Of course he did it.

Even if a grassroots employee works hard for a lifetime, he will not earn millions. Anyway, he will die sooner or later after getting a terminal illness. Why don’t he die in the company and “earn” a huge amount of alimony for his wife, children and parents?

This news caused quite a stir in City Y.

Even Fu Shuo's father was alarmed.

Father Fu called Fu Shuo as soon as possible.

At this time, Fu Shuo was resting in the hospital.

When I heard that an employee of the headquarters jumped off a building and committed suicide, Fu Shuo didn't know whether he felt sorry for the employee who committed suicide or the money he felt sorry for.

"Shuoer, you are kind-hearted. This dad knows, but you shouldn't break the company's rules."

Upon hearing this, Fu Shuo subconsciously turned his eyes away and looked at Lu Wanwan, who was sitting on the sofa listening to music.

Wanwan also told him this sentence, but he was angry at that time and couldn't listen to it.

Father Fu said earnestly: "Shuoer, doing business is the principle of maintaining the operation of a company. It is also the principle I taught you from the day you took over the company. Why did you forget it?"

Fu Shuo looked up at the white ceiling and said in a loss: "But dad, those employees who were injured by the blow are really pitiful."

Just like him, he could only lie on the hospital bed like a waste, living a life of clothes and food, and always worrying about being abandoned by the people around him.

"There are so many pitiful people in the world. Can you save them?"

Fu's words were filled with a cold reality: "You gave the three seriously injured employees in the manufacturing plant a huge compensation, and they were seen by other employees, which accelerated the death of another employee. Do you know?"

Fu Shuo felt like a bucket of ice water was poured in his head, and his whole body shivered uncontrollably.

If he hadn't had to pay another six million to compensate the three factory employees who were injured by the bomb, the terminally ill employee of the head office would not have jumped off the building for money.

He might die at his own home or be taken to the hospital, instead of lying downstairs of the company with blood and brain splatters, being watched and discussed, and dying so indecently.

Dad Fu said seriously: "Shuoer, we are businessmen, not saviors!"

Fu Shuo looked around and felt extremely heavy. He could not save others or himself!

Dad Fu continued: "Dad will settle this matter personally. I hope you will learn from your mistakes and don't make such mistakes again because of the kindness of a woman!"

Fu Shuo opened his mouth and said, "I'm sorry, dad..."

Hearing his son's apology, Father Fu's tone eased a little: "In another week, it will be the wedding anniversary of your mother and I. This year is our 40th anniversary.

Even if you are abroad, you have to come here. By the way, you have to bring Wanwan and An An back together to make me and your mother happy, do you know?"

Fu Shuo remained silent for a while before saying, "...I understand."

"Okay, Dad is going to go to the headquarters to deal with this accident now, so I won't tell you anymore, I'll die."

After the call ended, Fu Shuo turned his eyes and looked at Lu Wanwan.

Lu Wanwan, who was listening to the song, noticed a strange sight and couldn't help but look up.

Seeing Fu Shuo looking at her, Lu Wanwan asked softly after taking off her headphones: "Fu Shuo, what's wrong with you?"

Fu Shuo waved to her.

Lu Wanwan walked over.

Fu Shuo said a little unhappy: "Dad said that an employee of the headquarters jumped off the building yesterday."

"What?" Lu Wanwan was shocked and asked hurriedly: "What's going on?"
Chapter completed!