C9 Who Doesn't Want to Go Home

Zhang Xiaojian's thin gold letter of resignation swept across the table, looking very eye-catching: The world is so big, I want to go home.

Going home, who doesn't want to? It's just too extravagant for these poor losers.

Skinny Monkey felt that his eyes were somewhat moist. He could not remember how long it had been since he had last returned.

Thirteen months, maybe fourteen.

It wasn't that he didn't want to go back, it was because he was distressed over the money he had spent at home.

The taxi fare, not to mention the sleeper, was still over three hundred yuan, which was enough for his daughter's kindergarten expenses for a month.

After all, his family felt that he had to buy two sets of clothes no matter what he did outside. He didn't dare to wear the clothes as specified by the stall, and it would at least cost him four to five hundred yuan. Two sets of clothes costed several thousand yuan.

If you buy it yourself, you can't not buy it for your wife and children. It's not easy for your wife at home.

In fact, these hardships didn't matter at all. It was just like his wife had said on the phone. The most difficult thing to endure during the day was the night. It was a long night. Was he really unable to sleep alone?

Actually, the people outside were the same as well. Especially when they were thinking about that matter, it was truly torturous.

Going home was also a dream. Although everyone had their own thoughts, there was nothing they could do about it.

The resignation letter finally stopped in front of the boss. The boss looked at the letter and was stunned. He then grabbed the letter and covered his face and cried bitterly.

Everyone was dumbfounded, thinking, "Why is the boss, with such a vicious heart, a beast, crying today? Could it be that he has some sort of ruthless move to use?"

It was not only Zhang Xiaojian who felt that the boss's strange actions were inconceivable, but even the others, who usually had their heads lowered in submission while looking like a servant, couldn't understand why the boss was crying today.

Zhang Xiaojian watched on coldly from the side, not forgetting to take out a box for himself. He chose one and threw the rest to his brothers who were fighting together with him in the past.

Towards Zhang Xiaojian trying to smoke in Nanjing, Brother Wang was so shocked that his mouth could hardly close. Although he normally hated this calf that fought against him everywhere, it was still the first time he smoked such a good cigarette and he could not let this brat get away with it. Thus, he shamelessly took one cigarette, lit it up and took a deep breath.

In the midst of the smoke, the boss suddenly stopped crying and asked, "Who is it in Nanjing?"

Zhang Xiaojian wanted to laugh, but held back.

The owner could not wait any longer, so he grabbed one and lit it, then took a long drag.

Towards this level of cigarettes, a little boss like him, who seemed very mighty, would simply not be willing to part with it.

Only if he went to visit some big customer, would he be able to buy a pack and store it in the freezer. Only then would he be able to take one out. He would draw the last part of the filter each time before reluctantly throwing it away.

"Bro, have you gotten rich?" The boss squinted his eyes and looked at Zhang Xiaojian.

This expression made everyone even more certain that the boss had an even more insidious move behind him, and they all became nervous again.

Zhang Xiaojian smiled and did not answer, he was enigmatic and unfathomable.

"If you get rich, don't forget about us old brothers." The boss spoke with a sincere expression, as if they had once crossed the river together, carrying guns.

"I'm tired, I want to go home. It's always floating outside, and it feels a little shaky. " Zhang Xiaojian was very vague.

The shop owner forcefully blinked his eyes, some murky tears on his face.

The boss coughed and said, "Being in the martial arts world and being unable to control myself, I've already f * cking forgotten what my daughter looks like."

"Boss, your home isn't here." Brother Wang was a bit curious.

"Bullsh * t, the houses here cost tens of thousands for a square meter, I can afford it." The boss sighed.

"Actually, I'm the same as you guys. Who doesn't want their wife and children to get heated up? But where does the money come from? There's nothing we can do about it." The boss puffed on his cigarette as if he were a victim.

A trace of sympathy actually rolled through Zhang Xiaojian's heart. These days, it was not easy for anyone, he only saw wolves eat meat, and he did not see wolves getting beaten up.

"The holiday will last for a week. From tomorrow onwards, I will reimburse you all for the travel expenses." the boss said fiercely.

"Really." Skinny Monkey jumped up, almost shouting 'Long live Boss'.

"Really. To be honest, I miss home too. I miss my child's mother." The boss smiled shyly.

Zhang Xiaojian was a little touched, all the hatred he had towards the boss previously vanished.

The boss picked up Zhang Xiaojian's resignation report and folded it in half. Then, he walked in front of Zhang Xiaojian and said: "I'll pretend I didn't see this.

The skinny monkey used all his might to kick Zhang Xiaojian. His intention was clear, he was not going to say anything yet.

"I really want to go home. I'm not coming back." Zhang Xiaojian laughed.

The boss let out a long sigh and said, "You're a talent, and I've really wronged you. If there's a good place, you can leave. After all, there's no such thing as an endless banquet."

The boss was sad, causing Zhang Xiaojian to feel a little reluctant.

"I'll treat everyone to a drink tonight. The best restaurant, how's the Delicious Restaurant?" Zhang Xiaojian was a little impulsive, and immediately after he finished speaking, his heart ached because he wouldn't be able to come down after eating at least three to five thousand meals at that place.

"Let me do it." The boss said.

"I came to leave a bit of a nostalgic feeling for everyone before I left." Zhang Xiaojian laughed.

"Since that's the case, there's no need to spend too much money. The barbecue by the roadside is also not bad, how about it?" The boss said.

The colleagues nodded, because the roadside barbecue could be considered luxurious for them.

"I'm going to get you the money the dividend company owes." Zhang Xiaojian said.

Initially, he did not want to interfere in this matter. However, the actions of his boss today had moved him a little. Actually, there were no good people or bad people.

"If it's inconvenient for you, then I'll head over. I'm leaving tomorrow, shouldn't I make some preparations?" The boss was very polite.

"No need. It will only take an hour." Zhang Xiaojian said.

The security guard Guang Li quickly ran over. Just as he was about to open the door, he saw Zhang Xiaojian getting out of the car with a face full of shock, and said, "Brother Zhang, we're rich."

Zhang Xiaojian laughed, threw him a cigarette, and said: "I didn't forget about it."

Guangli didn't understand what was meant by not forgetting, because he hadn't finished primary school yet. He rubbed his head, but he knew that the price of the Supreme Nanjing in his hands was not cheap.

Upstairs in the office, a woman wearing a qipao had already spotted Zhang Xiaojian, and revealed a faint smile.

"Looks like this kid has finally struck it rich." The woman mumbled.

There was a soft knock at the door, and the woman whispered, "Come in."

"Sis, you seem to be more and more beautiful." Zhang Xiaojian said with a faint smile.

"Smooth talker, did you come over to ask for money?" the woman asked.