bayedsolid Chapter 311 Silencing
Chapter 311 Silencing
Wen Zhixia's heartbeat quickened a little.
"Okay, I know how to handle this, don't worry."
She paused, then continued, "Chen Zhuo, thank you. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have been able to find out so quickly."
Chen Zhuo drove the car and said succinctly, "No need to thank me, it's just a piece of cake."
a few days ago.
Through his connections in the transportation circle, Chen Zhuo found out about the employees who used to be drivers in the New Coal Group.
Then, he followed the employee's connections and contacted several families of the survivors of the mining accident.
After getting in touch, Chen Zhuo cautiously called each of them one by one to ask. Most of the survivors kept silent, and the families of the deceased did not want to mention the matter again.
Fortunately, hard work paid off. On the last day, a family member of the deceased expressed his willingness to be interviewed.
The car drove out of Jincheng and drove for another half an hour before stopping outside an old apartment building in the suburbs of Xindu County.
Wen Zhixia and Fan Xiaolin went upstairs, and Chen Zhuo waited in the car.
I knocked on the door and two white-haired old men opened it.
"Hello, uncle and aunt," Fan Xiaolin enthusiastically handed over the gift. "Sorry to disturb your rest. This is my friend Xiao Wen. She works at the Affiliated Hospital of the Medical University."
The old couple were also very kind and invited them to sit down.
In the living room, Wen Zhixia immediately noticed a photo of a young man hanging in the most conspicuous place in the house.
The man was in his early twenties, had a sunny smile and looked very friendly.
"Xiao Xin was about the same age as you when he passed away," Father Yang sighed as he brought tea. "If he were still alive, the children would be in elementary and middle school by now."
Wen Zhixia looked at the old couple's white hair and knew what kind of suffering they had experienced.
"Uncle," she asked cautiously, "Did Yang Xin get compensation from the group? What about his coworkers who were in the accident?"
"I get angry when I talk about this," Yang's mother choked up. "The surviving workers said that our Xiaoxin could have escaped, but he turned back to save others and that's why he didn't make it. But do you know what the company told us?"
"The group said it was his own failure to comply with regulations that led to his death, and they ended up paying us 5,000 yuan in compensation."
"Strictly speaking, it wasn't just five thousand," Yang's father said, looking puzzled. "New Coal Group sends people over every year during festivals to give us cigarettes, alcohol, and other gifts. They haven't given us cigarettes or alcohol in recent years, but they still give us some sunflower seeds and candy."
"Every year?" Wen Zhixia was stunned. "Who brings gifts? What do they usually say?"
"They were big, burly guys, like security guards," Yang's mother said. "As soon as they arrived, they started interrogating us like we were being held captive. They asked us who had been there recently, if we had any relatives we needed to take care of, and so on, as if we desperately wanted their things."
Wen Zhixia and Fan Xiaolin looked at each other and came to the answer tacitly.
The weasel pays New Year greetings to the rooster.
How could such a black company have good intentions?
They are simply afraid that the families of the deceased will go out and speak out, complain, or use self-media to create public opinion in order to seek justice. They are using this method to monitor and threaten the elderly.
......
The few of them chatted for a while.
Wen and Fan also felt that the two elders were more reliable and not gossipy, so they gradually let down their guard against them.
So, Wen Zhixia got to the point:
"Uncle and aunt, during the mining disaster, there were many famous lawyers representing the victims in court. Have you ever sought a lawyer?"
"How can we afford a lawyer?" Yang's father waved his hand. "No, we were all stunned by Xiaoxin's accident. It took us a long time to realize that his death was unjust. It was clearly the company's fault for inadequate safety and supervision, so how could it be said that our son violated the rules and regulations? They are all excuses."
Fan Xiaolin asked, "Does anyone around you have a lawyer? At that time, there were several lawyers in Jincheng who were helping the families of the mining disaster with their lawsuits for free."
After these words were spoken, the two elders of the Yang family became slightly alert and did not say anything.
It can be seen that they still have concerns.
To dispel their doubts, Wen Zhixia directly said, "My parents were the lawyers who participated in the investigation of the Xin Coal Mine disaster. They both died in a car accident the year after the accident. So I want to find the coworkers my parents helped in the accident."
She showed them the TV interview with Wen Zhengmao that she had saved, and then took out her ID card. "I'm responsible for what I say. You can take a picture of my ID card."
After reading it, the two elders were completely shocked.
"You mean, your parents were retaliated against by the New Coal Group because they helped us with the lawsuit?" asked Yang's mother.
Wen Zhixia nodded. "Although I don't have any definite evidence, if there weren't even a single clue, there's no need for me to go to such great lengths to investigate this."
"Yes, uncle and aunt, don't worry, we two girls can't do anything bad," Fan Xiaolin also said, "If you have information, just tell me briefly. If you really don't want to say it, a hint is also fine~"
Father Yang thought for a moment, then stood up and said, "Wait for me a moment."
After a while.
He pulled out an address book from his room, pointed to a number on it, and explained, "This is my son's co-worker. He didn't die at the time, but he was seriously injured when he was rescued. We still remember his family saying that a kind person was willing to help his son with his lawsuit for free."
Wen Zhixia immediately perked up.
"And then?" She pointed to the number on the paper. "Can I still contact him now?"
Mother Yang shook her head and said, "The man died not long after."
Wen Zhixia's hands were shaking a little.
She took out her cell phone and dialed the number.
"Hello, the number you dialed is unavailable."
The mechanical electronic sound was harsh and eerie in the quiet room.
Wen Zhixia's head buzzed and her face turned pale.
This is a typical act of silencing someone.
All witnesses were silenced in a ruthless manner. All those who tried to investigate the matter either disappeared or died accidentally.
If he didn't have all-powerful connections, who could do something so utterly perfect?
Fan Xiaolin saw beads of sweat on her forehead and patted her back comfortingly. "Don't worry, honey. Let's go to the telecommunications bureau and check this number. We can still check identity information even if the number is no longer in use."
"Yeah. I'm fine."
Wen Zhixia quickly recovered her breath.
She drank several sips of water, stood up, and bowed solemnly to the old couple, "Uncle and aunt, thank you."
Before leaving, she took out a business card from her bag and placed it on the table. "If anyone gives you trouble in the future, or needs medical treatment, you can call me on my cell phone. I will do my best to help you solve the problem."