Old Deng is reborn in the 1980s, and he starts by severing his father-son relationship!

Chapter 109 The Rules of State-Owned Factories! Taking the Second Son to the Appointment!

Upon hearing that he could sign the papers and be released today, Huang Hansheng's haggard and tense old face finally relaxed a little. He nodded, turned around, and left.

After watching Huang Hansheng leave, Chen Deshun carefully hid the money to make sure it wouldn't fall out before turning around and striding back to the factory.

Assigning tasks is easy; the hardest part is asking for leave.

Upon entering the workshop foreman's office, as soon as he mentioned requesting leave, the foreman frowned and began to criticize him with some displeasure: "Old Chen, you've been a long-time employee, why are you asking for leave again? Look at you lately, you're taking leave every few days, how am I supposed to explain this to the staff?"

He paused for a moment, then said, "We're in the business of assembling and debugging electronic components. Every step is crucial, and none can be missing! If your workstation is empty and no one covers for you, others will have to work overtime to fill in, which will delay the workshop's production schedule and affect the bonuses of the entire workshop!"

Chen Deshun listened quietly without offering any explanation.

The workshop director was telling the truth. State-owned factories emphasize working together to meet targets. If an individual frequently takes leave and prevents everyone from making money, even if the workers don't say anything, they must have some complaints in their hearts.

These days, who doesn't rely on that bonus to improve their life? Blocking someone's path to wealth is like killing their parents. No matter how good your relationships are normally, you can't withstand this kind of repeated harassment.

What's more troublesome is that state-owned factories have many rules for taking leave. Not only does it require the workshop director's signature, but the branch secretary also needs to give his approval.

Once or twice is fine, but if it happens too often, the branch secretary will have a lot to say. Last time he asked for leave, the secretary subtly reminded him to treat the factory as his home and stick to his post.

As Chen Deshun left the workshop director's office, he felt somewhat depressed.

In this era, people's minds were not yet fully liberated.

In state-owned enterprises, the leaders value three things most: love the factory like home, stick to your post, and maintain organizational discipline.

His frequent requests for leave are seen by his superiors as a sign that he is not focused on his work, is overly individualistic, has become unruly, wants to leave the organization, and is not going to work properly.

Even if he didn't have these thoughts, he couldn't stop others from speculating like this.

Walking along the tree-lined paths in the factory area, looking at the familiar red brick factory buildings and listening to the roar of machines coming from the workshops, Chen Deshun felt a surge of emotions.

Having been given a second chance at life, he had considered other options.

With his knowledge that was decades ahead of his time, whether he ventured south or did some small business, his life wouldn't be any worse than staying in the factory.

But he ultimately chose to stay.

It wasn't because the job was particularly prestigious, stable, or had a high salary; it was because this was where he could wield his power.

He has a deep affection for the factory, where he has dedicated half his life to its work.

I don't want to watch this behemoth slowly fade into the sunset without realizing it, and in the future tides of history, it will gradually decline because it can't keep up with the pace.

He wanted to do something to fight for a decent future for his old friend who had fought alongside him for many years.

He has many ideas, but who knows what the future holds?

I shook my head, trying to clear my mind of the jumbled thoughts.

After completing the leave application, Chen Deshun didn't delay any longer and quickly walked out of the factory area to go home first.

I pushed open the door; the room was quiet.

Grandma Shen and Grandpa Shen weren't home. They probably took advantage of the nice weather and went out for a stroll together. They're going back to their hometown tomorrow, so it's good for them to go out and buy some things.

Chen Deshun went straight into the bedroom, took out the newspaper package containing the huge sum of 1,600 yuan from his pocket, hid the money in the bedside table drawer, and then took it out again after closing it, hiding it in a wooden box under the bed and locking it.

After tidying up and locking the bedroom door, I rode my bicycle out of the house again and headed straight for the hospital.

Upon arriving at the hospital ward, I pushed open the door.

Chen Sanqi was lying on the bed reading a book, while Chen Jianye was sitting with his legs crossed, cracking sunflower seeds and spitting the shells all over the table.

"Second brother, come with me."

Chen Deshun stood at the door of the ward and waved to Chen Jianye.

"Dad? Where are you going?"

Chen Jianye casually spat out the sunflower seed shells from his mouth and asked.

"Police station."

Chen Deshun didn't try to hide anything, and then turned to Lao Si and instructed him, "You stay in the hospital and don't go anywhere."

"Oh." Chen Sanqi didn't ask any more questions, nodded in response, and continued reading her book.

When Chen Jianye heard that he was going to the police station, he was full of surprise. Did the Huang family agree to pay compensation? Then he could finally be discharged from the hospital to go see Cuicui. These days without seeing Cuicui felt like an eternity.

Chen Jianye followed Chen Deshun out of the ward. As they walked out of the hospital, he gathered his thoughts and asked in a low voice, "Dad, has the Huang family given their word? How much compensation are they planning to give us?"

He has been staying in the hospital these past few days, and Chen Deshun has not mentioned the police station mediation, so he knows nothing about the specifics.

But he wasn't stupid. At this critical juncture, his father was sending him to the police station, which was most likely related to the Huang family. It was probably to sign a letter of understanding; otherwise, there would be no need to call him.

"Apologize, return the money, and pay an additional two hundred in compensation."

1,800 is no small sum. The second brother will inevitably boast about it when he finds out. I plan to tell the truth to the second and fourth brothers when everything is settled, when we are home and there are no outsiders, and then divide the money among ourselves.

"What?! Two hundred?"

Chen Jianye looked on in astonishment and said incredulously, "My sister's in-laws are such tightwads, yet they're willing to pay two hundred? Could her mother-in-law really agree to that?"

In Chen Jianye's memory, Chen Limei's in-laws, especially her mother-in-law Xie Shuzhen, were notoriously stingy and shameless. Getting two hundred yuan out of her was harder than climbing to heaven. How did Dad manage to do it?

"She had no choice but to agree."

Chen Deshun didn't explain much, but glanced at him and reminded him, "When we get there, don't say much. Only sign when you're asked to, understand?"

"Dad, don't worry, I understand!"

Chen Jianye understood immediately and cleverly replied, "I'll follow your lead and make sure I don't cause any trouble."

He smiled obsequiously, licked his slightly dry lips, and tentatively asked, "Dad, um—when we get the compensation..."

"You're back, can you—"

Although he didn't finish what he was saying, his intentions were obvious.

After waiting a while, seeing that Chen Deshun did not speak, Chen Jianye leaned closer, looking somewhat anxious.

Chen Deshun's gaze swept across his face: "What's rightfully yours, you won't be shortchanged."

He left behind this ambiguous statement and ignored it.

Not a penny less?

Chen Jianye stroked his chin, pondering the deeper meaning of those words.

What does "Dad" mean? Does it mean to give it or not?

The compensation is two hundred yuan. The fourth brother is still in school and definitely doesn't know about this. Even if he did, he wouldn't get a share.

How much of those two hundred yuan can I get?

Fifty? Or one hundred? If we could get one hundred and fifty, that would be wonderful! We could have a big drinking session and buy Cui Cui a new dress!

Chen Jianye grew increasingly excited, muttering to himself as he began arranging what to buy.

Chen Deshun ignored him and rode his bicycle, taking his second son with him, all the way to the police station.

Before long, the familiar gate of the police station came into view.

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