Chapter 1,372 Who Is There? (Five)

Chapter 1372 Who is there? (5)

"Yes, that's right, I keep the account books, but now they are all destroyed by fire." When Fu Jin said this, a trace of sadness flashed across his face.

It looks very heartbreaking.

It's hard to see any flaws.

Not only that, he also stretched out his hand to pull out a chair, sat in front of Nian Xiaomu, and spoke proactively.

"Vice President Nian may not know that our factory was not like this before. When my old boss was here, the factory was very lively and the business was very good. The products from our factory were very popular and the revenue was huge. At that time, more than one of my accountants , several people are too busy, but now..."

Fu Jin sighed, his eyes dimming.

In just three years, everything has changed.

"So, do you remember the previous accounts?" Nian Xiaomu asked tentatively, with expectation in his eyes.

After all, Factory Director Hong is not a financial accountant. Even if he can record some accounts, he will definitely not remember as much as a professional accountant like Fu Jin.

"Of course, all the accounts in the factory are handled by me. I dare not say anything about it, but I still have a 70% to 80% impression of the accounts for the past six months!"

If the employees of the Mo Group don't have any skills, they won't be able to take the lead alone.

The reason why Fu Jin can stay in office is because he is sensitive to numbers and has never made any mistakes in the accounts he handles.

Director Hong mentioned this to Nian Xiaomu.

Now that he heard Fu Jin say this, Nian Xiaomu was relieved of some doubts.

He found paper and pen from the table and asked Fu Jin to write down everything he remembered.

When he handed the pen to him, he discovered that Fu Jin's left hand was injured.

"It's okay, just a minor injury. On the day I came back, there happened to be a fire in the factory. When I arrived, the finance room was already on fire. I was worried about the important documents inside and rushed to put out the fire, so I accidentally got burned."

Fu Jin paused, his eyes filled with mist, and said with a wry smile.

"I won't make you laugh if I tell you this. I joined the Mo Group as soon as I graduated.

Later, I was sent to a garment factory and stayed here for so many years. I have a deep affection for this place and almost regard it as my home. "

"..."

Nian Xiaomu still vividly remembers the tragedy of that day.

Many workers in the factory had burned themselves because they were anxious to put out the fire, and Nian Xiaomu still felt sad thinking about it.

Seeing Fu Jin's injured left hand again, my doubts about him were completely dispelled.

"Fu Jin, let me tell you the truth, the account books in the factory are very important to me, so I hope you can help me recall them as much as possible, especially every large-amount transaction you have handled in the past three years."

"I understand, don't worry, I remember everything!" Fu Jin said, took the pen in her hand, lowered his head and began to remember.

It was quiet in the lounge.

Just the two of them.

Fu Jin was re-doing the accounts, so Nian Xiaomu didn't want to disturb him, so he simply stood up and walked around to see if he would make any new discoveries.

But she looked around the entire lounge and found nothing.

Remembering that Fu Jin had been lying on the table writing for a long time, she took a bottle of mineral water from the side and walked up to hand it to him.

"Take a rest first and write later."

"I'm almost done..." Fu Jin responded subconsciously, reaching out to take her water. He stretched out his left hand, then remembered that his hand was injured, so he changed it to his right hand.

"I'll help you unscrew the bottle cap." Nian Xiaomu took back the mineral water, unscrewed the cap and handed it to him.

Fu Jin had already written down the last number and raised his head excitedly.

"It's all written!"