Old-time musicians

"ah?"

"Resign?"

"How long has it been?"

Many students below were counting money excitedly, but now there was an explosion.

"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?"

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"Maybe we didn't give enough money, we can give him another half!"

“What’s the point of leading a delegation if it’s not Professor Fan Ning?”

“Don’t do this kind of thing!

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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 has never been conferred by this simple position, but that his ideas have been 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 St. Lenia 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.

"Don't be so sad." Fan Ning smiled and motioned for the musicians to be quiet. "I still work at the University of St. Lenia, right?"

Kaplan spoke mysteriously at this time: "Actually, there is not only this change, but also one, um, no, two to be precise. You should see these messages in many common places tomorrow."

So the atmosphere of farewell tonight has mostly disappeared.

A few people vaguely guessed a small part, and most people were a little confused but confused. Fan Ning finally led the Santa Maria 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 Sheeran, uh, excuse me, I have a gracious favor."

"Office 209, Woodpecker Consulting Office, No. 43 Kedston Street, East Mecklon, you can come once a week from now on to learn command methods from me." Fan Ning reported the class address like he was pouring beans.

"I have already won this before. I want to ask this time."

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, so 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 taking care of rosin and horn oil.

"You are 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 rushed to pick it up. Sheeran turned around and asked curiously: "Kaplan, if you leave by yourself, why don't you bring some music with you?" If you leave, won’t the school become anxious?”

Fan Ning looked at the figure in the distance who picked up the music and dusted it off: "Do you know how this guy who studied piano, music theory and conducting 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 Maria," Fanning said. "As an elite middle class in the financial world, this was their family income for about two years, and then he resigned after working for 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, "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 is retention, and the same sincerity, and they decided to 'convert' me to 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 Luo Yin's face; out of the standard of courtesy that 'Lion Forging' artists should receive, or out of Refer to the 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 be 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 There is no such 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. In front was a shiny black van with a big nose, and behind 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 Carloen, 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 hotel on the first floor can still be misappropriated. Well, I have forgotten this question. Next time I confirmed it when I went to Saint-Talambo for piano lessons with Sir Viadrin.”

"By the way, Caron." Sheeran also remembered another thing, "Sir Viadlin 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 in eucalyptus have been closed down. I I thought it would be enough to just give those black assets to the victims.”

All the assets related to the secret organization are now in the account of the Special Inspectorate.

The so-called "Relatim Chemical Trading Company" in Santa Ramburg, as well as the factories that used their pigments, were also sealed after they were sealed.

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 "blackmail".

"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 point of view, 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 now very serious." 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 the long-term visits to the site to investigate the poisoning of industrial workers by heavy metals or organic substances, the toxins have eroded Ms. Hamilton's body. As she is approaching the upper limit of her life span, 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 taking as much rest as possible.”

"If this was just one case of labor rights violations, I might be able to hand it over to my assistants with confidence, but the top priority now is to ensure that all workers, including the Imperial City area, are dealt with fairly, so that guidance can be provided for the determination of similar cases in the future. It needs to be solidified into the list of the "Occupational Disease Prevention and Control Law" and the "Labor Rights and Interests Protection Law", 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 filth seeped out from each house. The smell of the blackened solid-liquid mixture filled the entire space.

A wooden door was pushed open, and the wet smell of dirty clothes, mixed with the starchy smell of cooked food, penetrated the nostrils.

"Boles, 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 his eldest daughter and youngest son have also died. 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. 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 Over a hundred pounds, I will definitely plan to save it... Next time I encounter a work-related injury or illness, I will know for sure... I can also eat better. We can now eat meat three or four days a week. "

The old lady always had a serious attitude. She 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 belongings and documents, and asked the Boles family to recall as much as possible, including Lianka's working hours, Able to relay the work operation status, the timeline of physical deterioration, etc.

"Our current compensation goal is on track to be ten times higher," Hamilton said at the end.

This may be a bigger surprise, but the investigation always reopens the pain. Boles opened his mouth wide, and after a long time 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 she can use some of the money 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 our goal. Lianka especially hoped during her lifetime. Being able to experience the life of having a separate bathroom is what she brought, 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.

Without some knowledge of this old woman’s experience in the field of public occupational health, it might have been difficult for Fanning 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 special circumstances, you can also 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 Sheeran" suddenly came out in a timid voice.

"Um?"

This was the boy who used to be weaving fishing nets in the attic. Now facing a girl in a white dress who was only more than two years older than him, he stood with his legs together in a restrained manner, lowering his head and not daring to look into her eyes: "I have a girl. What I still can’t figure out is my sister. If she died directly, would 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. It's better to have a day off than weaving fishing nets and doing child labor, and when I'm an adult I might 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. When I was a kid, I also liked singing and watching street artists perform, but I couldn't actually go there. The only day off I just wanted to sleep, or I had 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 have to eat, dress and see a doctor. By that time, I won’t be able to work anymore, and my income will drop a bit.”

"Miss 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, which is not safe enough. Is there any other meaning?"