"Yes, that's right, I kept the ledgers, but now they are all burned by fire." When Fu Jin said this, a trace of sadness passed through his face.

It seems, it hurts.

But people can't see the slightest flaw.

Not only that, but he also stretched out his hand and pulled a chair, sat in front of Nian Xiaomu, and took the initiative to say.

"The vice president may not know that our factory was not like this before, when the old master was there, the factory was very lively, the business was very good, the products out of our factory were very popular, and the income was rich, at that time, not only one of my finances, several people were too busy, but now it is ......."

Fu Jin sighed, his eyes darkened.

In just three years, everything has changed.

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

After all, Director Hong is not a treasurer, even if he can record some accounts, he will definitely not remember as much as a professional finance like Fu Jin.

"Of course, the accounts in the factory are all out through my hands, and I dare not say anything far away, but I still have seven or eight percent of the impressions of the accounts in this small half year!"

If the employees of Moshi Group do not have any ability, there is no way to take the lead alone.

The reason why Fu Jin was able to stay in office was because he was sensitive to numbers, and he never made a mistake in the accounts he handled.

This point was mentioned to Nian Xiaomu by Director Hong.

Now hearing Fu Jin himself say this, Nian Xiaomu dispelled some doubts in his heart.

Retrieve a pen and paper from the table and ask Fu Jin to write down everything he remembers.

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

"It's okay, a small injury, the day I came back, there was a fire in the factory, when I arrived, the financial room was already burning, I was worried about the important documents inside, I was in a hurry to extinguish the fire, and I accidentally burned."

Fu Jin paused, a trace of mist appeared in his eyes, and said with a wry smile.

"I'm not afraid of your jokes when I say it, I joined the Mo's Group as soon as I graduated, and later I was sent to the garment factory, and I have been here for so many years, and I have a deep affection for this place, and I almost regard this place as my home."

“……”

The tragic situation of that day is still vivid in Nian Xiaomu's mind.

How many workers in the factory burned themselves because they were in a hurry to put out the fire, and Nian Xiaomu still felt sour when he thought about it.

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

"Fu Jin, I'll be honest with you, the account books in the factory are very important to me, so I hope you can help me remember as much as possible, especially in the past three years, every large transaction you have handled."

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

It was quiet in the lounge.

It's just the two of them.

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

But she walked through the whole lounge, and there was nothing.

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

"Take a break and write later."

"I'm almost done writing...... Fu Jin subconsciously responded, reaching out to catch her water, his left hand stretched out, remembering that he had an injury on his hand, and replaced it with his right hand.

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

Fu Jin had already written down the last number and looked up excitedly.

"It's all written!"