Chapter 3798 - 3789: Demanding Unpaid Wages
Chapter 3798: Chapter 3789: Demanding Unpaid Wages
Lin Yi was holding his phone, glanced at the address, and headed toward Unit 2, Building 8.
Zhao Yuhuan was also ready with her filming equipment, starting her amateur recording.
Upon reaching the fourth floor, Lin Yi knocked on the door.
Soon, the door opened, and a wafting odor of sweat greeted them, yet neither of them showed any expression due to their professional demeanor.
A middle-aged man stood at the doorway, very thin, with a dark complexion, wrinkles around his eyes; the first impression one got was that he was honest and forthright.
"You must be the journalists from the radio station, finally here, come on in."
The skinny, dark man let Lin Yi and Zhao Yuhuan in, offering them two chairs.
The room wasn’t spacious, about fifty square meters, with two bunk beds in the living room that could sleep four people.
Two bedrooms in total, each with four single beds, also not very clean.
The place was messy, work shoes and clothes tossed about carelessly.
In the bathroom was a big basin soaking black clothes, clearly rented by them.
At the moment, there were six people inside, five men, and one woman, with one lying on the bed, a cast on their leg, recuperating from an injury.
"Reporter comrade, you’ve seen our situation, can you find a way to help us get our money back?"
"Don’t rush, first tell me about your situation, what’s your name?"
"My name is Xu Hui, we’re all from the same village, came to the city to work this year, been working for over half a year, a total of eight people, and owe us nearly 400,000 in wages. When we went to ask for payment, they even beat my uncle, refusing to cover medical expenses; we’re at a loss."
"Do you have detailed payroll slips, any signed labor contracts?"
"We don’t have contracts, when we first came to work, we just discussed the wages and started working, it’s been half a year, each person got only 10,000 yuan, still owe us quite a bit."
"What wage did you agree on at the time?"
"300 a day, overtime counted separately, we’ve noted all overtime, each month was over 1,000 yuan."
"Let me see your overtime records."
"I’ll get them for you."
Xu Hui got up, went to his bedside, took out a notebook, opened it, and handed it to Lin Yi.
The writing was crooked, recording the overtime situations for the past six months.
Although a bit messy, upon closer inspection, it was still intelligible.
"Give me the boss’s phone number, their company name and address, we’ll go over and check, aim to get this issue sorted."
"It’s called Zhongxin Water Treatment Equipment Company, the boss is Yang Guangwei, located on Construction Road."
"Alright, I got it, heading over now, wait for my update."
"Okay, thank you for handling this."
"This is our responsibility, no need to be too polite."
After understanding the basic situation, Lin Yi and Zhao Yuhuan left.
Lin Yi searched the address in the GPS with ease, finding the exact location.
At the same time, found some related info, successful case studies of this company, partnering mostly with sewage and pharmaceutical factories, many projects with official departments, seemed to manage social relations well.
"What kind of society is this, people still like this, do they consider the law just decoration!" Zhao Yuhuan angrily said:
"This situation doesn’t need our involvement, call the police, it’ll be resolved swiftly."
"You’re quite knowledgeable, knowing even this." Lin Yi said with a smile.
"My dad is a small contractor, he says things are different now, withholding wages seriously gets you sorted out with no favors left."
"Indeed, the law takes this very seriously, let’s first get to know the situation, since we’re here to film, this step is essential."
"Got it."
With Lin Yi’s abilities, resolving such an issue would just need a call.
But now, with the identity of a journalist, this process couldn’t be skipped.
Quickly, Lin Yi drove to Construction Road, found Zhongxin Water Treatment Equipment Co., Ltd.
Glancing from the car, the company seemed not big, only two floors, the shopfront’s décor was somewhat aged, appearing unimpressive.
Unbuckling the seatbelt and disembarking, Zhao Yuhuan began recording.
Entering the building, they saw the first-floor lobby filled with work equipment, the floor wasn’t clean, two burly men were smoking on the sofa.
Seeing two unfamiliar faces entering, holding phones and filming, the men immediately flicked their cigarettes away, approached them.
Zhao Yuhuan got a bit scared, instinctively standing behind Lin Yi.
"Who are you guys, put your phones away quickly."
"We’re TV journalists, recently heard you’ve been withholding peasants’ wages, wanting to check the situation."
"Don’t spew nonsense, we’ve never done that." The man in a black T-shirt, pointing to Zhao Yuhuan said:
"Whatever the matter, let’s sit down and talk slowly, put the phone away, don’t invade our privacy."
"We’re doing regular recording and hope you’ll cooperate with our work."
"What’s there to cooperate, we haven’t withheld any wages, don’t falsely accuse us."
"Sir, please calm down, such matters, without anyone reporting, we wouldn’t be here. I want to know if you’re the person in charge, so we can talk."
"I’m not the person in charge, my brother is upstairs, you can talk to him then." The man in the black top said reluctantly.
"Could you take us upstairs?" Lin Yi asked politely.
"Follow us."
Led by the man in black, the group ascended to the second floor, reaching the general manager’s office.
"Brother, they’re TV journalists, say they’re here to help Xu Hui get paid."
The office had a man in a black jacket, cigarette in hand, playing on his phone.
Knowing journalists from TV came, immediately stood up, approached Lin Yi, and shook hands.
"Please come in and sit, Chengzi, make some tea."
"No need for tea, we’re just intending to understand the situation, hoping to resolve this matter."
"What has Xu Hui told you?"
Clearly, Yang Guangwei knew Lin Yi’s intent, straightforwardly approached the main topic.
"He told us you owe them nearly 400,000 in wages, his uncle fractured his leg, hoping you’ll cover the medical costs."
"Reporter comrade, you know better, in these times, who dares to withhold peasants’ wages, lend me guts, I wouldn’t dare." Yang Guangwei’s demeanor was sincere, "They’re unreasonable, endlessly greedy, I’m powerless."