When Nian Xiaomu finished speaking, she turned around and went into her office.
When the secretary brought all the information to her office, she immediately took it in front of her and started to read it.
The finance room of the garment factory had been burnt down in the fire, all the information had been scrapped, and now all that was left were the accounts in the group’s headquarters.
Although she could not find out what was wrong by comparing them, at least she could see how the garment factory had operated in the past three years.
There was only one hour before the meeting was due to start at nine o’clock.
Three years of accounts was a very large concept of information, and it was definitely too late to read them all, so Nian Xiaomu could only pick the key points to read first.
Mo Eternal did not have an official position in the Mo Group, but at least he had been in the group for so many years, Mo Kun could stop his internal authority, but he could not stop him from attending the shareholders’ meeting.
It’s just that his current status is awkward, and I’m afraid he won’t be able to help Nian Xiaomu much at the meeting.
So as soon as he received the notice of the meeting, Mo Eternal rushed to the group first and entered Nian Xiaomu’s office.
“If there’s anything you don’t understand, you can ask me now.”
“……”
Nian Xiaomu was having a headache at a pile of dense numbers when he saw Mo Eternal, and without hesitation, he pulled him to his side and threw a stack of information at him.
“Take a look at it for me, then tally up these few results and report them directly to me.”
“Good.”
Mo Eternal glanced at the request she had written on the slip of paper, and dryly began to go through the information for her.
Two people were much faster than one, but time was still too tight.
Nine o’clock soon arrived.
When he walked out of the office, Mo Eternal didn’t say anything, just patted Nian Xiaomu’s shoulder, “Just do your best.”
“Mm.”
Nian Xiaomu clutched the documents and went into the conference room.
The first conference room of Mo’s group was the place where the shareholders’ meeting was held regularly.
The crystal chandelier at the top was resplendent with light.
In front of the oval conference table, a microphone was placed, along with flowers and tea and meeting folders that the secretary had placed long ago.
When the time came, the shareholders were seated one after another.
Most of the shareholders of Mo’s Group were from the Mo family.
accounting for over eighty percent of the shares, with only a small number of loose shares moving around the exchange.
The shareholders present at today’s meeting are basically familiar faces, having met each other last time at the Mo family villa.
Mo Kun was the convener of the meeting, but came the latest.
He waited until everyone was seated before he arrived late and walked to the front of the meeting and sat down at the President’s seat.
As soon as he sat down, he asked the secretary to give out additional documents to everyone.
“This is the report that has just come out from the media, the fire at the garment factory has become widely known, the reason for asking everyone to come here at this time is that I hope all shareholders will agree to my proposal to close the garment factory!”
A garment factory that has just experienced a fire, even if they are willing to spend a lot of money to rebuild it, how many people can feel comfortable buying the things they make?
Can the employees overcome their psychological shadows and get back to work immediately?
Moreover, under Mo Kun’s manipulation, what all the shareholders present heard was that the garment factory’s profits were declining year on year.
This situation, and the occurrence of an accident, was widely reported by the media as a problem such as negligence in the management of the Mo Group, and there were not a few shareholders who agreed to close the garment factory.
Seeing that the shareholders were nodding, Mo Kun raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction.
His eyes fell on Nian Xiaomu, who had been sullen and silent, and his eyes narrowed, “Vice President Nian, what do you think?”
At his words, Nian Xiaomu lifted his head and met his smug gaze with a single word.
“I don’t agree! Not only do I disagree with closing the garment factory, I want to rebuild it immediately!”
