Chapter 692
At the GS factory, the media had been waiting a long time, just waiting for Alexander to appear. For such a significant event, Alexander had to be there in person. The families of the deceased employees were crying loudly outside the ruins, their grief heart-wrenching.
As soon as Alexander’s car stopped, it was surrounded by all sorts of people: employees’ families, security personnel, and media, among others. Before getting out of the car, Nolan reminded Alexander, “Mr. Tudor, this matter must be handled with dignity. After all, it’s three lives. Whatever the families ask for, we have to agree.”
Alexander nodded, looking at the swollen eyes of those people; he felt very sorry. However, whether it was any factory under the Tudor Group, safety inspections had always been very authoritative. So he didn’t know why there was an explosion. And the explosion was truly strange.
The car door opened, and a cacophony of voices rushed towards him. A reporter asked, “Mr. Tudor, what do you have to say about the explosion?” An employee’s family member commented, “Give me back my husband. He just had a baby. My child has lost his father; how am I supposed to live?” Factory security questioned, “Mr. Tudor, we conduct safety inspections every night. We checked last night and really didn’t find anything unusual. Please check it thoroughly!”
Alexander frowned and responded immediately, “I will address everyone’s concerns one by one, please don’t worry.” The media’s cameras were almost in his face, and the entire nation’s broadcast room viewership kept rising, with everyone commenting.
Netizen A: [Alexander doesn’t care about the safety of the lower-level employees at all. Without them, would there be today’s Tudor Group?]
Netizen B: [The factory exploded, and Alexander is still acting cool. Let the Tudor Group go bankrupt!]
Netizen C: [Waiting to see how the Tudor Group handles this. I hope the families of the deceased employees can get out of the darkness soon.]
Netizen A replied to Netizen C: [Are you a staff member of the Tudor Group?]
Netizen C: [I’m just expressing my own feelings. If you say that, I could say you’re hired by the competitors to smear the Tudor Group!]
Netizens were each speaking for their own viewpoints, completely ignoring the protagonist who was still solving the problem.
“Mr. Tudor, our losses this time might be…” Nolan trailed off.
Alexander looked at the ruins and smiled bitterly. “This is our biggest factory…” Many projects would have to stop, and rebuilding would take time. But now was not the time to lament the losses.
“These are the files of the three deceased employees,” Nolan said, handing over three documents. The youngest deceased employee was only twenty-four years old. The oldest was fifty, who was the main person in charge of the factory. Some said he went in to save people and got trapped.
Alexander sighed and closed the file in his hand. “Our people have already started the review, hoping to find the problem as soon as possible,” Nolan said.
Alexander nodded and looked at the employees’ families, who looked at him from a distance, their eyes filled with tears, their bodies covered in dust. He, however, was dressed in a suit and tie; it was somewhat ironic.
“Take them to the company,” Alexander said to Nolan. Nolan nodded and was calling people over to take them away. But then one of them said, “I’m not going!”
“We’re here to discuss compensation and the next steps. You can make any requests,” Nolan said.
The person cursed, “Is money everything? What kind of attitude is this, talking about money as soon as you arrive? Can your money buy back my son’s life? He was in the prime of his life!”
Hearing this, Alexander knew that this was the father of the twenty-four-year-old employee. As the person finished speaking, all the reporters’ cameras turned to him, who kept wailing, expressing his grief.