Tech Dominator Starts with Raising Kids-Chapter 373: Murder Weapon?

"Hey, hey, hey, look over there."

Sitting at the front desk playing with her phone, Huang Min glanced at the little puppy darting by and said calmly:

"What’s there to see? Just another untouchable guest."

"Just make sure it doesn’t pee in the lobby."

"Huang, what if the puppy pees in the lobby?"

Huang Min choked for a moment, looking at her girlfriends with a face of grievance.

"What else can we do? Quickly get a mop and clean it up."

"You don’t want the boss to come down and mop, do you?"

"Or maybe you’d like to eat dog meat."

"Hehe."

"Asking the obvious, you deserve a beating."

"Ouch, Huang, don’t twist my waist, hahaha."

Accompanying the boss out of the elevator, Xia Xiaomin coughed twice as she passed the front desk.

"Ahem, ahem."

Seeing this, Huang Min and her girlfriends were suddenly startled.

Oh my, why did the boss come down?

Fortunately, the boss didn’t say anything and went straight out the door, with the little puppy hopping and skipping behind.

"Where’s the boss going?"

Huang Min rolled her eyes at her girlfriends and said:

"Where else? Today the kindergarten is holding a singing and painting competition, naturally the boss is going to the kindergarten."

Her girlfriends nodded in deep agreement.

"Probably, given how much the boss dotes on Candy."

Inside the kindergarten, Candy, who had just had her makeup done by the teacher, was lying by the window, constantly looking at the door.

Her little eyebrows furrowed.

"Why hasn’t brother arrived yet? The competition is about to start."

While Candy was frowning, a familiar figure appeared before her eyes.

"Brother."

Candy quickly ran out of the classroom to greet her brother.

Picking up Candy who ran all the way, Mo Jingchun looked at Candy’s rosy cheeks with makeup and laughed heartily:

"Yo, you even put on makeup."

"Uh-huh."

The next second, her proud face turned into one full of expectations as she asked:

"Do I look good?"

Mo Jingchun held back his laughter and said, "Yes, of course, you look great."

"After Guoguo goes on stage, I’ll record it for you."

"When you grow up, I’m sure you’ll be grateful to have these childhood memories."

"Uh-huh, definitely."

Hearing her brother’s promise to record, the little one agreed without a second thought.

Little did she know, Candy might end up chasing her brother to destroy the footage years later.

On the kindergarten playground, many parents had already arrived.

Unless they were particularly busy and couldn’t take time off, otherwise, they were all there.

Looking at row after row of little stools, Mo Jingchun couldn’t help but ponder.

Aren’t those meant for the kids?

Principal, are you sure we adults won’t break the little stools if we sit on them for long?

Under the principal’s expectant gaze, Mo Jingchun gently sat down.

After testing the strength, confirming it wouldn’t break, Mo Jingchun sat down with relief.

Meanwhile, Candy was dragged back to class by the teacher, though what was being taught inside was a mystery.

About ten minutes later, the kids from the small class sat down at the top under the teacher’s guidance.

Then came the middle class, followed by the big class.

Fortunately, the weather was nice today, with the sun warming our bodies.

Not too hot, not too cold, perfect for sunbathing.

"Good morning, parents and children."

"Let’s warmly welcome Mo Jingchun, founder of Candy Technology, who is here to guide us."

Applause erupted.

Sitting on a little stool, Candy clapped with great enthusiasm as she looked at her brother.

Her little hands turned red, but her face was filled with pride.

It seemed as though the teacher wasn’t referring to Candy’s brother, but to Candy herself.

"Next, we have the adorable little ones from Class 1 performing a cheerful dance, ’A Flock of Ducks Swims Under the Bridge at the Doorstep.’

A bunch of little ones, dressed in yellow duck costumes, waddled onto the stage like ducks.

You might think it’s childish? No, no, no, it’s quite funny.

Especially the little yellow duck wiping its tears yet sticking with the troupe.

Hahaha.

Performing while crying, isn’t it amusing?

Indeed, the kindergarten performance programs are full of joy.

In the following performances, everyone laughed non-stop.

Little snoozes, running noses, all sorts of little antics on stage.

If the clumsy little artist happens to be your child, parents cover their faces in helplessness.

No doubt, Candy’s Class 2 took first place without controversy.

In the subsequent painting competition, Mo Jingchun was surprised to find that many kids were incredibly skilled at drawing.

Every casual stroke formed a perfect curve.

It’s natural that Mo Jingchun couldn’t draw such curves; there’s no shame in that.

No one can be good at everything.

"Brother, Sister Xiang’Er is amazing at painting. The teacher often praises her."

Watching Xiang’Er paint seriously on stage, Mo Jingchun nodded in approval.

Before the big picture came out, Mo Jingchun couldn’t tell what she was planning to draw.

It was only later that Mo Jingchun realized it was a landscape painting.

Xiang’Er’s painting talent was just a tad less impressive than Candy’s musical talent.

After all, Candy could affect a person’s mood with her music.

In a long alleyway, Guo Yunxiang was pale.

He had killed someone.

Killed someone.

Guo Yunxiang looked at his right hand, dazed.

Just then, the sound of police sirens echoed from outside.

Turns out, a kind-hearted person saw him being dragged into the alley and called the police.

Should I run?

But it was self-defense... right?

It should be... right?

How was I to know the other person was so weak?

"He still has a pulse. Quickly call the emergency center."

Guo Yunxiang was restrained, offering no resistance.

"Boss, something happened." Xia Xiaomin whispered urgently in Mo Jingchun’s ear.

"Someone used our intelligent bionic limb to beat someone into the hospital, who is now in a coma."

"If it were any harder, it might not just be a coma, but death."

Mo Jingchun looked at Xia Xiaomin gravely, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, it happened just twenty minutes ago."

"Boss, this matter is already circulating online."

"Some are saying Candy Technology’s intelligent bionic limb is a criminal tool."

Criminal tool? Mo Jingchun’s face instantly turned livid.

Damn ’criminal tool’.

These media folks will say anything for traffic.

Looks like the previous crackdown wasn’t harsh enough.

"Back to the office."

Mo Jingchun got up and left immediately.

A group of parents and teachers watched in bewilderment as the boss left just like that.

On the way, Mo Jingchun gradually calmed down.

"Have the legal department gather evidence."

"Leave no one out."

PS: Thanks to Wuxianzhi’s wandering, book friend 20180606151817111, Hongmeng Zilian, Zhutiwanjie Shikongzhilin, Qinshiyoulan, Xia Mulinyu, Ruzuo Zhenzhan for your reward and support.