"Currently our compensation target is expected to be ten times higher," Hamilton finally said.

This may be a bigger surprise, but the investigation always reopens the pain. Boles opened his mouth wide, and it took a long time before 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 some of the money can be used 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 the goal. Lianka especially hoped during her lifetime.

Being able to experience the life of having a separate bathroom was brought by her, 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.

If he hadn't known something about this old lady's experience in the field of public occupational health, it might have been difficult for Fan Ning 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 case of special circumstances, you can 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 Xilan." Suddenly a timid voice came out.

"Um?"

This is the young man who used to be weaving fishing nets in the attic. Now facing a girl in a white dress who is only more than two years older than him, he stands stiffly with his legs together, lowering his head and not daring to look into her eyes: "I have a girl.

It’s something I still can’t figure out. My sister, if I died like that, wouldn’t 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.

I still have a day off. This is better than making fishing nets and doing child labor, and when I become an adult, I may 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. I also liked singing and watching street artists perform when I was a child. But I can't actually go there. The only time I have rest is to sleep or 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 need to eat and dress.

and medical treatment. By then I can no longer work, and my income will drop a bit."

"Ms. 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. It's not enough.
Chapter completed!