The word "why" sounded in everyone else's doubts.
Fu Jin had worked in the clothing factory for many years; he was honest, loyal, and capable.
Everyone else in the factory respected him.
Especially during this period of time, when he brainstormed with everybody to improve the craft of the tie-dye art to increase the profits, just so they could convince Mo Kun to keep the factory.
Everyone else had seen his efforts. As such, no one ever suspected him.
"Why exactly?!" With red-rimmed eyes, Manager Hong howled in a deep voice.
Fu Jin's hands trembled at the sound of his roars and he nearly dropped the knife.
He narrowed his eyes and retorted, "Don't stare at me with such a gaze. It's every man for himself! Do you all really think that the clothing factory could be revived purely with everyone's efforts? The organization had wanted to close down the factory a long time ago, I knew it would happen sooner or later. I was merely planning for my own future, how am I wrong?"
