"Now that my dad is gone, he was the pillar of this family, and he was so young. If he were still alive, he would definitely be able to make even more money."
The secretary almost laughed out of anger, a look of disgust spreading across her face.
The injured worker was already in his fifties—who would let their father, of such advanced age, go to a construction site to move bricks?
Lu Jingzhi asked sternly, "What exactly are you trying to say?"
"Seeing as you are a straightforward person, I will just speak bluntly."
The man said breezily, "Take a look at the compensation for emotional distress, condolence money, family maintenance fees, death compensation... all these bits and pieces added up, and considering how wealthy the Lu Group is, compensating a few hundred million or even a billion should be no big deal for you, right? I'm not greedy, just, just five million would be fine."
"Why don't you just go rob someone?" The secretary was taken aback, his appetite too large.
