I was married off to a disabled hero in lieu of marriage; my in-laws doted on me and I aspired to gr

"Regarding the issue of compensation, I also have my own opinion..."

"You little brat, I knew you were here to cause trouble," Tang Ping said, scratching his head in annoyance.

"Leaving aside Master Chen Yan's courageous act of pulling the power switch and saving countless lives, and the immense losses that would result from the entire steel plant explosion..."

You're still talking even though you didn't say anything? Zhou Zhonghai, what kind of good son have you raised?

"Tell me about the pain of burns."

Zhou Wenhui lowered his voice and slowly pulled up his trouser leg, revealing a pair of prosthetic legs: "I was also wounded on the battlefield. I had a wound the size of a bowl. It would itch when it was hot and hurt when it was cold. Have you ever experienced that kind of excruciating pain?"

Master Chen Yan's burns covered such a large area; layer upon layer of skin had to be scabbed over, cleaned, scab over again, cleaned, and then new skin had to be cut and replaced. The wound was in a cast, and the itching was unbearable, but he couldn't scratch it. When the seasons changed, the pain became unbearable, and you only gave him 10,000 yuan for nutritional expenses? Are your hearts made of stone? Director Tang, if I gave you 10,000 yuan, would you be willing to endure this pain?

"Name your price?" Tang Ping said through gritted teeth.

"Twenty thousand for nutrition expenses," Zhou Wenhui said coldly.

Tang Ping slammed his hand on the table and said, "Fine."

Zhou Wenhui stood up, saluted Tang Ping, and said, "Director Tang, you are a responsible and dedicated leader. I salute you."

Tang Ping waved his hand and said, "He Chunxiu, if you have no objections, we will renegotiate the contract."

Just as his wife was about to agree, Zhou Wenhui asked, puzzled, "Director Tang, a hero who risked his life to save workers, your factory didn't even give him a reward?"

"What other reward do you want?" Tang Ping asked hesitantly.

"Master Chen has always lived in a tenement building. He is a great hero, so shouldn't he be given priority to be allocated a three-bedroom apartment? Only when his family is settled can Master Chen focus on recovering."

One of the leaders couldn't take it anymore and slammed his fist on the table, yelling, "Who the hell do you think you are? You're asking for the moon! Even Director Tang doesn't have a three-bedroom apartment!"

Tang Ping grabbed the angry leader and said, "I was originally going to allocate a three-bedroom apartment to Chen Yan this year, to Chen Yan."

"Director Tang, aren't you spoiling him too much?"

"No, if I could make the decision, I would like to give you more. Not just Master Chen Yan, how many parents have lost their children, and how many children have lost their fathers? Comrade He Chunxiu, this factory is not mine, and it still needs the signature of the municipal party committee leaders. But don't worry, I promised that even if the factory director quits, I will still get it for you."

After saying this, Tang Ping bowed deeply to his teacher's wife: "On behalf of all the factory workers, I thank Master Chen Yan for risking his own life to save us and this factory in our time of crisis. I, Tang Ping, am deeply grateful."

The teacher's wife quickly stood up and returned the greeting, saying, "Actually, Old Chen did all this voluntarily. It's just that he collapsed, and our family has had a hard time. Director Tang, it's not that I'm greedy, but so that Old Chen can focus on his recovery in peace later on."

"I understand. The factory can't let Master Chen down. Here's what we'll do: I'll go to the municipal party committee to communicate with them now. The opinion letter will be issued in the next day or two, and I'll personally deliver it to Master Chen's wife."

"Thank you, Director Tang. Thank you, Director Tang."

The leaders stormed off, and Tang Ping pointed at Zhou Wenhui: "Get the hell to my office."

Zhou Wenhui chuckled and said to Yang Zheng, "You guys wait for me at the factory gate first. I'm going to see Uncle Tang."

So, you two know each other after all this time? The teacher's wife looked at Yang Zheng in surprise.

"Come on, Madam, Uncle, let's go downstairs first."

The teacher's wife's younger brother is very honest and can't say a word in front of his superiors. However, he met a formidable person today.

In the office, Tang Ping closed the door and asked, "Did your dad send you?"

"No, my dad had no idea that something had happened at the machine factory."

"Kid, you're ruthless. You won't stop until you've squeezed me dry."

"Uncle Tang, this time such a big incident has occurred, you are probably to blame."

"Yeah, it's hard to say whether that factory manager can still keep his job. Luckily no one died. You know, that bastard, the temperature kept rising, and people forgot to cool down after drinking? Sigh, saying more is just hindsight."

"Uncle Tang, I can help you salvage the situation."

"How can we salvage this?"

"I work at the Daily News, and I know people in the news department. You could write a self-criticism letter about the Huailin Machinery Factory accident and publish it on the front page. When problems arise, you should seriously address them, without evading or shirking responsibility, and generously reward the employees who discover the problems. This would also strengthen employees' self-safety awareness. If you do that, your position as factory manager will be pretty much secure."

"Good lad, impressive! Rather than playing the subservient servant to the city leaders, you might as well be a genuine subservient servant to the people of the city. It's settled then, I'll write a self-reproach edict tonight. A self-reproach edict—doing the work of a servant while employing the tactics of an emperor, difficult indeed..."

Note: When an emperor makes a serious mistake, he will write an edict of self-reproach, listing his errors and announcing them to the world, seeking forgiveness from the people.

In just two days, half of Tang Ping's hair turned white. When he received a call from the factory, he was so frightened that he almost jumped out of his skin.

Chen Yan, with him around, has shielded me from so much danger.

How is your dad?

"I've started working at the provincial agricultural department."

"Life is unpredictable, and it's a miracle that he actually came back alive," Tang Ping exclaimed.

"Dad will definitely come back. My mom will take care of him herself. Even if he's at the gates of hell, my mom will still snatch him back."

"Give your father a message: while he was in a coma, there were quite a few people who took advantage of his misfortune. I almost couldn't even save Yang Zheng. There are quite a few people secretly vying for power, both in the province and the city."

"Okay, thank you, Uncle Tang. If you have something else to do, I'll be going now."

"Alright, please give my regards to your father. I won't keep you for dinner today."

"Uncle Tang, please take care of yourself too."

"Okay, I won't see you out..."

At the factory gate, Zhou Wenhui was waiting for his wife, Qiaoqiao, and Yang Zheng.

"Wenhui, my brother just told me you're amazing." Qiaoqiao looked at him with admiration.

"Actually, Director Tang isn't a petty person. It's just that the compensation issue requires negotiation among multiple leaders. Even if Director Tang wanted to give more, others would object. If the family members are adamant, there's nothing they can do. Besides, I work at a newspaper, and they're afraid things will escalate and become difficult to handle."

"Luckily, Teacher Zhou came, otherwise Yang Zheng and I would have had to agree."

The teacher's wife respectfully addressed Zhou Wenhui as "teacher".

"Madam, please don't call me that, I can't accept it. I'm only able to stand here because of Master Chen. What's done is done, please calm down and take good care of Master Chen. If you need any help, please don't hesitate to ask."

"Okay, okay, thank you so much, Wenhui and Qiaoqiao. Once Old Chen is able to walk again, we'll personally visit him to express our gratitude."

"Madam, Master Chen is my brother's master. A teacher for a day is a father for life. We are family. There's no need for thanks."

"Madam, we'll head back now. Yang Zheng, you..."

"I'm not going back. I want to stay with Master. With me here, Master's wife will have someone to rely on."

"Okay, we'll be going now."