[My English] It's not a problem if you can communicate with your fists

Because the day before the license exam was reserved for the students to rest, the last day of training ended much later than usual, which caused me to arrive at the office at [-] o'clock in the evening.

I called my mother and said that I would not go home for dinner today, and then followed my seniors to the office to look through the files of previous years.

After Cheap Papa passed away, I handed over most of the decision-making power of the firm to his former assistant.But after all, the surname is still Yuki, and the major issues that may affect the future still need to be handled by me, the legal heir.

Therefore, I must learn how to deal with various emergencies in a short period of time.

It was almost ten o'clock when everything was processed.There are more files on special cases in the firm than I imagined. Even if I speed up the reading speed, I still can't complete the task within the original two hours.

I buried my face in the table and pretended I was a dead fish.

To be honest, I think my poor brain memory will probably be overwhelmed by the increasing amount of information recently, not only about biological parents, but also a lot of things in the office. Before this, I never knew how to be the president Things to deal with are so trivial and complicated.I think it should be that Daddy Cheap kept my hand.

There was a sudden knock on the office door.

I subconsciously glanced at the wall clock on the wall. It stands to reason that only the night duty personnel should be left in the office floor of the office at this point, and everyone else should have gone to rest.Under normal circumstances, no one would come to the president's office at this time.

Maybe there is something wrong.

I cleared my throat.

"Please come in."

The one who opened the door was the young man who used to be my back office partner.Subconsciously, I took a look at this month's duty roster from the bottom of the file, and it was indeed the internal affairs department that was on duty this week.

"Miss Niu Xu," the other party frowned tightly, "There may be something that you need to deal with."

I froze for a moment.It's obviously a bit weird that something needs to be asked of me when the decision-making power has been handed over, and I can only think that I have a big problem.

It turns out that I did have trouble, too, but it wasn't particularly serious.

During the day, the seniors of the firm dealt with a vicious hijacking incident, but the result was not very good. The combat effectiveness of the robbers on the opposite side was much higher than expected, so there were small-scale casualties, and two professional heroes died on the spot.

According to the normal process, for members who died in the line of duty, the firm will pay a large sum of pension to their families and take the initiative to help with funeral-related matters.However, the situation this time is rather special. One of the two professional heroes who died in battle fled, and the other senior also died indirectly because of his fleeing.

"Those who run away will be suspended for one month and their salary will be deducted for that month," I flipped through the firm's regulations at hand, "Those who cause serious consequences will be fired on the spot, and the office owner will not be paid the salary of the current month... Isn't it all right to do it this way? "

The rules are set by Daddy Cheap, I don't think there is a big problem with it, and there is no need to change it.

The duty of a hero is to protect the general public, and a hero who flees the battle is obviously disqualified, and the authority of the management party will punish him accordingly.

The young man showed a troubled expression.

"We originally wanted to deal with it according to the rules... But the situation here is a little... In short, you can come and see with me!"

I followed him to the reception room in a daze.

Sitting on the sofa was a little girl who looked only seven or eight years old.Her eye sockets were still red, as if she had just cried.

I raised my hand to stop the young man from entering the room, turned to look at him, raised my arm and pointed at the little girl gently, "...what's going on?" Where are the minors other than me?

The young man lowered his voice and explained to me.

"It's that senior's daughter... I didn't hear any news during the day at school, and she came here after eight o'clock in the evening. We have been trying to appease her, but we really can't decide on the salary on our own, so I hope you can say something. "

"Where's her mother?"

"I heard that they are sick in bed, and all their family's source of income comes from the work of their predecessors. She came here this time for money...Her mother needs money for medical treatment and for her to go to school."

That's really tricky.

I'm a little confused.I've never heard Daddy Cheap mention this situation, presumably he thinks I'm too young to ask about these things.

If they followed the normal rules, it would be tantamount to driving the incapable mother and daughter to a dead end, but if they made an exception, the rules of the firm would be broken.If something like this rule is broken the first time, there will definitely be a second time. From the perspective of a manager, this salary and pension cannot be allocated from the financial department of the firm no matter what.

The little girl sitting on the sofa noticed us standing outside the door.

She stood up, stumbled and ran to me, grabbed my clothes, and said in a crying voice: "Big sister, they all said that my father is a deserter... They are all lying to me, right, my father is amazing How could a hero be a deserter!"

I froze in place helplessly.

How can I answer without hurting the person in front of me?

I do not know.

Telling her her father wasn't a deserter would be like me not counting deserters as deserters.

I can really understand what that senior did. He didn't want to die, or he couldn't die. If he died, his wife and daughter would be in an extremely miserable situation.But in the final analysis, a deserter is a deserter. No matter what the reason is, it is a certain fact that he ran away and even killed his colleague.

My silence seemed to be some kind of hint, and the little girl cried out with a "wow".

"Big sister, why don't you talk? Dad is not a deserter, right? Mom said Dad is the greatest hero in the world. He has helped so many people and caught so many villains. How could he be a deserter!"

I opened my mouth to say something, but I didn't know what I could say.

I almost subconsciously turned my head to look for the figure of a certain man, but I knew very well in my heart that it is impossible for a dead person to appear here.

The only person standing here who can help me make a decision is myself.

I took a deep breath to force myself to calm down, then squatted down and held the little girl's shoulders half-forced to let her look into my eyes.The little girl's eye circles were swollen, presumably from crying for a long time.

"I'm sorry, big sister can't lie to you," I gritted my back teeth, and squeezed the words out with difficulty, "Your father...is indeed a deserter, so the firm can't pay his salary and pension gold."

Yes, no matter how reluctant I am, I must admit this fact.

Wrong is wrong, no matter what the reason is wrong.People who have died must also take corresponding responsibilities for their own mistakes, even if the consequence of taking responsibility is to pass the disaster on to those around him.

The little girl looked at me blankly with red eyes.

I subconsciously avoided her gaze, raised my head and told the young man.

"Find someone to take her home. It's late now. It's not good for children to stay outside."

The author has something to say:

I don’t know if there will be cuties who can’t understand the behavior of the heroine

Although underage, the heroine is already the de facto president of the firm, and every word she utters represents the highest decision of the firm

If you tell the little girl that your father is not a deserter and we will pay wages and pensions, it is equivalent to her taking the initiative to break the rules set by her adoptive father. This is a terrible thing. Many things must have the first time. Second, for example, if you don’t like your job and apply for a transfer, and the leader approves it, maybe your colleagues will apply for the transfer tomorrow. If the leader doesn’t approve it, it will be biased. If the leader approves it, the whole unit will be in chaos, so this situation is true. difficult to handle

And the heroine has not obtained the legal inheritance right of the firm (the inheritance right is still in the hands of the adoptive mother, but the adoptive mother does not participate in heroic activities), if she takes the initiative to break the rules set by the adoptive father, it will cause considerable damage to her prestige in the firm Influence, the people in the firm are willing to wait for her to grow up and take over the firm because of her adoptive father's face, not hers. The heroine is not sure if there is anyone who is willing to support her after she makes a decision against her adoptive father's will, she dare not go take the risk

That's right, I'm just forcing the heroine to grow up, some things always have to go through (.