Lin Zhenbo had been working with him on the construction site for two years.
They were brothers from the same village, and now that something had happened, Lin Zhuangguo felt uneasy about it.
"How could this have happened? He rarely got drunk on the job."
When Lin Zhuangguo heard his subordinate say he was drinking and driving, crashing into a dump truck and being covered with a white cloth on the spot before being taken to the morgue, his heart sank.
This Lin was, at that moment, making a phone call from the parking area of the hospital.
On the phone, he asked his contractor, "Brother Zhuang, what should we do now? I haven't called his wife yet."
"Ah, it's fate. Why did this happen? Just wait for me another year or two, and I'll lift you guys up," Lin Zhuangguo said on the phone with a heavy sigh.
"Should we notify his wife to come over? And his family?" Lin asked on the phone.
