Full-time girlfriend: Why would you work when I am here?

Life on the island is noisy, lively and goes by fast.

On the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, Song Pingqing's twelfth birthday in this life, the island treasure hunt officially ended.

I don’t know how many treasure chests Murong Ba had buried, but at least none of the forty-nine treasure spots on the map were left out, and the team members dug up eleven additional chests.

"Today is the last day. You need to transport all the treasures you have dug up to Campsite No. 1. There will be a car to pick you up there."

The bodyguard who had been following Murong Xue all along announced the rules for the final leg of the pirate treasure hunt under everyone's expectant gaze.

“Ah??? We have to transport it to camping site No. 1 ourselves!” Gu Zongnan, who dug the most, was dumbfounded.

Of course, the monkey who had a full meal was full of energy. In the past few days, Gu Zongnan dug out the most treasure chests. Even though he paid three as meal tickets, there were still quite a few chests left.

Song Pingqing also subconsciously looked at her own treasure chests. The number of her boxes was second only to Gu Zongnan, not to mention that there were thirty kilograms of gold inside.

Camping site No. 1 is nearly ten kilometers away from site No. 6. If people were to carry them there by hand, it would take a long time.

Murong Xue is still waiting to go to her restaurant to eat iron pot stew.

What's more, there are not only gemstones, raw stones and gold in the box. President Murong even had people bury antique porcelain, gold artifacts, or a box full of jewelry.

Those antique porcelains are so scary.

The six children were all dumbfounded when they saw the sixty treasure boxes piled up like a mountain.

These sixty treasure chests do look quite spectacular.

Murong Xue felt that this was like a scene of a house raid in ancient times.

Song Pingqing felt that this was at most a newly opened rookie station.

Or when it comes to the 618 or Double Eleven or Double Twelve shopping festivals, the purchase volume of some of the more powerful sellers may be large.

"Don't worry, the boss has arranged a cart for you. You won't be forced to carry it over." Seeing the children's different expressions, the bodyguard clapped his hands.

This action was pretentious, but also very handsome. As the applause died down, six bodyguards quickly walked out of the bodyguard's tent, each holding a brand new camper in their hands.

I am familiar with this stuff.

When Song Pingqing saw the camper, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Song Pingqing also had this thing in his previous life, and he bought it specifically for picking up express deliveries.

Jianguo was the most perceptive. When he saw that a camping car was available, he immediately rubbed his hands and prepared to start moving the treasure chests onto the camping car.

"Slow down, slow down, don't be in a hurry. You have to mark them well, otherwise they will get mixed up and it will be difficult to separate them later." Wu Qiming said hurriedly.

"We need to separate again?" Jianguo was confused.

"Yeah, how can you take them back if you don't separate them?" Wu Qiming replied, "If you mix them up, they will belong to someone else."

“All these things belong to us???” Jianguo was shocked.

You are kidding me.

Although Xie Jianguo knew nothing about antique rough gemstones, from the fact that everyone gathered together every night in the past few days and enthusiastically discussed what each of them had dug up, he could certainly guess that what he had dug up was extremely valuable.

Jianguo, who thought he could just dig a lot and send it back, was now extremely confused. He looked like a groundhog that had just come out of the ground and was caught by an eagle in the sky.

Xie Jianguo pointed at the small boxes he had dug out that were almost piled up into a mountain and said, "So many, so expensive, and they all belong to us???"

"It's not worth much." Murong Xue said calmly, "Weren't the rules made clear at the beginning? Whoever digs it up gets it."

Xie Jianguo kept saying “Ah???” for a long time, and finally realized that this game was not on the same level as the hide-and-seek game he played in the ravines when he was a child, so he immediately refused.

Gu Zongnian rushed over first and hugged his shoulders: "You don't want it, so share some with me."

While they were fooling around, Gu Zongnian had already leaned over to Jianguo's ear and said, "It's really inappropriate to return it. Stop being shy and accept it quickly."

After saying that, he turned around and went to find Song Pingqing: "Brother, if you don't know a reliable jade carving master, do you want me to help you carve the raw stone? I guarantee that the person I find is reliable."

Song Pingqing thought about it, glanced at Murongxue, and when she nodded, he agreed and handed the stone back to Gu Zongnian: "Okay, I'll leave it to you then."

"I'll keep the other gems for you." Murong Xue took away another batch of boxes from Song Pingqing, "Your designers are pretty good. Let them design and make them. There's no point in keeping the raw stones."

It turned out that the meal ticket she had just received was taken away and processed by someone else the moment after.

Well, it'll all be hers in the end anyway.

This arrangement alone is not enough. After all, porcelain is fragile, and the porcelain inside is antique. The shock-absorbing capacity of the camper is limited, so other measures must be taken.

Gu Zongnan acted like a pirate counting his spoils and directed Xie Jianguo to put the porcelain and other items separately on a cart.

Song Pingqing went into the kitchen and found some foam containers that he had brought back when he delivered food a few days ago: "It can add a layer of protection."

Murong Xue was sitting on a recliner nearby, leisurely drinking a glass of lemonade that Song Pingqing had just made for her, while basking in the sun.

After all, who dares to order the biggest sponsor to do something?

A bunch of bastards, accompanied by a group of bodyguards, swaggered off the island by boat. The 28th day of the twelfth lunar month was only two days away from the Chinese New Year, so there was no need for everyone to go to Jincheng or Vancouver together. They boarded flights to two different directions and returned to their homes.

Song Pingqing almost never mentioned her birthday in front of other people. Firstly, her birthday coincided with the busiest time of winter vacation when she was preparing for the New Year. Secondly, she really didn't like the atmosphere of celebrating her birthday with a group of people in a noisy manner.

Even though they all got together on her birthday, which was a rare occasion, she had no intention of informing anyone.

Song Pingqing didn't say anything, and neither did Murong Xue. They just waited until they arrived in Jincheng and went to Song Pingqing's restaurant to eat.

The two of them slept together on the plane, and when they landed, Shen Ci took a car alone to look for his brother.

Song Pingqing and Murongxue went to their own restaurant to eat together. They sat in the car for a long time before they suddenly remembered that they didn't see Wu Qiming.

"Where's Wu Qiming? Isn't he going back to Jincheng?"

"Something happened at Wu Zhenming's home, so he rushed to Vancouver to support his sister."

He is just a little kid, he can only join in the fun.

Song Pingqing didn't say this, but Murongxue understood what Song Pingqing was thinking. Seeing Song Pingqing's faint disdain, she added, "Except for the industry under Mo Ruanruan's name, the Mo family is gone."

Compared to Wu Qiming's ups and downs every time he talks about some gossip, Murong Xue prefers to throw out the most explosive gossip in a very plain tone.

She feels like her father, who is able to plan and strategize with ease.

Murong Xue threw out a conclusion, and Song Pingqing thought about it for a long time before saying "Oh".

She wasn't interested in this kind of trivial matter, but suddenly she remembered that Mo Ruanruan was the one who introduced her to the catering industry, so she couldn't help but ask, "Why?"

"Mo Xuan failed in his fight for the family property and was depressed for a while. Then he was instigated by someone to do the debt transfer business." Murong Xue said concisely.

The concept of debt transfer was discussed in the law class at Baihua College. It is said that A owes B one million yuan and writes an IOU to B. B, either because he is in urgent need of money or because debt collection is difficult, sells the IOU to C for six hundred thousand to eight hundred thousand yuan, and C goes to A to collect the loan.

Since Murong Xue mentioned that Mo Xuan was doing debt business, it goes without saying that Mo Xuan played the role of C in this matter.

It is equivalent to setting up a debt collection company.

The water here is very deep.

Song Pingqing leaned back and thought for a while before asking, "Did Mo Xuan have any problems collecting the debt?"

"Yeah. Someone died."

Song Pingqing really wanted to ask if it was Mo Ruanruan's people who secretly instigated Mo Xuan to open a debt collection company, and if the murder lawsuit that Mo Xuan was facing now was due to Mo Ruanruan's design, but after thinking about it again and again, she still didn't ask.

In this circle, some guesses and ideas can only stay in one's own mind. Once they are spoken out, no matter what the results of the verification are, you can no longer pretend not to know.

Song Pingqing is well aware of the principle of playing deaf and dumb.

Murong Xue looked at her, curled the corners of her mouth and pursed her lips, and after a moment she said, "Why is your clay pot stew so biased?"

"Ah... it's okay, I just went out of the inner ring a little bit."

Song Pingqing's iron pot stew will be cooked until the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month.

There are many migrant workers in Jincheng City. Once the winter vacation comes, the number of people outside the outer ring road decreases sharply.

It may be because iron pot stew was not very famous at that time and there were not many shops of this type. Therefore, compared with other deserted restaurants, Lao Song Iron Pot Stew's business was still very good.

Song Pingqing brought Murong Xue in. Old Mrs. Song had received a call early on from her granddaughter that she was going to bring her friend back, and was now waiting at the entrance of the hotel.

"Grandma, didn't I tell you to reserve an extra private room? Did you do it?" Song Pingqing asked Old Lady Song.

Old Mrs. Song knew that the people who interacted with her granddaughter nowadays were either rich or noble, and she took her granddaughter's instructions very seriously.

"Yes, of course I did."

"Call someone to take a few bodyguards to the second box."

Old Mrs. Song went to greet people in a hurry.

"Was that your grandmother just now?" Murong Xue had never seen such a noisy adult since she was a child. She was frightened by the enthusiasm of Old Lady Song and half-leaned behind Song Pingqing, a little at a loss.

"Oh, this little girl is so shy." Old Mrs. Song took a break from her busy schedule to say this, which made Murong Xue blush on the spot.

This was really a scene that made the usually graceful and well-mannered young lady feel at a loss as to what to do.

"Hahahahahahahahaha." Song Pingqing laughed in an unkind way, and then before Murong Xue turned hostile, he pulled her to the private room where they were going to have dinner.

Play is play, make noise is noise, but don’t dance in the young lady’s minefield.

"Would you like milk tea or yogurt?" Song Pingqing took the small bag from Murong Xue and hung it skillfully on the shelf beside her.

"Milk tea! I want iced one with pearls." Murong Xue said immediately.

She saw Mixue Yuecha downstairs just now.

"You are not allowed to drink ice drinks. You will get a stomachache if you keep drinking cold and hot drinks." Song Pingqing refused very decisively.

As Murong Xue's number one follower, if you take the salary from the Murong family, you have to be responsible to Murong Xue.

Song Pingqing treated Murong Xue like a child and would never allow her to develop such bad eating habits at such a young age.

In Song Pingqing's eyes, if Murong Xue wants to develop into a career-oriented heroine who will take over Murong's style, then she must not learn the common stomach problems of domineering presidents.

If a stupid plot like "He cooked me a bowl of white porridge and made me feel at home" happened, Song Pingqing would really sharpen his knife and attack the scumbag.

"Okay." Murong Xue was already accustomed to the fact that Song Pingqing would take care of her affairs.

After all, the last water dispenser who secretly spoiled her... Oh no, the tea room manager had been fired after Song Pingqing reported him.

"Then I'd like another serving of pudding." Murong Xue immediately made a new request.

"Sure." This time Song Pingqing did not refuse. He directly made a phone call and went downstairs to order milk tea.

What a joke! The reason why she opened a branch of Mixue Yuecha here was to take care of Old Mrs. Song. How could she not be able to order a cup of milk tea?

The person who manages this milk tea shop now is Zhou Ping, the extra who was introduced to him by Wu Zhenming and had to change his career to make a living.

Although Zhou Ping is already forty years old, his many years of experience as an extra has given him some of the qualities that Song Pingqing, as his boss, likes very much.

Needless to say, he has high emotional intelligence and is also careful and down-to-earth in his work. Song Pingqing arranged for Zhou Ping to take care of Old Mrs. Song and Old Mr. Song, and under the pretext of being a "senior store manager", he gave him an extra salary of one thousand yuan per month.

Therefore, Zhou Ping's current salary has reached 4,000 yuan per month. The average monthly salary in Jincheng last year was only 2,600 yuan. This shows how much Song Pingqing takes care of him.

It is said that this senior store manager has persuaded his parents to sell their house in their hometown. With the salary he earned as an extra in the past few years and the bonus from the "senior store manager training" in the past two years, he now has more than 300,000 yuan in his pocket. He plans to use it as a down payment to bring his parents over to settle down in Jincheng.

The above information comes from Chen Pu, who is particularly concerned about employee dynamics.

When Song Pingqing called, Zhou Ping personally brought milk tea to deliver it. He had been with Song Pingqing before, and he was even very thoughtful and brought Song Pingqing a cup of sugar-free hot black tea.

"You seem very happy to see him." Murong Xue held the milk tea, her eyes fixed on the menu, but her words were about Song Pingqing's reaction to Zhou Ping.

"Yes, my employees work very hard and they can all buy houses in Jincheng City, which proves that I am a successful boss."

Murongxue didn't expect Song Pingqing to say that. She turned her head and looked at her: "You have a strong sense of responsibility."

"That's right!" Song Pingqing looked at the menu in front of Murong Xue and began to recommend to her the delicious food that he thought was more suitable for her.