Old-time musicians

"Ah?"

"Resign?"

"How long has it been?"

Many students were still counting their money excitedly, but now they were in an uproar.

"Didn't Professor Fanning take office in mid-July?"

"It was July 14th, less than two months ago. What happened? Did he have a conflict with the new school leader?"

"Maybe he didn't pay enough. We can give him half of it!"

"What's the point of Professor Fanning leading the group?"

"Don't do this kind of thing!"

Fanning had clearly felt that the inspiration in the rehearsal room had gone from excitement to darkness and depression.

The prestige of a conductor is never given by this simple position, but his ideas have been proven correct again and again when they are put into practice by musicians, thus gaining everyone's unreserved trust and respect.

At least among the conductors of St. Elias University in recent decades, no one has ever been able to have the same status as Fanning in the minds of musicians, and it was obtained in a very short time.

"Don't be so sad." Fanning smiled and motioned the musicians to be quiet, "I'm still working at St. Elijah University, right?"

Kapulan said mysteriously at this time: "In fact, there is not only this change, but also another one, no, to be precise, two. You should see these news in many common positions tomorrow."

So the atmosphere of parting tonight has mostly disappeared.

A few people vaguely guessed a small part, and most people were a little relieved but confused. Fanning led the St. Elijah Symphony Orchestra to rehearse for the last time. Although it was a basic exercise, everyone was extremely meticulous and serious.

After the show ended at nine o'clock, Fanning picked up his briefcase and Sheeran's violin case and just stepped into the corridor, Kapulan's voice sounded again behind him.

"Professor Fanning, Miss Sheeran, uh, excuse me, I have an unwelcome request here"

"Woodpecker Consulting Office, 43 Keziton Street, East Mecklen District, Office 209, you can come once a week in the future to learn conducting from me." Fanning reported the class address like pouring beans.

"I've already fought for this before. This time I want to ask"

Kapulen looked a little embarrassed: "Does your symphony orchestra need more people? If so, I'll resign."

"What you said is so funny" Fanning couldn't help laughing: "My orchestra doesn't have anyone. How can I play without people?"

"I mean something directly related to music, such as the assistant conductor here." Kapulen carefully ruled out the possibility of certain duties such as carrying things, selling tickets, checking tickets, and looking after rosin and trumpet oil.

"Welcome to come. The orchestra will start accepting resumes next Monday."

"Great!"

Looking at Kapulen's back, he excitedly put a sheet of music on his fingertips and spun it in circles, and then dropped it on the ground and hurriedly picked it up. Shilan turned his head and asked curiously: "Carlon, if you leave by yourself and take someone else with you, won't the school be anxious?"

Fanning looked at the back of the man who picked up the sheet of music and dusted it off in the distance: "Do you know how this guy who has studied piano, music theory and conducting for two and a half years got the position of assistant conductor?"

Shilan shook his head subconsciously.

"He donated 5,000 pounds to St. Elijah University," Fanning said. "As an elite middle-class in the financial sector, this is about two years of family income. Then, he resigned after two months."

"The school must want more people like this." Shilan blinked.

Fanning's departure may temporarily lead to a lack of successors, but it is obvious that the existence of Kapulen is dispensable in the eyes of the school.

"Besides," Fanning sighed, "new school leaders always have new ideas about employing people, right?"

"When you formally submitted your resignation, didn't they try to keep you? Because I remember you told Mr. Stenike before that you might take care of the transition for a month or two so that they can find a suitable replacement, but you left directly now."

"They did try to keep you, and they were equally sincere, and they decided to 'regularize' my honorary associate professor."

"Then you"

"Then I always emphasize in my heart that they are being polite; it's because of my friendship with my old employer; it's because of Miss Luo Yin's face; it's because of 'Forging Lion' 'Artists should be treated with courtesy, or out of utilitarian expectations based on previous achievements, etc."

"But these are normal motivations." Sheeran was a little puzzled, "There is no essential difference from the two former principals, and these factors should be considered for position and personnel issues."

"So, the problem is with me." Fanning said, "This is a kind of sentimental hypocrisy. The dean of the conservatory of music passed away, and the principal and vice-president were also replaced. I think this is a change of things and people, but it doesn't have such a clear meaning."

"So this is also nostalgia, right?" The little girl stared at him.

"A better way to put it." Fanning turned around, "Let's get ready to go. The workers are gradually going off work at this time. I'll put your violin in my office for you first."

There were two cars parked in front of the music office building, the front one was a shiny black van with a big nose, and the back one was an old silver-gray sedan.

"Did you have a good vacation?" After getting into the back seat of the front car with Sheeran, Fanning asked lawyer Monroe in the co-pilot seat.

"It was pleasant as expected. The only unexpected thing was 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 hand side. "President Carloen, do we have enough funds for our current work 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?"