"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.
Look, very heartbroken.
But people can't see any flaws.
Not only that, he also stretched out his hand to pull a chair, sat in front of Nian Xiaomu, and said proactively.
"Vice President Nian may not know that our factory was not like this before. When the old owner was here, the factory was very lively and the business was very good. The products produced in our factory were very popular and the income was huge. At that time, not only my financial manager , several people are too busy, but now..."
Fu Jin sighed, his eyes dimmed.
In just three years, everything has changed.
"So, you remember the previous accounts?" Nian Xiaomu asked tentatively, with anticipation in his eyes.
After all, Director Hong is not a financial accountant. Even if he can record some accounts, he certainly can't remember as many as a professional accountant like Fu Jin.
"Of course, the accounts in the factory are all handed out by me, so I dare not say, but I still have a 70% to 80% impression of the accounts in the past six months!"
If the employees of the Mohs Group don't have any skills, they can't take the lead alone.
The reason why Fu Jin was able to stay in the post was because he was sensitive to numbers and never made any mistakes in the accounts he handled.
Director Hong mentioned this to Nian Xiaomu.
Now that he heard Fu Jin himself say that, Nian Xiaomu dispelled some doubts in his heart.
He found a pen and paper from the table and asked Fu Jin to write down everything he remembered.
When he handed the pen to him, he found that Fu Jin's left hand was injured.
"It's okay, a small injury. On the day I came back, there happened to be a fire in the factory. When I arrived, the financial room was already on fire. I was worried about the important documents inside, so I rushed to put out the fire, and I accidentally burned myself."
Fu Jin paused, with mist in his eyes, and said with a wry smile.
"I'm not afraid of your jokes. I joined the Mo Group as soon as I graduated, and was later sent to a garment factory. I have stayed here for so many years. I have deep feelings for this place, and I almost regard it as my home. gone."
"..."
Nian Xiaomu still vividly remembered the tragic situation that day.
Many workers in the factory burned themselves because they rushed to put out the fire, and Nian Xiaomu still felt sour when he thought about it.
Seeing Fu Jin's injured left hand again, his doubts about him were completely dispelled.
"Fu Jin, let me tell you the truth, the books in the factory are very important to me, so I hope you can help me recall as much as possible, especially in the past three years, every large-value transaction you have handled."
"I understand, don't worry, I remember everything!" Fu Jin said, took the pen in her hand, bowed his head and began to recall.
It was very quiet in the lounge.
Just the two of them.
Fu Jin was redoing the accounts, so Nian Xiaomu didn't want to disturb him, so he simply stood up and walked around to see if he had any new discoveries.
But she looked around the entire lounge, but there was nothing.
But remembering that Fu Jin had been writing on the desk for a long time, she took a bottle of mineral water from the side, stepped forward and handed it to him.
"Take a break first, and write later."
"I'm almost finished writing..." Fu Jin replied subconsciously, stretched out his hand to catch her water, stretched out his left hand, remembered that his hand was injured, and replaced it with his right hand.
"I'll unscrew the cap for you." Nian Xiaomu took the mineral water back, 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!"