At the Monday meeting, everyone moved small benches and sat in line according to departments to the main entrance, facing the square. Speak one by one in order. Then through the microphone and loudspeaker, everyone made a generous statement, and the crowd was passionate, and the performance really couldn't be more real, how bold people are, and how prolific the land is.

This kind of farce was staged from time to time, and later the uncle of the nearby residential building was overwhelmed and resolutely called the police. The farce was able to end, and no longer set up a stage to "sing a big show" in the square in front of the door. I went to the nearby Qiaotou Park Square and drove a few times, but there were few onlookers, and finally the flag died down, and the pledge meeting was held back to the building. That's all for later.

As long as the meeting says that the sales profit target is double-growing, and the store manager says to ensure that it is achieved, we will take the department as the unit, and the industry manager will chant the slogan in front, and the employees below will shout: ensure that it is achieved. It will be done. We will win, we will win! The sound of chanting slogans came and went. It's as if the louder the slogan is shouted, the better the performance will be completed.

I just finished shouting and sat back down on my little bench. Raise your hand to wipe the sweat from your forehead, the weather is still very hot in early August. The phone suddenly buzzed.

When my second brother called, I bent down, picked up the phone, lowered my voice and whispered: I have a meeting.

Dad is gone. The second brother's crying voice came.

What?! You repeat? I subconsciously amplified the sound.

Everyone looked at me, my mind went blank, I went to deliver dumplings five days ago, and my dad was fine.

Come back soon. The second brother urged.

Good. I dropped the phone and shook my head, trying to clear myself up.

Since every meeting is first super inside and then super outside, first super outside and then super outside, I am the last to speak, and now the store manager continues to speak on it.

I got up and handed the bench to the staff, bent down to the assistant store manager, and whispered in her ear: My dad has passed away, and I have to take leave to go home.

The deputy store manager was stunned for a moment, nodded hurriedly and said: Okay!

I turned around and left, calling my husband first. I rode home first to get the money. Went straight to my dad's house.

My father walked in his sleep, at the age of eighty-eight, he has always been very strong, except for the old problem of walking with his legs and feet, there has been no other problem. It's getting thinner day by day, and if you eat a little more, you will have diarrhea. As I get older, my digestion and absorption ability is getting worse and worse.

When the second brother went to the morning market to buy groceries, his father had already passed away.

The eldest brother and father lived in the front and back buildings, and came once a day in the morning and evening to help with work and take out the garbage. Dad has been fine, and there has been no abnormality.

Big brother, I'm wiping and cleaning my father's body. The second brother went to make a posthumous portrait and buy corresponding funeral items.

I called and asked for the number to come to the funeral home. After the eldest brother dressed his father in old clothes, he called the funeral home.

When the doctor's second brother came back, he said with a sad look that his father should have died of cerebral infarction according to the symptoms.

The second brother is going to issue a death certificate. My brothers and I rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find my father's household registration book and ID card. Everything was too sudden, and although we had a certain amount of mental preparation, we still couldn't accept it when it came to the end.

The hearse from the funeral home came quickly, and the second brother took out two boxes of Yuxi and stuffed them to the driver, asking him to have as few bumps on the road as possible.

The eldest brother has been in a state of confusion, and only remembers that he needs to drive to the funeral home by himself, and everyone has a car to come back. In the blink of an eye, it was gone. Dad's body needs to be transported downstairs to the car.

The second brother and my husband were left at my father's house, which opened the north and south windows widely, helplessly messy in the wind. I hurriedly called my second brother, but I didn't answer, it's really strange.

The hearse driver came with his own empty man, and made it clear that he would not help with any money given for this kind of thing, and he talked about it.

The second brother said don't call. I raised my head and walked to the front, the two of you raised your feet, one side to the back, the second floor, my father is not sinking, I am alone on weekdays, and it is enough for three people to carry it.

I said, okay, my own father, I'm fine. The key is that you can't find someone else for this matter, let alone find someone now, and the hearse won't keep waiting.

Slow down, no problem. Remember, no matter what, just don't let it go. The husband added.

As the old saying goes, when you get old, whoever you like will get help, maybe it's true. My second brother and I, who were excellent in learning and loved by our parents, have always been the pride of our parents. Sent away my mother, and this time sent away my father.

Big brother, my mother's white people are out of town, and when they come back, they are already the first seven. Dad, this time, he didn't catch up with the farewell by mistake, and it really has his own providence in the dark.

New things are done, everything is simple, a professional white affairs host is hired, everything is arranged by him, and now the mourning hall is located in the funeral home. Including the funeral and burial ceremonies, the host is responsible. All we have to do is pay for it.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye, and Dad left neatly without any explanation. We had to clean it up ourselves. It just so happens that the three brothers have always been harmonious, my father has never been superstitious, and the eldest brother is most like his father, and there are no taboos.

I happen to have one more day off this week, plus bereavement leave, and I still owe so much rest before, and I still have annual leave.

But the phone rang in the evening, and the assistant store manager called.

First he expressed his condolences, and then he asked me when I would go to work, and the bereavement leave was full.

I said, "Sister, today is my normal rest this week." I still owe time and annual leave.

The annual leave must be declared in advance, and the regional group in the store has been approved, so that it can be taken. At present, it is a good time to attract investment, and we will not let it be returned.

I was speechless, sister, this is the leave owed to me by the store for me to work overtime, not to the store. I have something to ask the store to return what it owes me, and I can't pay it back?! It's unreasonable! I said angrily.

It's not the store manager, it's my opinion, and it has nothing to do with the store manager. The assistant store manager explained.

A guilty person gives himself away by conspicuously protesting his innocence.

Okay, I got it, I'll go to work tomorrow. I dropped the phone. Iron blushed. I knew that the store manager must be next to the assistant store manager, forcing her to make a phone call and do something that was not done by people.

My brothers noticed my abnormality. What's wrong? Something?

It's okay! I'm going to work tomorrow and urging me to get to work.

Go ahead, we're both here, I don't need you.

It's okay, then you two have worked hard and are so tired.

I want to be just right, concentrate on a good fight.

The next day, when I arrived at the store, I pushed the door straight into the manager's room. Tell the colleague who is reporting to the store manager inside.,Excuse me.,Go out first.,I'll talk to the store manager about something.。。

My colleague looked at my pale face, was stunned for a moment, seemed to understand something, smiled and nodded and got up to leave. The assistant store manager who was sitting next to him also got up, walked out quickly, and closed the door with his hand.

Are you looking for me? I pulled out the chair across from the manager, sat down, and asked bluntly.