Returning wealthy individuals develop their hometowns and become rich in the 1980s

"Think it over carefully. Once you've made up your mind, come find me in the VIP ward on the fifth floor."

After saying this, Huang Bingkun didn't wait for Liu Xingjun's response. He stood up, dusted off his pants, pushed the stool back to its original position, picked up the dented can of malted milk powder, and slowly walked out.

Outside in the corridor, Wang Wenxi, the brother-in-law, was squatting on a bench smoking, completely ignoring the slightly contemptuous and disgusted look in the eyes of the middle-aged man opposite him. He was lost in thought. When he saw his brother-in-law Huang Bingkun come out, he immediately jumped off the bench and went over to him.

"So, brother-in-law, is that kid Liu Xingjun willing to reconcile?"

Huang Bingkun shoved the dented can of malted milk powder he was holding into Wang Wenxi's arms. "He's still angry. I've already explained the consequences to him. He needs to calm down and figure things out. He'll come back to us. You can take this can back and eat it."

"Hehe, thanks brother-in-law, you know I'm malted," Wang Wenxi said happily, holding the can of malted milk powder. Huang Bingkun glared at him, "I'll give you some brain-boosting nutrition so you can remember things better!"

In the ward, after Huang Bingkun left, Liu Xingjun remained silent, staring blankly at the floor. His wife glanced at her mother-in-law and whispered to her husband, "Ajun, why don't we just sign it? Even if we don't, those people who beat you will only serve three to five years in prison. Who knows if they'll bring it up later!"

Liu Xingjun remained lost in thought, not answering his wife's question. His mother stood up shakily, walked to the bedside, and wiped Liu Xingjun's face. "Son, your father has run away after his accident. Our family's future depends on you. If you don't sign, Huang Bingkun definitely won't show up and get the hospital to heal your leg!"

"If you become lame like this, I'm already halfway to the grave. What will happen to Xianglian and the two children? You have to think about Xianglian and the two children. You can't act impulsively. Huaxing can do projects with the government; it's not something ordinary people like us can mess with!"

"Listen to your mother, let Xianglian go to Huang Bingkun and sign the settlement agreement. See if Huang Bingkun can help you get an easier job at the slaughterhouse," his mother said, holding Liu Xingjun's hand tightly and pleading with her son.

Liu Xingjun didn't speak, just stared at the floorboards, his chest heaving violently, clearly still angry. The family member accompanying him in the next bed, an old man, heard Liu Xingjun's mother's words, coughed lightly, and said to the silent Liu Xingjun, "Young man, listen to your mother. Signing this settlement agreement will be good for you. The big company wants to calm things down right now, so this is a good opportunity for you to start negotiating with them."

"If you miss this opportunity, you'll be left with this limp, receiving no compensation whatsoever. Your whole family will suffer because of you. Uncle may not be good with sweet words, but one must know when to advance and retreat. Simply venting your frustrations while disregarding your family and your own future will lead to great losses!"

"Yes, Ah Jun, just sign this settlement agreement with Huang Bingkun. Ah Liang and Ah Xiu are still young. What will you do if you become lame in the future?" As she spoke, Yao Xianglian covered her face and started to cry.

"Cry, cry, cry! What are you crying for? I just have a limp, I'm not dying!" Liu Xingjun had been silent, but he was actually thinking about how much money to ask Huang Bingkun for. His wife's crying interrupted his thoughts, and he couldn't help but curse.

"Stop crying. Go to the fifth floor and talk to Huang Bingkun right now. Tell him you'll let me sign, but they have to guarantee my leg will be healed, and they have to compensate me with 20,000 to 30,000 yuan. Then I'll agree to sign," Liu Xingjun said, looking at his wife's bewildered expression. "What are you standing there for? Go!"

"Xianglian, go quickly and tell Director Huang properly," the mother-in-law said as she followed Yao Xianglian out of the ward, giving her a few more instructions.

With a nervous heart, Yao Xianglian slowly walked to the fifth floor, asked the nurse where the special care ward was, and then found it. Wang Wenxi was still squatting on the bench outside the special care ward, with several other young men sitting next to him, all smoking. When Yao Xianglian walked over awkwardly, one of the men nudged Wang Wenxi, who was drinking malted milk powder.

Wang Wenxi, who was enjoying his drink, angrily cursed at his underling, "What the hell are you pushing me for? Can't you see I'm drinking? If you spill it, I'll fucking kill you!"

"Brother, Liu Xingjun's wife is here," the younger brother gestured with his chin towards Yao Xianglian, who was clutching her clothes in the corridor, signaling Wang Wenxi to look over. Wang Wenxi glanced at Yao Xianglian and asked, "Has Liu Xingjun come to his senses?"

"Well, my man has something to say to Director Huang," Yao Xianglian said cautiously, looking at Wang Wenxi and the young men beside him.

"Wait here," Wang Wenxi got up and pushed open the door of the special care ward. Huang Bingkun came out, looked at Yao Xianglian, and led her to the stairwell. Wang Wenxi quickly followed, intending to hear what Liu Xingjun would ask for.

"Speak," Huang Bingkun lit a cigarette, looking at Yao Xianglian. Yao Xianglian pursed her lips for a long time before mustering her courage to say, "My husband said he wants 30,000 yuan, and you have to guarantee that you'll heal his leg before he signs the settlement agreement!"

"Holy crap! Liu Xingjun's leg is made of gold, it's worth 30,000. You tell him to get up and break my leg, I'll only ask for 25,000," Wang Wenxi immediately mocked upon hearing the 30,000 price tag. "You can tell him to grab a knife and rob someone at the Beizha intersection!"

Huang Bingkun glared at Wang Wenxi, silencing him from his rambling. Huang Bingkun then flicked his cigarette ash and said to Yao Xianglian, "Thirty thousand is too much. I can only give him ten thousand at most. That's the maximum compensation I can ask the company for on his behalf."

"As for his leg, as long as he's willing to sign, our company will arrange for the county hospital to do everything they can to treat him," Huang Bingkun continued. "In addition, make him sign the demolition contract for your house as well. Your father-in-law injured someone and is currently on the run, so don't delay on this matter."

"Our company will provide you with a resettlement apartment. As for the 2,000 yuan price difference compensation, I've decided to waive it for you!"

Yao Xianglian listened to Huang Bingkun's words with a frown. She didn't care much about the house Huang Bingkun mentioned, but was concerned about her husband asking for 30,000 yuan, while Huang Bingkun was only willing to give 10,000 yuan. She thought that her husband would definitely get angry when they got back.

"Go back and tell Liu Xingjun not to try to blackmail him. Even without his letter of forgiveness, at worst, my men will spend a few years in jail. When they get out, they'll still work for me," Huang Bingkun said, throwing the burnt-out cigarette butt on the ground and stomping it out.

"Ten thousand is Huaxing Real Estate's bottom line. If you're willing to take it, then keep coming to me. But if you're still thinking of stalling, then don't bother coming. I don't have time for that!"