Many of the students below were counting money excitedly, but now there was an uproar.
"Didn't Professor Fan Ning only take office in mid-July?"
"It's July 14th. It's been less than two months. What happened? Is there a conflict with the new leader of the school?"
"Maybe we didn't give enough money, we can give him another half!"
"What's the point of leading a group if it's not Professor Fan Ning?"
“Don’t do this kind of thing!!”
Fan Ning has clearly felt that the inspiration in the rehearsal hall has changed from excitement to darkness and depression.
The prestige of a conductor is never conferred by this simple position, but that his ideas are proven correct time and time again when practiced by musicians, thus gaining everyone's unreserved trust and respect.
At least among the conductors of the University of San Legia in recent decades, no one has ever achieved the status that Fanning has in the minds of musicians, and he achieved it in a very short period of time.
"You don't have to be so sad." Fan Ning smiled and signaled the musicians to be quiet, "I still work at the University of San Lenia, right?"
Kaplan spoke mysteriously at this time: "Actually, there is not only this change, but also one. Well, no, two to be precise. You should see these messages in many common places tomorrow."
So tonight the atmosphere of farewell has mostly disappeared.
A few people vaguely guessed a small part, and most people were a little confused and confused. Fan Ning finally led the St. Lenia Symphony Orchestra to rehearse. Although it was a basic exercise, everyone was extremely meticulous and serious.
After the show ended at nine o'clock, Fan Ning picked up his briefcase and Sheeran's violin case and just stepped into the corridor when Kaplan's voice sounded again from behind.
"Professor Fan Ning, Miss Xilan, uh, excuse me, I have a gracious favor."
"Office 209, Woodpecker Consulting Office, No. 43 Kedston Street, East Mecklon. From now on, you can come to me once a week to learn command methods." Fan Ning reported the class address as if he were pouring beans.
"This. I have already won it before. This time I want to ask."
Kaplan's expression was a bit sarcastic: "Do you still need more people in your symphony orchestra? If so, I will resign."
"What you said is right." Fan Ning couldn't help but laugh: "I don't have anyone in my orchestra, how can I play without anyone?"
"I mean those directly related to music, such as being an assistant conductor here." Kaplan carefully ruled out the possibility of responsibilities such as carrying things, selling and checking tickets, and looking after rosin and horn oil.
"Welcome to come, the band will start accepting resumes next Monday."
"Very good!"
Looking at Kaplan's back, he excitedly placed a sheet of music on his fingertips, then dropped it and hurriedly picked it up. Sheeran turned around and asked curiously: "Caron, if you leave by yourself, you also take another one with you."
, won’t the school be so impatient?”
Fan Ning looked at the back of the man who picked up the music sheet and dusted it in the distance: "Do you know how this guy who studied piano for two and a half years, music theory and conducting method for half a year got the position of conductor's assistant?"
Xilan shook his head subconsciously.
"He donated 5,000 pounds to the University of Santa Lenia," Fanning said. "As an elite middle-class person in the financial world, this was their family 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 touch with his departure, but it is obvious that the existence of Kaplan is dispensable in the eyes of the school.
"Besides." Fan Ning sighed softly, "New school leaders always have new ideas for hiring people, right?"
"When you formally submitted your resignation, didn't they retain you? Because I remember you told Mr. Sternikai before that you might take a transitional period of one or two months to allow them to find a suitable replacement, but now you are directly
gone."
"There was a retention, and they were equally sincere, and they decided to 'convert' me to a full position as an honorary associate professor."
"and you."
"Then I always emphasize in my heart that they are doing it 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 of 'Forging Lions' should receive, or out of
Refer to utilitarian expectations of previous results, etc.”
"However, these are normal motives." Sheeran was a little puzzled. "There is no essential difference from the two former principals. Moreover, these factors should have been taken into consideration for position and personnel issues."
"So, the problem lies with me." Fan Ning said, "This is a kind of sentimental disease. The dean of the music academy passed away, and the principal and vice principal were replaced. I think this is a change of things and people. In fact, it is not
It doesn’t have such a clear meaning.”
"So this can be considered nostalgia, right?" The little girl stared at him.
"A better way to express it." Fan Ning turned around and said, "Let's get ready to go. The workers have gradually finished work at this time. I'll put your violin in my office for you first."
Two cars were parked on the front lawn of the music office building. The front was a shiny black van with a big nose, and the back was an old silver-gray sedan.
"Did you enjoy your vacation?" Fan Ning asked lawyer Monroe in the passenger seat after getting into the back seat of the car with Sheeran.
"It's as pleasant as expected. The only unexpected thing is that it was not completed until I came back. It's hard to imagine what it went through." Monroe patted the car door on his left, "President Caron, our current
Do you have enough working funds to buy one or two more cars?”
"Theoretically, yes, bonuses have been arriving frequently this year." Fan Ning looked at the rapidly regressing scenery outside and smiled, "The only variable is whether the revenue from the first-floor restaurant can still be misappropriated. Well, I have forgotten this question.
Make sure to check it out next time you go to Saint-Talambo to take piano lessons with Sir Viadrin."
"By the way, Caron." Sheeran also remembered another thing, "Sir Viadrin was promoted to the Knower and transferred away. Currently, there is a vacant position for the Knower in the branch. Are there any suitable candidates?
"
"Let's pay more attention to this matter when we re-calculate the workers' compensation information and dig out the candidates for the choir. Speaking of which, I didn't think it would be so troublesome before. That guy Stanley has been convicted, and the industries involved have been closed down. I
I thought it would be enough to just give those black assets to the victims."
The assets involved in the case, which were related to the secret organization, are now all in the account of the Special Patrol Office.
The so-called "Relatim Chemical Trading Company" in Santa Ramburg, as well as the factories that used their pigments, were also closed down.
If it weren't for the fact that as the regional director of an official organization, some of his words would have a negative impact, Fan Ning would have almost said that this was a "black crime".
"Don't look at where the authorities are sitting. If so, why would Ms. Hamilton be running around with two assistants." Monroe shook his head, "Fortunately, conviction and banning are still the most critical part. The next step is to expand compensation.
From a legal perspective, if we open a hole, we can expect it to be copied. The seized money can always be dug out by us using legal policies. With so much money, as long as part of it can be spit out, the compensation effect can be achieved.
There is a fundamental change.”
"It's just that Ms. Hamilton's physical condition is very serious now." After the train stopped at the South Pier Industrial Zone, Monroe glanced at the car in the rearview mirror with concern.
"Mr. Fan Ning, I heard that you have been promoted to the regional governor of the official extraordinary organization. Congratulations." Half a minute later, Fan Ning saw the old lady wearing an old-fashioned black and white dress again.
For more than a month, although her speech seemed to be as energetic and powerful as before, her physical condition became obviously worse, and the wrinkles on her face became deeper. While she was on crutches, she had an assistant who was constantly supporting her to prevent her from falling.
Instead, another assistant was carrying a lot of information and a notebook under his arm.
As a result of long-term visits to the scene to investigate cases of heavy metal or organic substance poisoning of industrial workers, the toxins have eroded Ms. Hamilton's body. In addition, she is approaching the upper limit of her life span, and her aging has reached the final stage.
"May you be bathed in the light, madam." Fan Ning, who knew her belief, bowed slightly with respect, "Since the evidence has been clear, the previous investigation conclusion of the authorities has been overturned. We will get the maximum compensation this time. Maybe you can
Consider getting as much rest as possible."
"If this was just a case of labor rights infringement, I might be able to hand it over to my assistants with confidence, but the top priority now is to ensure that all workers in the imperial capital area are dealt with fairly, so that guidance can be provided for the determination of similar cases in the future. This requires
It has been solidified into the list of the "Law on the Prevention and Control of Occupational Diseases" and the "Law on the Protection of Labor Rights and Interests", and I don't have much time left."
The group of people walked towards the labor settlement deep in the muddy road. Rows of low-rise row houses built with their backs to each other came into Fan Ning's sight again.
He walked through the familiar narrow passage. At this time, the temperature in early September was still high. There were two deep ditches on the ground where sewage and sewage seeped out from each house. The smell of the black solid-liquid mixture filled the entire space.
A wooden door was pushed open, and the wet smell of dirty clothes, mixed with the starch smell of cooked food, penetrated the nostrils.
"Boris, we're here to see you again." Monroe greeted.
"Good evening, sirs." The rotten wooden curtain was opened, and the laborer Boles, with a towel on his shoulders and a greasy face, came out carrying a pot of steaming salted potatoes.
He accurately called the names of the four members of his party one by one and said hello.
The woman next to her silently but quickly set up tea on the small square table and served several plates with beans, cheese, small cakes and fine sugar.
The baby who was once held and breastfed has turned into a little kid who can walk, wandering around under the table. The little girl and the older boy are staring at the snacks and sugar.
It's just that Boles's parents have passed away, and so have his eldest daughter and youngest son. In less than a year, the family of nine has been reduced to five, but 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 a rainy day."
"The days are getting better and better. The previous 50 pounds of compensation was quite a lot... There is still a lot of balance left. Now the money is not as tight as before... It is a lot wider... I can't give the officers another basin of 'bread, oil and drain' or
Pea and vegetable soup comes out.”
Boles showed a grateful smile and continued to ramble: "Dear Ms. Hamilton, I have troubled you to make three trips this year...I heard you say before that there is hope that the compensation will be increased to three or four times...that is
I will definitely plan to save more than a hundred pounds... Next time I encounter a work-related injury or illness, I will have peace of mind... I can also eat better. We can now eat meat three or four days a week.
"
The old lady, who always had a serious attitude, said "hmm" and began to collect information from the family, while her two assistants began to record quickly.
These questions came from her "field epidemiology" investigation method, which was very detailed and professional. She re-examined the personal belongings and documents, and asked the Boles family to recall as much as possible, including Lianka's working hours,
Able to describe the work operation status, the timeline of physical deterioration, etc.
"Currently our compensation target is expected to be ten times higher," Hamilton finally said.
This may be a bigger surprise, but the investigation always reopens the pain. Boles opened his mouth wide, and it took a long time before he slowly said: "Ten times as many, it's really good, it's only four."
Five hundred pounds, it’s hard to imagine how thick this is. Maybe some of the money can be used to treat her kidney disease." He glanced at his wife who was cutting a small cake and sprinkling sugar on the opposite side.
"We can also plan to improve our housing. There is a split-bedroom apartment on the street not far away. We have been saving for more than ten years, but sometimes we feel that one year has passed and we are further away from the goal. Lianka especially hoped during her lifetime.
Being able to experience the life of having a separate bathroom was brought by her, but it’s a pity that she can’t use it herself.”
Boles continued to talk, and Hamilton listened with no expression on his face. He was just instructing his assistant to record the information and point out errors.
If he hadn't known something about this old lady's experience in the field of public occupational health, it might have been difficult for Fan Ning to see that she was working with passion, pragmatism and the pursuit of fairness and justice.
"We will still keep in touch with you in the future." Fan Ning said to Boles, "Well, we will try to realize the latest compensation results before the new year."
Sheeran added next to him: "In case of special circumstances, you can go to our team station in the South Dockside area for help at the previous address. Of course, you can also see what other problems are currently there."
"No problem, no problem." Boles pushed the tea and cake plates in the direction of the two of them. Fan Ning thanked him, picked up the tea cup, took a few sips, and handed the cake to the little girl next to him.
"Miss Xilan." Suddenly a timid voice came out.
"Um?"
This is the young man who used to be weaving fishing nets in the attic. Now facing a girl in a white dress who is only more than two years older than him, he stands stiffly with his legs together, lowering his head and not daring to look into her eyes: "I have a girl.
It’s something I still can’t figure out. My sister, if I died like that, wouldn’t it be equally easy and cost-effective?”
"Why do you think so?" Xilan asked with a frown.
"I found a job, making that kind of viscose rayon." The boy's voice had changed, but he was trying to organize his words very nervously, "The monthly salary is 2 pounds and 15 shillings, and I only have to work 14 hours a month.
I still have a day off. This is better than making fishing nets and doing child labor, and when I become an adult, I may be able to gain 3 or even 4 pounds."
"But I'm a little tired. They said there are a lot of interesting things in this city. I also liked singing and watching street artists perform when I was a child. But I can't actually go there. The only time I have rest is to sleep or to help with housework. My sister died
, you said that he was killed by an evil organization. If you can pay 500 pounds, it is the money I earned from working for more than 10 years as an adult. But in fact, it may take more than 20 to 30 years to save so much, because I need to eat and dress.
and medical treatment. By then I can no longer work, and my income will drop a bit."
"Ms. Sheeran, do you think it's better to be killed directly and get the 500 pounds for your family? If the result is the same, working for another twenty or thirty years will be tiring, not fun, and there are variables. It's not enough.