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Looking at the accounting books littered on the ground, Su Jinxuan stood in a daze, somewhat lost in thought.
She hadn't asked her previous question wanting an answer, instead, she wanted to refute the doubts she had about Mr. Qin in her heart.
She had been ready to dismiss whatever evidence Xu Changtian presented, prepared to tell him, "Words are not proof, perhaps these pieces of evidence are fabricated by you."
But now, she found herself unable to utter those words.
There were too many of them.
Konghua Commerce Association, a regionally sized business enterprise that could be considered medium-sized across the whole of Dayan, had accumulated accounting books over a decade that could be described as piling up like a mountain.
Account books are not something that can be easily forged based on imagination. For every credit, there must be a debit, and these transactions must balance; the inflows and outflows of accounts are verifiable.
