Such an atmosphere makes people feel silently sad.
Nian Xiaomu walked forward.
The closer you get to the factory gate, the clearer the stifled cries of those workers.
Several old workers who had spent their whole lives in the garment factory were injured and refused to treat their wounds. They knelt at the factory gate and cried like children.
Director Hong was among them.
When Nian Xiaomu saw him yesterday, he was still wearing work clothes, tidying up the inside and outside of the factory.
Sincerely beg her, don't close the garment factory, they will definitely be able to do a good job in the garment factory.
But in one night, he seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.
There were traces of being smoked on the face, and half of the face was black.
The clothes on his body were also burned, the sleeves and trouser legs were burned, and the skin of his body was also burned, but he refused to bandage it all the time.
Kneeling at the gate of the factory, looking at the ruined garment factory with blank eyes, muttering to himself.
"It's gone, it's gone..."
Hearing his words, Nian Xiaomu's eye sockets felt hot, and she bit her lip to prevent herself from crying.
"Vice President Nian!"
In the crowd, someone noticed Nian Xiaomu and suddenly called out.
Everyone looked in Nian Xiaomu's direction.
When she found out that it was really her, it was like seeing a family member, and she cried out sadly one after another.
There was a child of a worker who grew up in a factory since he was a child. He was only four or five years old, and he was not much older than Xiao Liuliu.
Like a little adult, he walked up to her, raised his head and asked her with tears in his eyes.
"Sister, will we have a home in the future?"
A simple sentence made Nian Xiaomu burst into tears instantly.
Kneel down and take him into your arms.
Wipe his little face dirty by the thick smoke for him.
"Yes! There will definitely be! It doesn't matter if the factory burns down, I promise you, I will find out the cause of the accident and rebuild here, so that the craftsmanship you love will not be lost, and you will not be homeless!"
Nian Xiaomu led the little boy, stood up from the ground, looked at all the workers at the factory gate, and made a solemn promise.
Hearing her words, the gray eyes of the workers who were crying just now became bright.
Full of surprises, he stood up from the ground and surrounded her.
"Vice President Nian, is what you said true? You will really help us rebuild the factory, don't you let the factory close?"
After the fire, they all hated their powerlessness.
I can only watch helplessly as the factory burns down.
Those workers who would not shed tears easily no matter how hard or difficult they were, cried like children for the first time.
Now that they heard Nian Xiaomu promised that they would rebuild the factory, they all wiped away their tears and looked at her excitedly.
So did Director Hong, who was in a daze just now.
The moment he saw Nian Xiaomu appear, he thought he was about to hear the news that the factory was going to close down, but unexpectedly...
Director Hong hurriedly got up from the ground, ignoring the pain on his body, and squeezed in front of Nian Xiaomu.
The old man looked at her with tears in his eyes.
"Vice President Nian, what did you just say? Are you willing to rebuild the factory?"
"Yes! The factory burned down. I feel your sadness, remorse and reluctance, but now is not the time to be sad. The factory will not catch fire suddenly, and it will burn so fast. You are the factory manager, and you can't be the first to fall down. Now, we must protect everyone, first check to see who is injured, treat the wound quickly, and then cooperate with relevant departments to investigate the cause of the accident!"