Chapter 1372

"Yes, that's right. I keep all the books, but they're all gone now." Fu Jin said that, a trace of sadness crossed his face.

Looks like it's heartache.

But it's invisible.

Not only that, he also stretched out his hand to pull a chair, sat in front of the young mu, said voluntarily.

"Vice President Nian may not know that our factory was not like this before. When the owner of our factory was there, the factory was very busy and the business was very good. The products we went out of the factory were very popular and the income was rich. At that time, not only one of my financial staff was busy, but now..."

Fu Jin sighed and her eyes became dim.

In just three years, everything has changed.

"So, do you remember the old accounts?" Young Mu asks tentatively, with expectation in his eyes.

After all, director Hong is not a financial person. Even if he can record some accounts, he certainly can't remember as much as Fu Jin.

"Of course, the accounts in the factory are all out by my hand. I dare not say it far away, but I still have an impression of 70-80% of the accounts in this small half year!"

If the employees of Mohist group have no ability, they can't choose the main beam alone.

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

Director Hong mentioned this to Nian Xiaomu.

Now hearing Fu Jin's own saying, Nian Xiaomu dispels some doubts in his mind.

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

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

"It's OK, minor injury. The day I came back, there was a fire in the factory. When I arrived, the finance office was already burning. I was worried about the important documents in it. I was in a hurry to put out the fire. I was accidentally burned."

Fu Jindun, eyes a trace of mist, wry smile way.

"I'm not afraid of your jokes. As soon as I graduated, I joined the Mohist group. Later, I was sent to the clothing factory. I've been here for so many years. I have deep feelings for this place. I'm going to take it as my home."

“……”

That day's miserable situation, the year small Mu also remembers.

Many workers in the factory burned themselves because they were in a hurry to put out the fire. Nian Xiaomu was still upset when he thought of it.

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

"Fu Jin, I'll tell you the truth, the account books in the factory are very important to me, so I hope you can help me to remember as much as possible, especially every big deal you handled in these three years."

"I understand. Don't worry. I remember it all!" Fu Jin said, took the pen in her hand, looked down and began to remember.

It's quiet in the lounge.

Only two of them.

Fu Jin is making a new account. Nian Xiaomu doesn't want to disturb him. He just stands up and walks around to see if he can find something new.

But she went through the rest room, nothing.

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

"Take a break and write later."

"I'm almost finished..." Fu Jin's subconscious answer was to reach for her water. His left hand stretched out, remembering that he had hurt his hand, he replaced it with his right.

"I'll screw the cap for you." In, Xiaomu collected the mineral water, unscrewed the lid and handed it to him.

Fu Jin has written down the last number and looks up excitedly.

"It's all written!"