Chapter 1,379 The Real Murderer! (Six)
Chapter 1379 The real murderer! (6)
When he came to his senses, the bodyguards standing by had swarmed over and subdued him before he could hurt Director Hong!
Grabbed the account from his hand.
"Director Hong!"
Nian Xiaomu ignored the handbook and stepped forward, quickly asking someone to get the medical kit.
The scratch on Director Hong's neck was not deep, but the injury on his hand was serious. Fortunately, his hand had been burned by a fire before, and it was wrapped with gauze to protect him.
Nian Xiaomu simply bandaged him and immediately sent him to the hospital.
As for Fu Jin, who was subdued by the bodyguards, he was now surrounded by workers in the factory.
Everyone's expressions were like they wanted to tear him into pieces!
"There is no need to get your hands dirty for this kind of person and send him to the police station. Of course there will be legal sanctions against him!"
Nian Xiaomu stepped forward, took the account book from the bodyguard's hand, looked at it for a few times, and his eyes changed slightly.
He asked people to look at Fu Jin, then turned around and got into the car to go to the hospital to see Director Hong.
After confirming that Director Hong's hand could be restored and it would not have much impact on her future life, she breathed a sigh of relief and called Mo Yongheng.
Ask him where he is.
"I got Director Hong's handbook, which records a lot of things. I can help us check the accounts!"
"I'll wait for you at the group." Mo Yongheng simply said with shock.
After hanging up the phone, Nian Xiaomu quickly went to the Mo Group.
As soon as she walked to the door, she saw Mo Yongheng waiting there. She briefly told him about the accident that happened in the factory, and finally handed him Director Hong's account.
Mo Yongheng had been looking at the group's financial statements for the past few days after she suggested that there might be a problem with the clothing factory's accounts.
Now when I compare it with Hong Shi's handbook, I can immediately see the difference.
"Although the monthly profit is almost the same as the group's report, it can be recorded according to Director Hong's handbook.
The clothing factory has a large amount of book transactions every month. What is the money used for? "
"You also found something very wrong, didn't you? Didn't you say that Mo Kun has always been yearning for international capital and wanted to lead the Mo Group to change its business model? According to the news Fan Yu heard from abroad, Mo Kun seems to have some businesses of his own outside. , I suspect that he has been using the garment factory to launder money in the past few years, and he is worried about being discovered by us, so he is so anxious to close the garment factory!"
Nian Xiaomu gritted his teeth and said.
Mo Kun has really gone crazy.
Dare to do anything for your own selfish desires!
"If this is really the case, then there must be something wrong with the clothing factory's accounts!" Mo Yongheng said firmly.
After reaching an agreement with Nian Xiaomu, the two of them took their accounts and returned to the office.
Once I started checking the accounts, I spent most of the day checking them.
All the colleagues in the group were off work. Nian Xiaomu was mentally ill and had been sleepy. Yu Yuehan also forcibly took him away. Before leaving, he only had time to remind Mo Yongheng to remember to have dinner.
Mo Yongheng was the only one left in the office.
He had nothing else to do when he went back, so he stayed here and continued to check the unfinished accounts.
Just tiredly, he stretched out his hand to rub his eyebrows, picked up his phone and looked at the time, and found that there were several missed calls on the screen.
They were all called from Zheng Yan.
Just when he was about to call her back, he thought that she should be with Fan Yu at this time, his eyes flashed slightly, and he silently put down the phone.
The next second, footsteps came from the office door.
He turned around warily and saw the voluptuous Zheng Yan in a tight skirt standing behind him, holding a lunch box in her hand...