When the phone screen lit up, I was staring at the financial statements in the conference room.
"Dear customer, the balance of your account with the last number 8888 is: 30,000.00 Yuan."
Thirty thousand.
The company my father left behind only has this little money left in its account. It's not enough to pay employees next month's salary.
"Mr. Lu, why don't we file for bankruptcy liquidation?" The financial director whispered, "At least we can keep the house in your name."
I stared at the string of numbers for a long time, and suddenly felt like a joke. A month ago I was known as the "daughter of the Lu family", but now I can't even afford the social security payment for the company's cleaning lady next month.
"Give me another week," I said.
The conference room was quiet for a few seconds, and then everyone sighed. I know what they want to say. They want to say that your father has run away, how can you hold on? But I didn't give them a chance to speak, I stood up and walked out of the office.
When I got home, I locked myself in the bedroom and dug out the old computer I used to write online articles three years ago.
It's embarrassing to say. When I was in college, I was somewhat famous as a writer. I serialized two suspense romance books, and at the height of my popularity, I was earning over 10,000 yuan a month. Later, when I was with Shen Mo, he said that writing this was too tiring and asked me to concentrate on being the eldest daughter of the Lu family. I really put this matter aside.
