Folk black technology boss

Playing time is fun, and relatively speaking, time passes very quickly.

On the last day of the tour, everyone happily returned to the hotel to rest and prepare to return together tomorrow.

Except, Xiong Kexuan.

After dinner, Xiong Kexuan took his daughter Nuonuo and walked behind Li Zhou. He wanted to take a day off listlessly and not go back to the company with the company's employees.

"Boss, can I come back to the company later tomorrow and take a day off? I have some personal matters to deal with."

Li Zhou, who was holding Yaya's little hand and preparing to send Xu Xiaojing and Yaya back to their room to rest, was stunned for a moment when he heard Xiong Kexuan's request and looked at the obvious traces of crying on his face.

But since Xiong Kexuan said it was a private matter, it was not easy for him to interfere, so he nodded.

"Okay, is one day enough? How about I give you three days off?"

Xiong Kexuan picked up his daughter Nuonuo, shook his head and smiled.

"Thank you boss, one day is enough."

"Okay, pay attention to safety. I will go back with my employees tomorrow."

After watching Li Zhou and others walk away, Xiong Kexuan pinched his daughter's nose, smiled at her daughter with tears in his eyes and said, "Let's go see dad tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay, look, Dad, Dad likes flowers the most. Mom, would you like to buy a big bouquet of flowers for Dad tomorrow?"

Nuo Nuo's words made Xiong Kexuan extremely sad. Big tears flowed from his eyes, and his heart fell to the ground like a broken pearl.

"good!"

On the other side, walking back to the corridor of the guest room, Xu Xiaojing looked up at Li Zhou and asked doubtfully: "Li Zhou, Sister Xuan obviously cried just now, why didn't you ask me."

Li Zhou rolled his eyes at Xu Xiaojing.

"You didn't understand this? She said it was a private matter, so she didn't want others to know."

Just when Xu Xiaojing wanted to continue asking why, Wei Xi's voice rang in several people's ears.

"Boss, Sister Xuan is a local. Sister Xuan's husband who died fighting the fire is buried in the Martyrs Cemetery in this city. I passed by there today when I was traveling."

Xu Xiaojing and Li Zhou looked at each other and instantly understood the reason.

Li Zhou looked at Zhou Song, who didn't speak and nodded silently.

Li Zhou stood in silence in the corridor for a long time.

"Weixi, ask Xia Shiyi to come over. I'll wait for her here."

Because there were so many people, Xia Shiyi's room was no longer on the same floor as Li Zhou and others, but on the floor below.

A few minutes later, Xia Shiyi ran up from the emergency passage with wet hair.

"Chairman, are you looking for me?"

Xia Shiyi looked at the chairman uneasily. At this time, he suddenly looked at himself. Could it be that there was something wrong?

"Xiong Kexuan will go to the Martyrs Cemetery tomorrow to visit her husband who died fighting the fire. You inform the employees and voluntarily sign up to go to the Martyrs Cemetery. You search online and buy a batch of yellow chrysanthemums. You will take the company employees to the Martyrs Cemetery tomorrow morning. This Don’t tell your sister Xuan about this for now.”

Xia Shiyi's face was filled with surprise. It turned out that this was Sister Xuan's hometown.

"Okay, Chairman, I'll go back and make arrangements right away."

"Go ahead."

At around five o'clock the next morning, Xiong Kexuan thought he had not alarmed anyone, so he drove out of the hotel with Nuo Nuo and headed towards the Martyrs Cemetery.

"Xiaoxia, Xiaoxia, Sister Xuan has left with the child."

"receive!"

At six o'clock in the morning, all the employees yawned and got on the bus. After everyone got on the bus, the leader of each bus gave everyone a breakfast prepared in a disposable bag by the hotel in the morning. Then each employee was given a yellow chrysanthemum.

On the other side, Xiong Kexuan, who had driven to the old street near the Martyrs Cemetery, took his daughter into a small shop selling flowers.

The little girl with childish eyes pointed at a familiar flower and said arrogantly to the young flower shop owner: "Sister, I want this flower, a big... big bunch."

Nuo Nuo stretched out her hands in a hug gesture, gesturing to be so big.

Tan Rongshan touched the little cutie's head, pretending to be surprised and exclaimed: "Ah! Do you want such a big bouquet of flowers?"

Nuo Nuo nodded her little head obediently.

"Yeah, Nuo Nuo is going to give it to dad."

Tan Rongshan looked stunned, she is a descendant of the martyrs.

"Wait a minute, sister, I will wrap you a big bouquet of flowers right away."

After less than ten minutes, Tan Rongshan looked at the child with a distressed expression and handed the wrapped white chrysanthemum into the little guy's arms.

Xiong Kexuan smiled at the store and asked, "Hello, how much does it cost?"

"Just give me 50 yuan." Tan Rongshan said with a smile.

50? Are flowers so cheap this season?

Xiong Kexuan was stunned for a moment, thinking that the flowers this season were just cheaper than last time.

After Xiong Kexuan and the two drove away, the young man who had been working behind the scenes came out.

"Sister, the flowers you just sold, not including labor and expenses, we didn't make a cent."

Tan Rongshan turned back and glared at her brother.

"If I am willing, can you take care of it? Two hundred dollars will be deducted from my salary this month!"

"Evil capitalist!" The young man lowered his head and muttered, then turned around and returned to the back of the store.

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Xiong Kexuan took his children to his husband's tombstone and found that someone had actually come to pay homage. Seeing that the flowers placed in front of the tombstone had not completely withered, they must have come in the past few days.

However, Xiong Kexuan was not too surprised.

Ever since my husband passed away, people would come here from time to time.

Sometimes they are people who have been saved by their husbands.

Sometimes they are comrades who have fought life and death with their husbands.

Sometimes it is a collective memorial organized by schools in the city.

Xiong Kexuan placed his husband's favorite apples and watermelons in front of the tombstone, and looked at the photos on the tombstone in a daze.

"Mom, flowers."

"Ah? Oh, okay!" Xiong Kexuan took the flowers from his daughter's arms and placed them on the tombstone.

For a while, the two lonely people sat by the tombstone without saying a word, watching the sunrise.

"Mom! Mom! Look! It's Yaya!"

Following the direction of his daughter's finger, Xiong Kexuan was completely confused.

A long line of people walked towards the Martyrs Cemetery. At the front of the crowd was the boss Li Zhou who was holding Yaya.

Xu Xiaojing took Xiong Kexuan's hand and choked with sobs: "Sister Xuan, why don't you tell the big guy."

Xiong Kexuan shook his head and said nothing.

Seeing the company's employees placing flowers on the tombstones of each martyr, Xiong Kexuan bowed deeply to everyone and kept saying "Thank you! Thank you!"

More than half an hour later, Li Zhou held Yaya in one hand and Xu Xiaojing in the other, and said to Xiong Kexuan with a smile: "Let's go first. I'll give you three days of leave. Don't be too busy refusing. Three days." That’s all, nothing can happen to the company.”

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