Chapter 34 Annual Salary 3.5 Million
The sumptuous dinner wasn't the end of the meal; afterwards, the kitchen served several kinds of desserts, a fusion of Chinese and Western styles, with a wide variety of options.
Even Wen Yao, the big eater with a system, sighed at the sight of the food, unable to eat anymore, really unable to eat anymore.
Fu Jinzhi frowned. Although the Fu family was wealthy, they never had a habit of extravagance or waste.
Many of these desserts taste drastically different if left overnight, and there's clearly more than we can finish them all. He wouldn't let Wen Yao eat leftovers anyway.
Fu Jinzhi looked at Wang Ma, signaling her to give an explanation.
Aunt Wang sighed and pointed towards the kitchen, "Old Lin is just trying to prove a point."
Old Lin is the head chef at Fu Jin's house.
Sulking? Wen Yao became interested. She rested her chin on her hands, looking at Wang Ma with bright eyes, "Why?"
Wang Ma had no choice but to explain to the couple.
It turns out that Lao Lin was also an old member of the Fu family. Back in the old house, he and another chef had always been competing to see who had better cooking skills and was more favored by the host.
It wasn't until Fu Jinzhi set up his own household and Lao Lin followed him from the Fu family's old residence that this war, fought only by the fire of the kitchen, finally came to an end.
Today, Wen Yao went to the Fu family's old house and ate a lot of pastries and desserts. The kitchen made a lot more and sent them up.
"So Lao Zhang called Lao Lin and asked if Lao Lin's dessert-making skills had deteriorated because he hadn't made desserts for too long, so that his wife could only go back to the old house to enjoy them to her heart's content."
Unfortunately, Fu Jinzhi doesn't eat desserts much, and Lao Lin hasn't really made a move on her in recent years, so this hit her sore spot.
Aunt Wang spread her hands, looking quite helpless. "To prove that his skills are no worse than Lao Zhang's, Lao Lin has really put in a lot of effort today."
But as a professional manager, Wang Ma wouldn't leave the problem to the master. "I had already instructed Lao Lin to divide the food into small portions. Any leftovers could be given to the servants who wanted snacks, so there would be no waste."
Wen Yao looked at the table and saw that it was full of delicate small plates, each containing only a few bites.
For example, a small bowl of red bean soup with glutinous rice balls contains only three plump little glutinous rice balls.
Looks like there's nothing to worry about anymore, Wang Ma, you're a goddess forever!
After dinner, Fu Jinzhi went to his study to work for a while as usual, but found Wen Yao walking behind him naturally.
"I want to read books too, is that not allowed?" Wen Yao argued vehemently.
So one of them sat at the desk typing away on the computer, while the other sprawled on the sofa reading a novel.
Wen Yao certainly didn't come here to read books.
Although Fu Jinzhi's earlier joke about drowning Zhao Xier was just that—a joke—it still made Wen Yao a little nervous.
Besides returning to the original storyline by getting entangled with the original female lead, the original male lead may also embark on a path of crime on his own.
She still needed to keep a close eye on Fu Jinzhi, never leaving his side. She didn't believe Fu Jinzhi could secretly do anything bad.
The real intention was not in the wine, but in fact. Wen Yao would put down her book from time to time to look at Fu Jinzhi, afraid that he might unknowingly go astray.
How could Fu Jinzhi be oblivious to Wen Yao staring at him like that? He let Wen Yao "peek" at him until she seemed lost in thought, staring at him for a long time without looking away.
"What are you thinking about?" Fu Jinzhi wears non-prescription goggles when she works.
The glasses obscured his captivating, alluring eyes, giving him a colder air, while the gold-rimmed frames accentuated his sophisticated yet roguish charm.
Suddenly hearing the question, Wen Yao was still lost in thought and subconsciously murmured in reply, "I want to cling to you like a ghost."
Let's see what other opportunities you have to break the law and commit crimes.
"..."
Fu Jinzhi paused for a few seconds. His eyes were not visible in the reflection of his glasses, and his expression was very calm, but the tips of his ears turned red.
His voice was soft, with a hint of gentle seduction, "Sure."
After that, neither of them spoke again, and the study became unusually quiet, with only the occasional sound of turning pages and typing on a keyboard.
Tranquil and cozy.
After a while, as usual, the assistant called Fu Jinzhi to ask for instructions on work arrangements and to report on the recent progress of the project.
"You guessed right, Gu Shaohong personally went to Country Y to meet with the CEO of TX Group."
Fu Jinzhi's face showed a hint of sarcasm. The Gu family and the Fu family had a lot of overlapping businesses, and as the saying goes, business rivals are enemies, so their relationship was naturally very bad.
Since Fu Jinzhi took over the Fu Group, he has made several correct decisions and taken advantage of the situation to open up many new business opportunities, making the entire Fu Group thrive.
The Gu family, left behind, was naturally unwilling to accept this and had tried to trip up Fu Jinzhi in recent years.
The methods employed include sending spies, bribing company veterans, and engaging in malicious price wars.
Taking a beating is not Fu Jinzhi's style; this time, he deliberately set a good trap for the Gu family.
The cooperation between the Fu family and TX Group brings in a lot of money every year, which the Gu family has always envied.
It's perfect as bait.
As they were talking, they suddenly heard a loud bang. Fu Jinzhi told his assistant to stop and looked up.
Wen Yao had fallen asleep sometime earlier, leaning against the sofa with her long hair gently draped over the armrest, her breathing steady.
One arm was already dangling to the ground; the sound just now was the novel slipping from her hand and falling to the ground.
A hint of tenderness appeared in Fu Jinzhi's cold eyes. He walked up to Wen Yao and looked at her messy sleeping face, his heart softening even more.
He unconsciously reached out and brushed the hair that had fallen across Wen Yao's face.
"She slept so soundly."
Even though he was sleeping soundly, he couldn't let Wen Yao sleep on the sofa. He hesitated for two seconds but still didn't wake her up. Instead, he prepared to carry her back to the bedroom.
But as soon as his arm reached under Wen Yao's knees, Wen Yao woke up. She tried to straighten up, rubbed her blurry eyes, and her eyes were tinged with a faint red.
Her usual cleverness and rebelliousness vanished, making her look more like a pitiful kitten.
Am I asleep?
"Okay, if you're sleepy, go back to your bedroom and sleep."
Wen Yao shook her head to clear her mind a bit. Seeing that Fu Jinzhi was still wearing goggles and Bluetooth earphones, she checked the time on her phone.
It's already 11:30 at night.
"Why are you still working? Go and rest. Work is never-ending." Wen Yao was surprised. Just as Fu Jinzhi had said before, his personal assets were more than he could spend in several lifetimes, so there was no need to work so hard.
"I'll go to sleep after I finish this matter." Fu Jinzhi's peach blossom eyes glistened with tears; he was very happy that Wen Yao cared about him.
"Let's go, let's go out together." Wen Yao felt that Fu Jinzhi was just brushing her off, so she grabbed his hand and shook it gently.
"Assistant Du is still waiting for my reply." Fu Jinzhi smiled helplessly and affectionately.
But Wen Yao's face showed a hint of anger. "It's this late, and Assistant Du is still working?"
"Isn't it enough that he, as the general manager's assistant, follows you around all day long? You even want to squeeze his sleep time!"
"You heartless capitalist!"
Wen Yao felt a deep empathy at that moment; the events of her previous life were still vivid in her mind.
She only gets one day off a week, works 9 to 6, and often works overtime without pay. To make matters worse, her unscrupulous boss withholds her year-end bonus under the pretext that the advertising results are not up to standard.
God knows how high his target was. His traffic was comparable to that of accounts run by multiple people in large companies. He didn't even consider whether the amount of advertising budget he allocated was commensurate with it.
"Is that heartless? My high salary isn't something just anyone can get." Fu Jinzhi raised an eyebrow.
"How high a salary?" Wen Yao asked indignantly.
"Annual salary of 3.5 million, not including bonuses."
Wen Yao calculated that her monthly salary was close to 300,000 yuan, and her anger and resentment immediately subsided. She even considered joining Fu Jinzhi's assistant team.
Fu Jinzhi's requirements were a bit strict, but he was genuinely willing to pay. He wasn't the kind of boss who wanted the horse to run but didn't want it to eat grass.
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