"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.