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Cen Jiawen was someone who understood what she wanted. When the wind said that rain was rain, she did so and went to find a cooking lesson to register.

Cen Jiawen maintained her attitude of an unbeatable cockroach and continued to persevere. After a week, at least there wouldn't be a fire in the kitchen.

Apart from the training period, she would only be here once every so often. The training period might come everyday, but she wasn't as famous then as she is now.

… ….

Tian Ke talked to her a few times, saying that ever since the outside world found out about Zhao Feiyan killing everyone, all sorts of directors and agents started to throw out olive branches at her, continuously inviting her to pay them back. Cen Jiawen felt her kidneys ache when she heard about the terrifying agency fee and the salary. As a newcomer in her circle, if this price were to spread, wouldn't it cause a lot of discussion and criticism on the internet?

Tian Ke did not think much of it. Not only did she curry favor with the Cen family, she had also curried favor with Huo Runhan. Just by looking at her fame, she was also considered to be of great commercial value. Even though she had just made her debut, she was still the most popular little flower in the industry.

When she got angry, there was no suspense at all. Wasn't that how the industry's directors looked for actors today? Many female celebrities with high business value could earn a lot of money even if their acting skills were not good? And some who weren't very famous, even if their acting skills were good, they didn't have that much of a resource.

Tian Ke secretly thought that this was the best celebrity that she had ever brought along, and also the biggest one at that.

Cen Jiawen left all of these matters to Tian Ke. She did not want to take on any more TV shows or movies, but she was fine with advertising and things like that. She got tired of waiting in the office and decisively went to the top floor to look for Huo Runhan in the CEO's office.

Yu Qing was no longer surprised to see her here. Miss Cen had been coming up frequently these few days. She politely greeted her and asked the little secretary at the side to serve her well. This made Miss Cen satisfied, and was even more so than the old Hutong who was satisfied to the point that she could make Huo Runhan happy.

Yes, this is what a berserk wife is like.

Cen Jiawen was waiting for him in the office leisurely. Along the way, a minister came to look for Huo Runhan, but Cen Jiawen only waved his hand, and said as if he was the owner: "He went to a meeting, you can wait for a while. How about this, you tell me, I'll tell him later."

The Division Minister thought for a moment, then gave a document to Cen Jiawen, "Miss Cen, this is the report for the previous quarter that Hutong requested."

She raised her eyebrows, put down the Opéra in her hand, opened it and took a look, "Ok, I got it."

What are these densely packed numbers and watches, the army of ants?

It was even more horrifying than that.

… ….

To be honest, these financial men had a brain that was godly enough to understand.

Cen Jiawen continued to enjoy the delicacies, and ate as much as she could, playing with her phone for a while longer, before picking up the document again and looked at it carefully. With that look, it could be said that she was shocked.

This was the financial department's report. Each item in the report was very detailed, and the string of zeros after each amount shocked her. Just the last quarter alone, Hawking's valve had already paid more than 100 million in taxes. Half of Miss Cen's face was twisted, he had tsk-tsked for at least two minutes.

With this ability to pay taxes, the country had to transfer a small gold coin to him.

Cen Jiawen looked at it for a while and decisively understood why Huo Runhan was so generous with his money. With how rich he was, it was more than enough for him to go out and buy a small country.

She thought that Huo Runhan had finished his meeting, and suddenly sat up straight on the sofa. Just as she was about to shout "God of Fortune", she saw Yu Qing, and behind her, was Zhuo Yunhui.

She retracted her gaze, concealing her excitement and smile, and put on another magnificent smile.

"Big Brother Yun Hui, why are you here?"

Zhuo Yunhui looked at her, then looked at the dessert and milk tea in front of her, as his gaze turned deeper, "I came here to find Huo Runhan to discuss some matters. Originally, I wanted to go to the VIP area to wait for him to finish his meeting, but when I heard that you were here, I came over to see you first."

"Oh, how rare that you would take the initiative to remember me like that." Cen Jiawen's expression did not change as he joked, and waved at him, "Come, come sit."

Yu Qing, who was watching from the side, was a little taken aback. She did not expect that the relationship between this Boss Zhuo and his wife was so close. Looking at the way the two of them were getting along, she suddenly felt that a great disaster was about to befall them.

Just now … She shouldn't have agreed to bring anyone in.

Cen Jiawen raised her head and looked at her, her beautiful eyes were filled with understanding and happiness, "Alright, beautiful Secretary Yu, you can go and busy yourself. I grew up together with him since childhood, and your CEO already knew that."

Yu Qing pursed her lips, and could only retreat. But this childhood sweetheart …

Forget it, she might as well go to the conference room and explain everything.

When Zhuo Yunhui sat down, Cen Jiawen placed a few of the sweet dishes in front of him, "Don't you also like to eat these things?

Zhuo Yunhui looked at the dozen or so plates in front of him, and smiled faintly with his head lowered, which made it hard to tell what his smile was. "Looks like Huo Runhan really treats you well."

He was so meticulous that he allowed his secretaries to buy her so many things in his office, and dropped so many scraps and paper bags on the floor.

And the document in her hands just now …

That was a company secret.

Cen Jiawen laughed, her eyebrows raised up in a domineering manner, and did not hide anything, "This is something the entire A City knows."

Zhuo Yunhui nodded gently. He reached out and picked up a piece of dessert, putting it into his mouth and slowly chewed on it. Then, he said, "It's a bit bitter."

Cen Jiawen's mouth twitched, "Young master Zhuo, is there something wrong with your brain or taste? This bastard is a sweet, why don't you tell me it's a little bitter?"

Zhuo Yunhui did not speak again, but instead, ate every single one of them. After a long while, he seriously looked at Cen Jiawen's face and slowly asked: "Jia Wen, you know I like to eat these things, then do you know the reason why I like to eat these things?"