Chapter 39 Division of Compensation
"Aunt Song."
When they met again, He Shu didn't have too many ups and downs in his emotions.
They were strangers originally, and they only had some connection because of He Zhicheng's existence.
As for the idea of resenting this woman for destroying his family, it no longer existed as he grew up.
Because He Shu knew that if Song Jing wasn't there, there would be other women, and the root cause was He Zhicheng.
"What do you want from me?"
He Shu was very polite and even smiled at Xiao Yiyi who looked up at him.
"It's about your father's compensation. Is it inconvenient to talk about it here?"
It turned out that she came to ask for money. After such a long time, He Shu thought Song Jing had given up.
"He Shu." Zhao Qishui came over and looked at Song Jing: "What's wrong?"
He Shu shook his head: "Uncle Zhao, this is... my father's second ex-wife."
This relationship made He Shu not know how to introduce it: "She came to me to discuss the issue of compensation for my father."
Zhao Qishui frowned when he heard this. Song Jing took Yiyi back a step and looked at Zhao Qishui warily: "Who are you?"
"Who am I? I'm He Shu's uncle. Just tell me what you mean."
Song Jing was a little surprised. She didn't know Zhao Qishui, and He Zhicheng had no other relatives in Danhe, but she didn't want to deal with someone like Zhao Qishui, who looked like a veteran.
So, Song Jing looked at He Shu and said, "Don't be fooled. People pretend to be nice to you because they see that you have money."
"Okay, Aunt Song, don't stand here anymore, let's find a place to talk."
Zhao Qishui snorted coldly and picked up He Shu's bag. "Let's go to the car dealership and talk."
Song Jing also came by car. She sold He Zhicheng's car and replaced it with a red sedan.
She followed He Shu and the others, feeling a little worried that she would not be able to come up with the money soon, as a lawsuit would be quite troublesome.
In the car in front, Zhao Qishui was also asking He Shu what he was going to do?
He also learned something about He Shu's parents. Zhao Qishui felt that there was no need for He Shu to share the money with Song Jing, and she could sue him if she wanted.
In fact, as for He Zhicheng's death compensation, He Shu and He Yiyi are both his children and have the same inheritance rights. There is no legal doubt about this.
"Uncle Zhao, just give me what I deserve."
Zhao Qishui shook his head: "You have made your own decision, and I won't stop you, but you are too soft-hearted."
He Shu scratched his head: "I can give it to her less readily, let her work harder, file a lawsuit and wait for the court to enforce it, but I think there is no point in doing so."
"While causing trouble for her, I am also causing trouble for myself. Right now, nothing is more important than concentrating on studying. If she goes to school to make trouble every other day, I will be the one who suffers."
Zhao Qishui laughed loudly: "Boy, you are really afraid of being teased by her, right?"
Although it was funny, Zhao Qishui had to admit that He Shu's mind was broader than most people, at least when it came to him.
I may not be more open-minded than a child, but as He Shu said, what's the point? Just to let off some steam?
It is rare that he understands what is most important to him.
What's that little bit of compensation? Zhao Qishui thinks He Shu can earn more in the future...
"So how do you plan to divide it? By the way, how much compensation did your father get?"
"730,000."
"How much?!" Zhao Qishui almost braked to stop the car.
He Shu looked innocent: "730,000 yuan, not only the compensation for the accident, but my father's company also gave him a pension, funeral expenses, condolence money and so on."
Zhao Qishui calmed down. He had given He Shu's family 450,000 yuan for the demolition of their old building, and he was afraid that the child would spend it recklessly. Who would have thought that this kid quietly got more than one million yuan in his hands and was richer than him...
"Haha." Zhao Qishui couldn't help laughing when he thought about how he felt sorry for He Shu who had lived a hard life alone. "Then how do you plan to divide it?"
"Yiyi and I will each give half. If she is willing to bury my father, she can give a little more as funeral expenses."
He Zhicheng's ashes are still kept in the crematorium. He Shu clearly has the money to buy him a burial plot but is unwilling to do so.
This is the only thing he can't turn away from.
"Okay, as long as you know the number, if you need to consult a lawyer, I know a few people."
"Okay, thank you Uncle Zhao."
When they arrived at the car dealership, Zhao Qishui and He Shu got out of the car, and Song Jing's car soon drove over.
Zhao Qishui took He Shu and Song Jing into a small room inside the workshop to talk. Song Jing took one look at the messy car wash and got straight to the point.
"Yiyi is also your father's child, and you two are related by blood. Yiyi should get a share of the compensation."
He Shu grabbed two candies from the hand stand and gave them to Yiyi. Yiyi immediately stopped being shy and said crisply, "Thank you, big brother."
Song Jing wanted to stop Yiyi from eating the food given by He Shu, but she endured it for the sake of money.
"Aunt Song, my dad's compensation is 730,000 yuan in total. Yiyi and I will each take half. Is that okay with you?"
He Shu's frankness made Song Jing unable to say the words she had prepared.
This is not a small amount, but Song Jing judged others by herself. If it were her, she would never give the money so readily, so she suspected that He Shu deliberately said less, and the compensation might be more than 730,000.
After calming down, Song Jing snorted, "You said 730,000, so it's 730,000?"
"I have all the certificates issued by the court and the traffic police detachment, as well as the compensation documents and bank transfer certificates. The 730,000 yuan also includes the pension given by my father's company. I can show it to you if you want."
He Shu looked at Song Jing with clear eyes: "If you want to see it now, wait for me for a while, I will go home to get it."
"Even if it's 730,000, you can't divide it this way. You're almost an adult, and Yiyi is still young. She should get more."
Zhao Qishui leaned against the door and wanted to light a cigarette, but when he saw He Yiyi, he put the cigarette back.
Hearing Song Jing say this, he looked at He Shu, wanting to see how he would solve it? Would he be soft-hearted and give more to others?
"Aunt Song, the issue of Yiyi's custody should have been sorted out when you divorced my father , so this matter has nothing to do with me. I am only willing to give Yiyi half from the perspective of inheritance of the compensation."
"If you are also counting your daughter's support on me, then I want to talk to you about the property where my father lived after remarrying you. Should I inherit a share of it after he dies?"
When Song Jing heard this, she immediately glared at him: "You're talking nonsense, you still want to divide the house? We already agreed on it during the divorce, he is willing to leave the house with nothing."
"The prerequisite for leaving the house with nothing is to pay for Yiyi's child support."
Song Jing refused to admit: "I didn't say that."
"Okay, then can you show me your divorce agreement?"
Song Jing was speechless for a moment. When she went for divorce, she did use her house, car and savings to pay for Yiyi's child support.
"Aunt Song, my father's ashes are still in the funeral home. If you are willing to help bury him for the sake of our marriage, then I will give you 400,000 yuan as compensation, and the rest will be used as funeral expenses."
"But after we divide the money, we'll be even and live our own lives. I hope we won't see each other again in the future..."
