Chapter 0079 Black Heart Factory
The more resistance the migrant worker showed, the more it showed that he knew about the Lvcheng Electronics Factory.
"Go away and don't delay my work. You will be fined for being late!" The migrant worker pushed me away. He was very strong, but I didn't move. Instead, I grabbed his arm.
"Brother, don't worry, I'm not a bad person. I have no other intention in asking about that factory. I heard that they are recruiting there, but I forgot the address." I lied.
"What? You want to work in that factory?" The migrant worker's eyes almost popped out of his head when he heard this, as if he couldn't believe his ears. "Did I hear it right?"
"Yes, I saw the recruitment information online, but my phone was out of battery and I couldn't find the address. The application period is about to pass. Brother, please do me a favor." I said anxiously.
The migrant worker looked at me strangely and said, "That factory has already closed down. Why are you applying for a job there?"
"It collapsed?" I was stunned for a moment. "Did I remember the name of the factory wrong? It's an electronics factory anyway. It seems to be next to Lucheng. If I find Lucheng, I can find the one I want to apply for."
"All the factories in that area have collapsed. Only a few factories in the southern area are still alive. Brother, if you really want to find a job, look for it here."
The migrant worker took out his cell phone and took a look at it, a hint of anxiety in his eyes.
"I really have to go to work, please let me go."
"Brother, please do me a favor. I really have something to do at the Lvcheng Electronics Factory." I took out five hundred cash and stuffed it into the migrant worker's rough hands.
The migrant worker was startled and instinctively took two steps back.
"You, what do you do?"
"It's not convenient to disclose it to the public, but you must believe that I am definitely not a bad person." I said mysteriously.
The migrant worker looked at my red banknotes and was obviously tempted, but hesitant .
Although five hundred yuan is not a lot, the income of migrant workers here is not high. Just by leaking a piece of information, one can easily get five hundred yuan, so no one is unwilling to do so.
"Brother, it's not that I don't want to tell you, but that factory...ah..." The migrant worker glanced at the time, his expression anxious and embarrassed.
"Brother, please tell me everything you know." I stuffed the money into the migrant worker's hand again, "You must take this money, it's considered as lost wages!"
The migrant worker's hands were shaking slightly as he held the money.
I lit a cigarette for him.
After taking a few puffs, the migrant worker looked towards the north district, with fear and a hint of hatred in his eyes.
"That's a black factory," he said.
I nodded and waited for him to continue.
"In fact, I used to work in that factory. The boss was a black-hearted man. He made us work overtime day and night, but he never paid the overtime pay."
"After only one month of work, I lost a lot of weight! In order to get back the overtime pay that was withheld, I gritted my teeth and worked for another two months."
"Who would have thought that the boss would actually say that the factory was closed down! Not only was overtime not paid, but wages were only half of what they should have been. Of course we disagreed!"
"The boss asked us to sign an agreement, saying we would go to a new factory, with twice the salary and benefits here, and food and accommodation provided. But it was a closed-door job, with only one holiday a year."
"He hasn't even received his previous salary, so who would believe that he would be paid so well in the new factory? We definitely don't want to sign, but we have no choice but to sign."
"That bastard is a thief. If we don't sign, he won't pay us! We have no choice. We are uneducated and it's not easy to make money. Most people signed."
"I didn't sign because I was so tired that I fell ill. Otherwise, I might have been like those guys and never came back."
I asked sensitively, "Gone and never to return, why?"
"One year has passed since those who followed the boss to the new factory came back. Two days before the start, we were able to contact them by phone, but after a week, we couldn't get through."
"Are they all missing? If so, their families should call the police."
"That's the weird thing. Their salaries are paid on time every month. They said it was because of the closed management and they couldn't make phone calls to the outside world."
"What era is this? There are still factories like this?" I stroked my chin and thought, could these workers have been deceived into doing illegal work?
But if that were all, the migrant worker's face wouldn't have changed color when he heard the name of the Lvcheng Electronics Factory .
"What happened next?"
The migrant worker took two deep puffs of his cigarette.
"That shady factory has been posting job advertisements all the time. Some people who applied for the job never came out after entering the factory!"
"Didn't you say that the factory has gone bankrupt?"
"Yes, they say it's bankrupt, but who knows if it's true? Sometimes we see job openings for that shady factory posted on the telephone poles around here."
“The salary was so high that many people were deceived!”
"I saw they were still hiring, so I went back to check, but the factory building was already abandoned, a mess with cobwebs everywhere, and not a single soul was there."
The migrant worker was very angry. He threw the cigarette butt on the ground and pressed it out with his feet, as if the cigarette butt was the black-hearted factory boss who had harmed him.
"Not long ago, I met a young man about your age. He was also asking about that shady factory and even borrowed my cell phone to make a call. I showed him the way, but..."
The migrant worker sighed deeply with regret and guilt on his face.
"I may have harmed him by showing him the way!"
"Two days later, I had almost forgotten about it, but suddenly I received a text message on my phone with just two words: Help! I called back, but the phone was turned off again."
"I don't know why, but I always felt that the message was sent by that guy. Two days later, I called again, but the number was no longer in service."
A bankrupt factory has never stopped recruiting workers, and those who entered the factory to apply for jobs have never returned. It seems that this factory has big problems.
I asked, “Did you call the police?”
"I reported it, but they said they couldn't find the source of the phone call. They sent someone to check the factory, and it turned out to be a long-abandoned factory with no one there."
The migrant worker frowned tightly, and his eyes were filled with doubt and confusion.
"Brother, that's all I know. I don't think you're a bad person. You'd better not go to that factory. Making money is important, but if you lose your life, you lose everything."
"I don't want you to be like that little brother, alas..."
Although migrant workers live at the bottom of society, they are actually good people.
"Thank you, brother. Don't worry, I know what's going on." I smiled gratefully at him. "Tell me the address, I'll go take a look, and come back if I feel something is wrong."
Then, he added another question: "Oh, and the boss's name."
"The factory is in Building 44 in the North District. The paint on the door has fallen off and I can't see the name." The migrant worker glanced at the time and became visibly anxious. "I only know the boss's name is Zhang Jianming, but I can't get through to him on the phone anymore."
