Chapter 849: Falling into the abyss only takes one bill

Some institutions have calculated that the savings rate of Federal household income is about 5% to 8%.

In other words, if a worker earns 40 dollars a month, only 2 to 3 dollars will enter the bank to be saved, and the other money is used to pay various bills and use.

Of course, they also retain a portion of cash in their hands, but it doesn't account for too much of the overall income.

The income savings rate of middle-class families is only 10% to 15%. This number is actually not high at all.

Aug is a person who knows how to live. He saves about 3 to 4 dollars in the bank every month, which is only about 50 dollars a year.

The bank will auction his house that hasn't been paid off yet. The money from the auction won't even be enough for him to pay all the medical expenses. He and his wife, children, will become homeless and live on the street.

If you consider the loan and repayment parts he actually has to bear, his money is actually not that easy to move!

There are many types of Federal property loans, for example, agreeing on a repayment date and paying back the principal and interest at once.

There are also those that agree on a date, pay interest every month, and then return the principal when it expires.

And those that pay in installments.

But no matter which one, the requirements for cash on hand are very strict.

Aug never thought that just because his leg was broken, the medical expenses would be half a house. He looked at his wife in disbelief, but very soon he relaxed again.

"This money doesn't need to be paid by ourselves at all. Those who attacked us will pay this medical expense for us!"

His wife looked at him so firmly and stopped discussing this issue.

Aug is the economic pillar of the family, and he works outside. The things he has seen and heard must be much more than a housewife, so she believes her husband.

The next morning, the doctor found him again to ask this question. The doctor on duty last night didn't know the specific situation of the payment of expenses.

Aug, lying on the hospital bed, said very cautiously, "This money should be paid by those who hurt me. You shouldn't stare at me!"

The doctor had a different view, "Mr. Aug, this is a matter between you and those who hurt you. This is not a matter between us and him."

"You need to do your best to make up the money you owe the hospital, so we can arrange follow-up treatment."

"If you owe us money and can't pay us, we can only pursue this expense from you through legal procedures!"

This is clearly an administrative doctor. His work is not entirely medical and healing patients, but also pushing patients into the abyss.

"934 dollars and 75 cents."

Aug stared, but the doctor didn't care about his expression, "You have three days to raise this money, otherwise we can only send you back and then sue you."

After speaking, the doctor politely said goodbye to him and his wife, then left the ward.

The originally lively ward became quiet for a while.

Most of the people living here have spent a lot of money to solve their medical problems.

Medical care is absolutely one of the things ordinary people hate and fear the most in this era.

Actually, it's not just this era, it's also later, and even more so!

The patient in the bed next to him coughed, "You'd better pray you have medical insurance or commercial insurance."

Aug's brain was buzzing, inexplicably carrying a bill of more than 900 dollars. He simply couldn't afford this expense!

He glanced at the person in the bed next to him, "I... don't know."

That person sighed and didn't continue speaking. Aug hurriedly looked at his wife, "Can you call the police, or find some police from nearby?"

His wife seemed to have thought of something, "When I came, some police seemed to be recording statements outside."

Aug had some hope in his eyes, "Find them!"

His wife ran away, and after about ten minutes, two police officers entered the ward.

They found Aug's position and walked over.

Aug hurriedly said the problem he encountered, "I had my leg broken, but the hospital asked me to pay medical expenses. I can't afford this expense."

"I want those who hurt me to pay this medical expense for me!"

The two police officers looked at each other. They had been dealing with these things all day. One of the police officers smiled and said, "Mr. Aug, those who attacked you were refugees. I heard that the richest person among them only had 30 cents on him."

"These people don't have any money at all, and they don't have any assets or wealth in the Federation, so this expense can only be borne by you first."

"As for what will happen later...", the police officer sighed, "I can only say that if you intend to get this money back from them, don't hold much hope."

"These people will very likely be repatriated to their original place after being detained. In other words, they can't provide you with a single cent."

Looking at Aug's stiff expression, the two police officers still felt very cool in their hearts. They smiled, politely expressed their regret for not being able to help him, and then left the room.

Aug's whole person started to sweat. The effect of his painkillers seemed to end again, and those stinging pains started to harass him again.

He hummed, his brain full of despair!

But very soon, he thought of another solution!

"Go find the union people. It was them who let us protest. They have to take responsibility for these things. I was injured for them..."

Yesterday's matter did indeed make a big noise. The union has started to consider whether to continue the strike activity, and at the same time, they also arranged some representatives to visit these workers injured in the protest.

Because Aug couldn't move, he wasn't notified.

In reality, the union was already in a room downstairs, talking to these injured workers about this matter.

He said this and was silent for a while, "Also, go find the doctor, tell them, give me another injection, I'm starting to hurt again!"

His wife was a bit worried about him, just about to mention that the doctor said if he continued to inject, it would have dependence on these drugs, but she just opened her mouth and was scolded by her husband.

"Hurry up, do you want to watch me die of pain here?"

His wife could only run to the medical station. As for the doctor, anyway, injecting whom is injecting?

Giving one more injection can make a little more money!

Just when Aug was lying on the bed enjoying the satisfaction after the eyeball tremor, in a room downstairs, a dialogue had already started.

The union, and these injured workers.

This time, besides the union people, there were also people from the Labor Federation.

The scene was exceptionally noisy. Everyone was asking about things they were interested in or telling their demands.

After they made a noise for a while, it gradually became quiet.

The representative of the Labor Federation first thanked them for the role they played in this protest, affirmed their deterrence to the Wanli Group, and subsequently mentioned that they would add some "prizes" for them.

"Ten-dollar food vouchers, and semi-automatic scissors sponsored by... company."

Saying it's semi-automatic scissors, it's actually just installing a spring between the handles of the scissors, which will automatically pop up after cutting.

And then there are some small snacks and the like. In short, they are all worthless things. Each person gets about 13 or 14 dollars in value.

Among them, the most valuable is the ten-dollar food voucher.

Watching these people say a bunch of useless things, the workers who had the same problems as Aug and faced the same situation started to ask about medical expenses.

The representative of the Labor Federation had a headache listening to them say so many words, and raised both hands to press, letting them quiet down.

"I understand and sympathize with the encounter of every worker brother."

"Yesterday, the high-level of the Labor Federation had an emergency discussion regarding the things you mentioned and made a decision, absolutely a decision beneficial to you!"

When he said this sentence, the workers' emotions were stable, even relaxed and positive.

They didn't think they would be abandoned by the union and the Labor Federation. Some people even smiled and interrupted to ask, "How do they plan to help us pay these medical expenses?"

"My arm was broken, and it cost more than 800 dollars to fix it. There are more than 200 dollars in follow-up treatment expenses. I can't take out any money at all. You have to negotiate with the hospital!"

Following the first person doing so, others also started to "sun" their bills.

The most miserable guy had his family member represent him. The medical expenses were more than 2,000, including some rescue expenses, and there were hundreds of follow-up expenses.

This miserable family member seemed to be talking about a glorious thing. It's quite glorious to be able to see thousands of dollars of pain without spending money.

Listening to these workers saying so, the representative of the Labor Federation hurriedly interrupted their words, "You misunderstood!"

"The mastermind behind this matter is the Wanli Group and those refugee groups who suddenly rushed out to attack you, not us, or anyone else."

"The high-level of the Labor Federation has decided to send the most professional legal team to fight lawsuits for everyone for free, striving to get medical expenses and various expenses and compensation from the Wanli Group and those who attacked you."

Everyone stared, as if they didn't understand the words they just said. The worker with the broken arm couldn't help but ask, "But they asked us to pay the owed medical expenses within three days, otherwise they will sue us!"

The representative of the Labor Federation was a bit embarrassed, "We will help you negotiate with the hospital to give you more time."

The worker with the broken arm suddenly became loud, "Just like this?"

"Just f***ing like this?"

"Still want us to pay medical expenses ourselves?"

"F***!"

The room became chaotic again. The representative of the Labor Federation could only continue to appease their emotions, "Brothers, worker brothers, calm down!"

"You pay this money first. After we get this money back from the Wanli Group and those who attacked you through litigation, along with compensation, the matter will be solved."

"We can also arrange a team to negotiate with the bank and the court to appropriately relax the execution time."

The Labor Federation didn't consider helping to pay this money if the money wasn't that much.

But now they calculated that about 300 workers were seriously injured. Those most seriously injured were not in this hospital.

This is a specialized orthopedic hospital, specializing in treating problems like fractures.

The most serious ones were sent to the brain hospital. Some medical expenses were as high as 7,000 or 8,000, or even 10,000.

Looking at more than 300 people, how much money can they need?

In reality, they counted overnight that if they let these people recover, including those with minor injuries, the Labor Federation would need to prepare about 3 million to 5 million in budget, and it might be even more!

Especially those with serious brain injuries, the medical expenses are simply outrageous!

Last time, the presidential election campaign budget was only more than 10 million. Now they just want to take care of worker brothers, and they have to pay such a sum of millions?

And they judged that even if they really paid it, there wouldn't be any good effect, because this was a failed strike, and there were such big casualties. People would question the ability of the Labor Federation in strikes and protests!

It's better to "let those capitalists pay the price," playing the cards they are best at.

And the doctor privately told them that some patients with particularly serious injuries would generate hundreds of dollars in medical expenses every day. This is definitely a bottomless pit.

Such a large number, the Labor Federation can take it out, but no one wants to bear this responsibility!

No one wants to sign on the document, saying they agreed to the appropriation. In case they are held accountable in the future, the signature is here, and they definitely can't push the responsibility clean.

So the high-level discussed and decided to simply arrange a professional lawyer group to help them ask for medical expenses and compensation.

This is also the thing the Labor Federation has done most often, providing necessary legal aid to worker class brothers who need help!

But at this moment, the worker brothers in the room don't want legal aid; they want real money, they want to advance medical expenses!

Some of these people have fallen to the ground at a loss, and others are noisy, demanding they be responsible. The scene was noisy.

Almost everyone here can't afford medical expenses, which means their houses, other assets, might be legally auctioned to repay the medical expenses they owe the hospital!

They once mocked a fool who didn't want to pay a 70-dollar bill, leading to his 5,000-6,000-dollar detached house being auctioned for a high price of 500 dollars—

According to the requirements of some middle-class communities, even in winter, they must ensure that the lawn outside their house is green.

But the lawn in winter basically has to be changed once a month, and the price is not cheap.

Places with higher community grades often have stricter requirements. Ordinary communities might be 10 cents per square meter, but in better communities, it's 20-30 cents or even 50 cents.

Some will require full-yard paving, some only require the side facing the community road to be uniformly paved. Overall, every month they have to pay a not-small expense.

If someone is unwilling to do so, the community will fine the residents according to the signed contract.

A household was sued by the court because they didn't want to pave the lawn in winter, thinking it wasn't cost-effective to change it once a month, and refused to pay the 70-dollar fine.

The court directly sold their 5,000-6,000-dollar house for 500 dollars, and after deducting litigation expenses and 70 dollars, returned the remaining 300-plus dollars to them.

In the past, they would laugh out loud when facing such news or similar news, but now, they can't laugh, because it will soon be their turn.

Seeing that it was getting noisier and noisier, the representative of the Labor Federation slapped the table and said loudly, "I provide you with two suggestions!"

The room became quiet again. He held up a finger and said, "First, go for a loan, use whatever to mortgage, credit is also fine. In short, get a loan to settle your medical expenses."

"You can also borrow money from others, friends, family, colleagues, including your fellow workers!"

"Second, go talk to the factories where you work, strive to let them give you some money, we will provide legal aid, striving to rely on the injuries you suffered as work-related injuries..."

Although this is not a good method, for people who have no way, it is already the last method.

Aug only knew about this matter later. When he heard this, his brain exploded!

His mortgage hasn't been paid off yet, and he still owes 300 dollars.

In other words, even if his house is mortgaged, it is very likely that he won't be able to get 900 dollars!

Thinking of this, his heart was filled with sadness!

The next morning, Reid just parked the car and saw two guys in wheelchairs at the factory door.

A look of mockery appeared on his face, and then he walked over with big strides, "What's wrong?"

Aug's expression carried a trace of embarrassment, "Manager Reid, we want to apply for work-related injury compensation."

Reid looked at them and shook his head, "You weren't injured at your workstation, and this has nothing to do with the company."

"If you want to blackmail me and the company, I will call the police and sue you."

"In addition, because you didn't get the company's permission and left your workstation without authorization, you are fired."

He said this and walked toward the office building without looking back. Aug followed closely behind, "You don't have the qualification to fire me, I want to sue you and the company!"

His face turned red, and it was working time now. Many workers were gathering toward this side.

Reid stopped his steps, turned around and looked at him, pursed his lips, "You'd better go sue now!"

After speaking, he left straight away, no matter how Aug shouted, he didn't stop again.

The surrounding workers looked at them, with some gloating expressions on their faces. Very soon, more workers who participated in the strike returned here.

The protest was clearly terminated. They now want to return to work, but when they planned to change clothes to go to their posts, they were notified that they were fired!

They tried to rush into the factory, but were soon driven away by security guards. These security guards are Lanse family people. They swung their rubber sticks and hit them without mercy.

Very soon these people were beaten away, and Aug was also pushed away by his wife with a bruised nose and swollen face from the company's courtyard.

Just when they were completely falling into despair, a reporter walked over.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 850 =====