1372 Whos There? 5 (1/2)

”Yes, that's right. I'm the one keeping the accounts. But, they've been destroyed by the fire now.” Speaking of this, a melancholic look swept past Fu Jin's face.

It seemed as if his heart was aching terribly, but he kept a straight face on and did not reveal any hint of it at all.

Not only that, he even pulled out a chair and sat in front of Nian Xiaomu as he started to talk to her.

”Vice-President Nian may not know, but our factory didn't used to be like this. When the elderly head was around, the factory was bustling with people and business was really good. The products our factory produced were also very popular, and we reaped huge profits. Back then, not just myself, but many others could hardly cope with the work. But, now…”

Fu Jin let out a sigh, his gaze turning sullen.

In just a matter of three years, everything had changed.

”So, does that mean you remember what the accounts were like last time?” Nian Xiaomu asked cautiously with an expectant gaze.

After all, Manager Hong wasn't the accountant and even if he jotted down some of the accounts, he would not have remembered them as well as a professional accountant like Fu Jin.

”Of course, the accounts in the factory were recorded by me. I wouldn't dare claim to remember those from a long time ago, but if it is just for the last six months, I should have at least an 80 percent memory of it!”

As an employee of the Mo Corporation, there was no way one could take on a huge responsibility if he or she had no skills at all.

The reason Fu Jin had stayed in his position for such a long time was that he was good with numbers and had never made a mistake with the accounts.

Nian Xiaomu remembered Manager Hong mentioning this to her previously.

Now that Fu Jin himself had affirmed this, this dispelled some worries Nian Xiaomu had.

She found a pen and paper from the table and made Fu Jin write down all the accounts he could remember.

When she was passing him the pen, she realized that Fu Jin's left hand was injured.

”It's fine, it's just a small injury. The day I came back was coincidentally the day that the factory was on fire. When I rushed over, the accounting office was already on fire. I was worried that there were important documents inside, so I was too eager to extinguish the flames and I accidentally got burnt.”

Fu Jin paused for a moment, and let out a bitter laugh as a layer of mist started to form in his eyes.