Shanghai February

February 19, 2016, Shanghai Runfeng Factory. Li Boyao was crushed under a German-imported machine tool, his internal organs ruptured. The factory's verdict in eight characters: violation of operating procedures, accidental startup. His wife Shen Wenhua, thirty-four, their son one year and three months old with a hole in his heart. Clutching twenty-four months of workers' compensation, she stood at the factory gate and asked: He put his own hand in? Who would believe that? Eight years. She learned three sentences: Based on which document? Where are the fee standards? Can the receipt be stamped? She copied down the days for eight years. The people at the window changed three times, and she was still there. Until the man named Fang Mu knocked and entered, a silver-gray metal box at his feet. A screen was embedded in the front, red numbers ticking down second by second. "Shen Wenhua, my name is Fang Mu. Li Boyao's friend." "I'll help you get that machine back." Not enough shims, don't install. — These five words he wrote in the footer of the maintenance manual eight years ago turned out to be a suicide note long ago. Someone removed the connector, someone signed a false report, someone converted a human life into the price of a ton of scrap iron. She thought she was fighting for 300,000 for surgery. Only later did she realize she was about to dismantle an entire web. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: Shanghai February — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠