Chapter 878: Equal Treatment

Mr. Licha came to the police station chief's office with a gloomy face; he sat opposite the chief very impolitely, sitting sideways.

One hand on the edge of the table, one hand pressed on the armrest of the chair, slightly sideways, legs crossed, with a face of "I am not easy to provoke."

"It's been three days; I want to know if you have investigated any results."

"If you can't do it, it doesn't matter; tell me the truth, and I will arrange for people to do it."

For three days, the police station and the fire department have been investigating the cause of the fire, but they haven't obtained much valuable stuff from the scene.

Under high temperature, these steel structure factory buildings couldn't withstand the pressure and collapsed very quickly, directly destroying the evidence that might have been left at the scene.

It is very difficult to accurately find all the evidence.

The chief folded his hands together, but soon separated them; he supported the edge of the table with both hands, his body slightly leaning forward; this is actually not an aggressive state; he is "resisting."

"Mr. Licha, the scene is very large, and there are many pieces of evidence that need us to identify; I can't tell you for sure what kind of fire this is."

"However..."

"However?", Mr. Licha's eyes were a bit scary, "Are you saying this is man-made?"

The police station chief leaned back on the chair, and his separated hands also folded together again, "I didn't say that; it's just that from the statements of some people at the scene, the fire in the warehouse didn't spread to the production area, and the production area started to burn and explode."

"Although we haven't found any explosives at the scene yet, we found that some equipment used for production has traces of explosions, traces of external explosions."

"As for whether this is man-made, we can't be sure yet; after all, there is no key evidence."

Saying this, Mr. Licha roughly understood; the police station chief just didn't want to take responsibility when there was no sufficient evidence, but it is very likely that this is man-made.

Mr. Licha nodded and stood up, "I will donate 50,000 dollars to the police station; thank you for your hard work."

The police station chief smiled and said "thank you"; small cities can't compare with big cities, and 50,000 dollars is already a lot.

But... it was just 50,000 dollars.

Mr. Licha left quickly; he returned to the company; now the company is crowded with people.

Seeing Mr. Licha return, these people immediately surrounded him; fortunately, Mr. Licha's bodyguards were still of some use; they cleared a passage as quickly as possible, letting him enter the company.

By the time he returned to the office, there were already many people around him.

"Why are there so many people?", he asked.

A board member immediately replied, "They are our customers; they ordered whiskey from us, and now they heard that our winery and warehouse are finished, so they are chasing us for compensation."

Just one sentence made Mr. Licha's brain feel a bit swollen; he used his knuckles to drill hard against his right temple, the pain bringing a trace of comfort, which also made his brain clearer.

"Did we sign a contract?", he looked up at the director; being stared at by his fierce eyes made the director stunned for a moment, and then he looked at the secretary.

The secretary shook her head, "We only reached an agreement orally, and then collected their deposit."

The Prohibition order stipulates that "selling" is an illegal act, and Jinbiao Wine Industry cannot be illegal, so they didn't sign any contract at all.

A cold smile appeared on Mr. Licha's face, "We don't even have a contract; why should we compensate them?"

Then he became a bit impatient, "If they want compensation, go to court and sue us, fuck, this group of bitch-raised!"

The director was a bit hesitant, but finally intended to talk when he was alone with him.

It is not so easy to explain after cheating these gangs out of their money.

Besides these illegal people trying to blackmail Jinbiao Wine Industry, a large number of suppliers also hope to settle the payment as soon as possible.

Brewing wine requires a large amount of crops; now Jinbiao Wine Industry is brewing openly, and they have compressed their profits very low; of course, the money they pay these farmers for grain is definitely enough.

But after paying for the grain, the funds in their hands will be much less, and then they have to deal with the workers who died and were injured in the big fire, and then they have to rebuild the factory; almost every place needs money, a lot of money!

Mr. Licha spat and let the secretary take the bills that needed to be signed, picked out a part of them, and then signed his name.

"Tell the rest that I don't like the way they come to make trouble."

"It's not that we can't afford it, just that we don't want to be coerced."

"If they want it, they can apply, go through the process; if anyone tries to use the method of making trouble to force us to settle the account in advance, then let them sue us; we won't give it anymore!"

Not every big company's president is so easy to do; at the very least, they must have enough ability and enough black heart.

You know clearly that this money is the hard-earned money of those farmers, and it is the goods that those channel merchants have advanced funds to take; but when you shouldn't give it, you don't give a cent.

The purpose of signing some bills is to tell these people that the company still has money and can afford it, letting them weigh the pros and cons themselves.

As for whether anyone will make trouble?

Someone will definitely continue to make trouble; after all, there will always be people who feel that others can't, but they might not be able to.

And, what if?

But no matter who comes to make trouble this time, he doesn't intend to give it; at worst, go to court.

Grain is not valuable.

For those who earn thirty or forty dollars a month, grain might be slightly valuable, but for a big company like Mr. Licha, grain is not valuable.

A ton of grain is only a few hundred dollars, and a hundred tons is only a few tens of thousands; go to court!

Hire a lawyer, collect evidence; every time you go to court, it means a few hundred or a thousand dollars are gone; how long can those people persist?

In the end, they still have to honestly listen; capital has ways to deal with these people.

After ending this problem, the secretary said again, "Today, many families of injured workers have come..."

Mr. Licha was even more irritable, "Let them go to the insurance company; we bought them accidental work injury insurance."

"The insurance company said they need to investigate clearly whether this counts as a work injury before they will decide whether to pay this money."

"They need money for treatment now."

Mr. Licha spread his hands, looking at the secretary with an innocent face, "Then why the fuck are you telling me this?"

"You should go and tell them that this has nothing to do with us; I bought them insurance, so they should go to the insurance company to ask for money, not come to me!"

"We are also the party that suffered losses; I don't know who I should ask to compensate for my losses; what's the use of them coming to me?"

The secretary was scolded twice, couldn't say a word, and her face turned pale.

In fact, those workers' families had already gone to the insurance company, and the insurance company's answer was relatively perfunctory and general; they even put forward a point of view.

That is, if this big fire was caused by commercial struggle, then they refuse to compensate.

Not only is the workers' accidental work injury insurance refused, but the factory's property insurance is also refused.

Now many enterprises in the Federation, especially regular enterprises of considerable scale, will buy property insurance.

In the process of the Federation's industrial development, countless big fires and accidents have witnessed the entire process of rapid industrial development!

This is also a stage that industry must experience from immaturity to maturity.

In order to avoid accidental losses, many factories will buy commercial property insurance for their factory buildings and equipment.

Once property is damaged due to fire, flood, etc., the insurance company must compensate according to the contract.

But this does not include man-made arson; if there are traces of man-made arson, the insurance company will also refuse to compensate.

The insurance company is like this.

Before you pay the money, they tell you that even if you trip and fall while walking, they will give you fifty dollars.

But when you pay the money and really trip and fall while walking, they will say that the shoes you are wearing are not within the scope of the contract compensation.

Or find reasons to refuse compensation from other aspects, for example... you stepped out with your right foot first.

After cleaning up some miscellaneous matters, Mr. Licha asked, "Has the insurance company person come?"

The secretary suddenly wanted to laugh, inexplicably wanted to laugh, but fortunately she held it back, "Already came; do you need him to come in?"

Mr. Licha didn't agree the first time, but looked at the director who had been in the room and hadn't left.

The director gave the secretary a look, and the secretary immediately picked up the documents on the desktop and walked toward the door, "I'll be outside the door."

After she left and closed the door, the director said, "Licha, will we have any trouble dealing with those gangs so roughly?"

Licha frowned; he sat there supporting his chin; there were about ten or twenty seconds of silence, "I will find a way to fix them."

The director breathed a sigh of relief, "These people are rats in the sewer, and we are all gentlemen in formal wear; we are not afraid of rats, but there is no need to let rats dirty our shoes."

He then stood up, "I'm leaving first; call me if you need anything."

Seeing the director come out, the secretary ran to call the insurance company person in.

The insurance company attaches great importance to Jinbiao Wine Industry as a client, because they provide about 30,000 dollars in premiums every year, which is not a small sum.

Because they have experienced two big fires, Jinbiao Wine Industry is very keen on buying property insurance.

This time Mr. Licha took the initiative to stand up, walked around the table and shook hands with the insurance company's manager, and then walked to the sofa with him and sat down, instead of sitting by his desk.

"Mr. Licha, I express my deep regret for this fire!"

Mr. Licha nodded, "Difficulties will always pass; what I am more concerned about now is when the compensation will be in place."

"We still have many orders to process; ordering machines takes time; I don't want to affect the subsequent orders."

The insurance company manager smiled and echoed him, "You are very right; after our investigation ends, if everything meets the insurance contract we signed, we will deposit the compensation into the account you specified at the first time."

Mr. Licha frowned slightly, "There's no need for this, right?"

The insurance manager had a very regretful expression on his face, "From a private perspective, Mr. Licha, we have been dealing with each other for a long time, and I am willing to believe in your character and reputation, and I am willing to deposit the money to you first."

"But you know I am just an employee of the company; I don't have the power to sign on such a large compensation; this has to be agreed by the President or the board of directors, and they will deposit the money for you."

"I have already explained to them that Mr. Licha and Jinbiao Wine Industry are our important friends and clients, but you should be able to understand that those hateful capitalists don't care about these at all; they only care about the money in their pockets!"

"I have tried my best to lobby for you; they promised that if the investigation results meet the contract provisions, they will deposit the money."

"Don't worry, Mr. Licha; I will help you watch the results; the first time the results come out, I will call you!"

Mr. Licha's complexion was obviously flushed, and he stared at the insurance manager with very unfriendly eyes, but the insurance manager still had an "I am innocent" expression and appearance.

He asked slowly, word by word, "What are you doubting?"

"Doubting me... lighting my own factory myself?"

"Do you know how much money my factory can earn for me every day, every day?"

"Just the time delayed is enough for me to earn hundreds of thousands or millions!"

"Fuck!"

The insurance manager immediately comforted him, "I believe it; how can I not believe you?"

"Mr. Licha, but you also have to be considerate of me; it is not enough for me to believe you; you also have to let the President, or the board of directors believe you."

Mr. Licha stared at him with very fierce eyes, but the latter didn't seem to be affected.

If this degree could affect him, he wouldn't deserve to sit here, nor would he deserve to be a senior client manager of an insurance company.

He had seen people who were more terrible and more direct than Mr. Licha.

In the past, he was just an ordinary client manager, until a veteran used a knife tip to press against his neck, and he didn't shake his firm belief not to compensate, which made him appreciated by the company's senior management.

He wouldn't bury his future in the hands of a capitalist who didn't even dare to kill.

Mr. Licha took two deep breaths and suppressed his anger; he looked at this senior client manager of the insurance company who usually met occasionally and would always enthusiastically walk over to say hello, and nodded noncommittally, "If..."

The insurance manager knew what he was "if-ing", "If the investigation is correct, I guarantee the funds will arrive within twenty-four hours."

"But if the investigation finds that the cause of the fire exceeds our insurance plan, then I'm sorry, Mr. Licha; even if I am willing to give it to you, the President and the Chairman will not agree..."

Mr. Licha stared at the insurance manager with eyes he felt were already very fierce, but the latter still had that smiling face, not feeling threatened at all.

After sending away this "friend" who always pushed the responsibility to the President and the board of directors, always saying he was on the same side as himself, but whose eyes revealed "firmly not compensating," Mr. Licha returned to his chair and sat for a while.

He then picked up the phone and dialed the police station chief's office number.

"This is the police station chief's office..."

Because it was an external call, the chief's voice was very soft; who knows what kind of person called in; what if it was a big shot?

After all, small characters don't deserve to know this number.

"It's me, Licha."

"Mr. Licha?"

"Do you have any matters or any supplementary clues or evidence?", this is the only thing the police station chief could think of.

But Mr. Licha's next words exceeded his expectations.

Mr. Licha lowered his voice, "Can you issue a certificate proving that it was a production accident that caused the fire?"

The police station chief was stunned for a moment; not long ago, Chief Licha came for a trip and was somewhat certain that this was man-made arson.

But now he suddenly changed his tone, demanding that he say this was not man-made intentional arson... he was a bit confused.

"Mr. Licha, I don't quite understand what you mean."

"30,000 dollars."

"What?"

"30,000 dollars, deposited into the account you specified; this is an accident."

The police station chief didn't answer immediately; after about ten seconds, he first "uh"ed, his tone revealing hesitation.

"50,000 dollars."

The police station chief was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly explained, "I didn't mean that..."

"60,000 dollars!"

"I am the victim; you only need to be responsible to me; now I think it is an accident."

"You issued an accident appraisal report; you don't need to waste police force, and no one will be hurt, and you will end this case quickly and well."

"You are good, and I am good; what do you say?"

Police station chiefs in small cities rarely have the opportunity to get so much money; usually they collect a little money of three or five hundred, one or two thousand.

Suddenly getting 60,000, it still had a great shock to him.

Before, the 50,000 donated by Mr. Licha was donated to the police station; in fact, it had little to do with him, but these 60,000 were given directly to him; his breathing gradually became rapid.

"The big fire destroyed a lot of evidence at the scene; it is difficult for us to restore the cause of the fire, but it doesn't look like man-made..."

Mr. Licha immediately corrected, "It's not 'doesn't look like'; this is an accident!"

The police station chief recognized his point of view, "Yes, this is an accident."

"Very good; give me an account number; after the investigation results come out, you will see my sincerity!"

Then he made a call to the fire department chief, and only used 40,000 dollars to fix the fire department chief.

If this big fire was an accident, then the insurance company would have to compensate them at least more than one million.

But if this big fire was not an accident, the insurance company would not compensate a cent!

These damn vampires, they don't look like this when they collect money, fuck!

Mr. Licha never thought that he could be considered a celebrity in this city; he actually had a day when he was blackmailed!

This is the day he was treated equally with those injured workers!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 879 =====