has gone through." Monroe patted the car door on his left, "President Caron, our current Is the work budget enough to buy another car or two?"

"Theoretically, it's possible. Bonuses have been credited frequently this year." Fan Ning looked at the rapidly retreating scenery outside and smiled, "The only variable is whether the revenue from the restaurant on the first floor can still be used, um. I forgot about this question. Please check with Sir Viadrin next time you go to Fort Santaram for piano lessons."

"By the way, Caroun." Sheeran also remembered another thing, "Sir Viadrin was transferred after he was promoted to one who understands, and there is currently a vacancy for those who know, is there any suitable candidate for inclusion? "

"This matter, let's pay more attention when we re-count labor claims information and dig out choir candidates. I didn't think it would be so troublesome before I said it. That guy Stanley has already been convicted, and the industry involved has also been banned. I I thought it would be enough to distribute those black assets directly to the victims.”

All the assets involved in the case that have an affair with the secret organization are now in the account of the Special Patrol Office.

The same goes for the so-called "Rylatim Chemical Trading Company" in Fort Santaram, as well as the factories that used their pigments, after they were seized.

If it weren't for the fact that he is now the regional leader of the official organization, and some words have a bad influence, Fan Ning almost said that this is "black eating black".

"I don't even look at where the authorities are sitting. If that's the case, why is Ms. Hamilton running around with two assistants." Monroe shook his head, "Fortunately, conviction and banning are still the most critical part, and the next step is to expand compensation. From a legal point of view, if you open a hole, there will be an expectation that it can be copied. The seized money can always be dug out by us using legal policies. So much money, as long as part of it can be spit out, can make the compensation effect There is a fundamental change."

"It's just that Ms. Hamilton's physical condition is not optimistic now." After the train stopped at the South Wharf industrial area, Monroe glanced at the car in the rearview mirror with concern.

"Mr. Fanning, I heard that you have been promoted to the district chief of the official Extraordinary Organization. Congratulations." Half a minute later, Fanning saw the old lady in a black and white old-fashioned dress again.

For more than a month, although she appeared to be as energetic and powerful as before, her physical condition became visibly worse, and the wrinkles on her face became deeper. Instead, another assistant was carrying a large pile of materials, with a notebook under his arm.

Due to years of on-site investigations of industrial workers' heavy metal or organic poisoning cases, the toxins have eroded Ms. Hamilton's body. In addition, Ben is approaching the upper limit of her lifespan, and her aging has reached its final stage.

"May you be blessed with light, ma'am." Fan Ning, who knew his beliefs, bowed slightly with respect, "Because the evidence has been clear, the previous investigation conclusions of the authorities have been overturned, we will get the maximum compensation this time, and you may be able to Consider resting as much as possible."

"If this is the only labor rights violation case, I might hand it over to my assistant with confidence, but the top priority now is to allow all laborers, including the imperial capital area, to be dealt with fairly, so that future judgments on similar cases can be guided. It has been consolidated into the "Occupational Disease Prevention and Control Law" and "Labor Rights and Interests Protection Law", and I don't have much time left."

A group of people walked towards the labor settlement deep in the muddy road, and the rows of low row houses built with their backs to each other came into Fanning's sight again.

He walked through the familiar narrow passage. At this time, the temperature in early September was still relatively high, and the two deep trenches on the ground seeped sewage from each house, and the stench of the blackened solid-liquid mixture permeated the entire space.

A wooden door was pushed open, and the wet smell of dirty clothes soaked in, mixed with the starchy smell of cooked food penetrated into the nostrils.

"Polis, we're here to see you again." Monroe greeted.

"Good evening, gentlemen." The rotten wooden curtain was lifted, and a towel was thrown over his shoulders. Boles, a laborer with an oily face, came out with a pot of steaming salted potatoes.

He accurately called out the names of the four members of his party in turn and said hello.

The woman next to her silently but quickly set up tea on the small square table, and brought out several dishes with beans, cheese, small cakes and fine white sugar.

The baby that was once breastfed has turned into a little one that can walk, wandering around under the table, the little girl and the older boy are staring at the pastries and sugar.

It's just that Bolles' parents have passed away, and the eldest daughter and youngest son have also died. In less than a year, the family of nine has been reduced to five, and the place is not as crowded as before.

"Let the children eat." Monroe said, "Actually, you might as well add more clothes or improve the food, or save it for emergencies."

"The days are getting better and better. The previous compensation of 50 pounds is quite a lot... There is still a lot of balance, and now the money is not as tight as before... It is a lot wider... I can't give the officers another pot of 'bread and oil' or Pea and vegetable soup is out."

Bolles showed a grateful smile, and continued to ramble: "Dear Ms. Hamilton, I am sorry that you have made three trips this year... I heard from you before that there is still hope that the compensation will increase to three or four times at once... That is More than [-] pounds, I will definitely plan to save it... The next time I encounter a work-related injury or illness, I will have a solid foundation... I can eat better, we can now eat meat for three or four days a week. "

The old lady has always been unsmiling. After saying "um", she began to collect information from the family, and her two assistants started to record quickly.

These questions come from her "on-site epidemiological" investigation method, which is very detailed and professional. She re-examined the belongings and documents, and asked the Poles family to recall as much as possible, including Lianka's working hours, The operating conditions that can be relayed, the timeline of physical deterioration, etc.

"At present, our compensation target is expected to be tenfold." Hamilton said finally.

This may be a bigger surprise, but the investigation always reveals the pain again. Bolles opened his mouth wide, and it took a long time before he said slowly: "Ten times that much, that's really good. That's four times as much." Five hundred pounds, it's hard to imagine how thick it is, maybe her kidney disease can be treated with some of the money." He glanced at his wife who was cutting the cake and sprinkled sugar on the opposite side.

"We can also plan to improve the housing. In the street not far away, there is a kind of split bedroom. We have saved for more than ten years, but sometimes we feel that a year has passed, and we are far away from our goal. Being able to experience the life of owning an independent bathroom is brought by her, but it’s a pity that she can’t use it herself.”

Polles continued to babble, and Hamilton listened with no expression on his face, just instructing his assistant to record information and point out mistakes.

If it weren't for the old lady's experience in the field of public occupational health, it might be difficult for Fanning to see that she was working with enthusiasm, pragmatism, and the pursuit of fairness and justice.

"We will still keep in touch with you in the future." Fanning said to Poles, "Well, try to make the latest compensation results come true before the New Year."

Sheeran added next to it: "In special circumstances, you can go to our team station in the South Dock area to seek help according to the previous address. Of course, you can also see what problems you have at the moment."

"No problem, no problem." Bolles pushed the tea and cake plate towards the two of them. After thanking Fanning, he took a sip from the teacup and handed the cake to the little girl next to him.

"Miss Hiran." A timid voice suddenly came out.

"Ok?"

This is the boy who used to weave fishing nets in the attic. Facing the girl in the white skirt who was only two years older than him, he stood with his legs together, and he did not dare to look into her eyes: "I have a Something that I still can't figure out. My sister, if I die directly like her, wouldn't it be equally easy and cost-effective?"

"Why do you think so?" Sheeran asked with a frown.

"I found a job, making that kind of viscose rayon." The boy's voice has changed, but he is trying to organize his words very nervously, "The monthly salary is 2 pounds 15 shillings, and I only work 14 hours a month. And a day off. It's better than fishing nets and child labor, and maybe I'll be up to 3 or 4 pounds when I'm an adult."

"But I'm a little tired. They say there are many interesting things in this city. When I was a child, I also liked singing and watching street artist performances. But I can't actually go. The only rest day I just want to sleep, or I have to help with housework. My sister died. , You said that you were killed by the evil god organization. If you can lose 500 pounds, it is the money I earned from working for more than 10 years after I became an adult. But in fact, it may take more than [-] or [-] years to save so much, because I have to eat and dress and seeing a doctor. By that time, I can no longer work, and my income will drop a bit.”

"Miss Hilan, tell me, why don't you just get killed and get the 500 pounds for your family? If the result is the same, working for another [-] or [-] years will be tiring and not fun, and there will be variables. Not enough Safe. Is there any other meaning?"

(End of this chapter)