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

Song Pingqing soon received a reply from Murong Xue.

"Dad has other plans, just wait."

Song Pingqing was such a proud little follower. He just went to ask the eldest lady about ways to make money, but ended up alarming the domineering boss.

End.

It is normal that mortals like us cannot keep up with the thinking of the domineering president. Otherwise, what is the difference between me and the domineering president?

Song Pingqing felt that this domineering CEO was sometimes really busy and sometimes really idle. In his eyes, this "childish" level of business was actually so important.

So I immediately typed “OK, ヽ(￣▽￣)?” and pressed the send button.

The phone had just shown that the message had been sent successfully when it suddenly started vibrating violently.

Song Pingqing was startled. He held his chest and took a deep breath before answering the phone.

A clear female voice came from the other end of the line: "Hello, I'm Yang Tao, the editor of a certain website. Is this Mrs. Song?"

What an outrageous name.

Old Lady Song is Song Pingqing's pen name, and Song Pingqing has not forgotten this.

So she cleared her throat and replied, "Yes, I am Old Lady Song."

Editor Yang Tao: This voice sounds like that of a child, right? ? ? ?

"Okay, Mrs. Song, isn't the New Year coming soon? I just wanted to call you and chat." Yang Tao quickly accepted Song Pingqing's words with a cheerful tone.

"Your article 'Starting with a Spiritual Spring, an 88-year-old woman wants to become an immortal' has performed well. Judging from the pace of the story, it is coming to an end. Do you have any new plans next?" This was the main point of Yang Tao's call.

I spent a year and a half writing a novel about cultivating immortals, and managed to rack up 3.3 million words. It describes an old lady's journey from practicing Qi to ascending to heaven and becoming a god. Yang Tao was so tired of reading it.

After all, whether it is this spiritual spring or the setting that there are gods beyond the immortals, they are quite popular at this time.

"Yes." Song Pingqing said lazily, "But Hong Zhao and Xiang Xiang have both sent me invitations, so I'm still waiting to see the platform."

It is true that there was an invitation, and it is also true that Song Pingqing wanted to wait for a better price and sign a contract that is more beneficial to himself.

Who else knows the value of IP better than Song Pingqing?

An idea suddenly came to Song Pingqing's mind. After all, could she start her own IP business?

Yang Tao was stunned by what Song Pingqing said, and began to doubt again that the person in front of her was actually an adult whose voice had not changed.

Well, maybe it’s because people who read novels have richer imaginations?

Except for not guessing Song Pingqing's biological age correctly, the editor actually guessed the truth of the matter.

Song Pingqing hung up the phone and sent the outline of the new book. Penguin soon received a reply from Yang Tao: "Okay, okay, I'll take a look now (*^▽^*)"

The tone was lively, the emoticons were cute, and Song Pingqing felt very moved.

Yang Tao, how pitiful it is for a worker to still be at work on the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month.

Fortunately, Song Pingqing will most likely not have to work in this life. Even if she goes bankrupt, it doesn't matter. She can still rely on the connections of wealthy people to make a living.

So happy!!!!

Having eaten too much at noon, Song Pingqing had no appetite for dinner. He quickly ate a few bites of vegetable leaves and went upstairs to take a shower.

Although there were bathrooms during the treasure hunt on the island these days, Song Pingqing still felt dirty after moving some things this morning and had to wash himself.

After washing, you have to apply various skin care products and body lotions before going to bed.

In fact, Song Pingqing didn't know what was the point of applying these at such a young age. This concept might be related to the fact that she was brought up in a rough way in her previous life, but it has become a habit now.

The only thing I know is that I feel uncomfortable when Murong Xue looks at me like, "Why are you so rough?" So I might as well just wipe it off.

Her father gives her money, so she has the final say.

As expected, when people get along for a long time, their living habits will become more and more similar. Unconsciously, Song Pingqing has been infected with some of Murong Xue's cleanliness and delicacy.

After a thorough wash, application and facial mask, it was already nine o'clock in the evening. Song Pingqing then reached out for this year's birthday present.

Ah~ The sense of ritual of opening gifts is full.

While drawing the ribbon, Song Pingqing's thoughts were as wild as ever. He felt that his actions were like taking a bath and burning incense. Then he put on the most exquisite mask and began to pray to the young lady:

Money, money, money, money, money, come to my arms~~

Song Pingqing quickly drove this strange image out of his mind.

What Murong Xue gave Song Pingqing was a new watch.

When seeing this watch, it was hard for Song Pingqing not to feel that the young lady really kept her word.

It was a custom-made rectangular double-sided watch from H's family. The dials on both sides were made of gemstones and could be flipped. When Song Pingqing got it, the dial on the front was dark green, and the reversed dial was red.

The color styles of the front and back are very different, but both are exquisite and beautiful. The wristband is made of 18K gold inlaid with diamonds. It is more like a piece of jewelry than a watch.

Song Pingqing took off his old watch, put on the new one and looked at it carefully for a moment.

So lovely!

Murong Xue has a really good aesthetic taste.

But if I really want to wear it all the time, the previous watch still feels better.

So Song Pingqing was pleased for a while, sent Murong Xue a few messages saying that he liked the gift very much, and then changed back to the original one.

This new birthday gift was carefully put away and placed in the safe in the room.

After settling all these, there was still some time before going to bed, so Song Pingqing simply put on a facial mask and wandered around his new home. As he walked around, he found that except Xu Jinmei, none of the other family members had returned.

It was almost ten o'clock, so Song Pingqing simply ran to find Xu Jinmei: "Mom, why haven't my dad, grandpa, and grandma come home yet?"

What a coincidence, Xu Jinmei was also putting on a facial mask in front of the mirror. Looking at Song Pingqing, who also had a pale face, she couldn't help laughing out loud, and ended up wrinkling the mask. She quickly said "ouch" and put the mask on properly.

"Chinese New Year is coming soon, and your dad has a lot of social engagements these days." Xu Jinmei was restrained by her face mask, and her pronunciation was not very clear. "The clay pot stew shop opens late at night, and your grandparents don't come back until 11 o'clock."

These old couple are crazy about making money.

Song Pingqing said "Huh" and curiously leaned over: "My dad is out for a social event, why aren't you going?"

"I've been feeling very tired lately and want to rest more." Xu Jinmei rubbed her lower back with her hand. "I don't know what's wrong. It's never been like this before."

Song Pingqing thought that Xu Jinmei and Song Dashan had been busy with the logistics company's affairs in the past two years and could only relax during the Chinese New Year.

"No matter how busy you are at work, you still have to take care of your health, otherwise it will be useless no matter how much money you make." Song Pingqing reached out and rubbed Xu Jinmei's lower back. Xu Jinmei immediately felt comfortable and breathed a long sigh of relief.

The mother and daughter chatted for a while. When Song Pingqing returned to her room and lay down with her phone in her arms, she saw that Yang Tao had sent her a message.

"I have sent the new contract to your email. Do you think you can accept the terms?"

"If you have any opinions, just tell me. We can still talk. Anyway, the postal service was suspended before the New Year, so we can't sign the contract until after the New Year."

Song Pingqing was shocked when he read the series of news.

Wow, the message came at 10:16 pm. This person really loves this job.

Song Pingqing couldn't help but reply curiously: "How can we discuss the contract terms during the Chinese New Year? Don't you need to report to your leader?"

Yang Tao replied immediately: "Haha, that bastard lives in the building next to mine. If he dares not answer my call, I will go to his house and kick the door."

......Either you work overtime so hard or you live too close to your boss.

Song Pingqing suddenly remembered himself again.

It's really true that those who are close to the water are the ones who work overtime first.

While holding the phone and thinking about how to reply, my eyes involuntarily moved to the extremely beautiful and exquisite watch on my wrist, and my mind thought of the watch that had just been put into the safe.

Forget it, I’ll just work overtime. I’ll get promoted first... Oh no, I’ll make money first.

Acceptable, acceptable.

So Song Pingqing replied: "Let's talk about it another day. Go to bed early. Life comes first, work comes second~"

It even rhymes.

This year's Chinese New Year is very lively.

Song Pingqing finally met his aunt, oh no, aunt, whom he had only heard of in name only.

Xu Jinmei's sister is Xu Jingui, who is two years older than her. After the sisters' parents passed away, their uncles and brothers occupied their family's homestead and land.

Xu Jingui was older and went to work in Yuguan City first. After supporting Xu Jinmei to finish high school, the two sisters went to their respective southern destinations.

Five years ago, Xu Jingui borrowed 20,000 yuan from Xu Jinmei, saying that he wanted to start a small catering business in Yuguan. Unfortunately, he kept losing money. It was not until this year that he finally transferred the shop and raised enough money to pay off the debt.

The two sisters haven't seen each other for five years.

The above contents were all told by Old Lady Song to Song Pingqing the night before Xu Jingui arrived. The original words were:

"Your aunt has had a hard time in recent years. She got married and divorced, and she doesn't even have a child. This year, she will spend the New Year at our house. Just for your mother's sake, get along well with your aunt."

This statement was very old-fashioned and did not quite fit in with Song Pingqing's ideas, but she could understand the meaning behind what Old Lady Song said, so she did not argue and nodded solemnly.

"It's been so hard to make money these past two years. I finally managed to scrape together enough to pay it back."

Although his face looked very similar to Xu Jinmei's and he was only two years older than Xu Jinmei, Xu Jingui looked much older than Xu Jinmei. He did not look like he was in his thirties but more like he was in his forties, and there was a sense of being weathered in his eyes and brows.

When Xu Jingui saw Song Pingqing, her eyes lit up and she looked her up and down.

Song Pingqing was already a very smart person. He could clearly see the love and kindness in Xu Jingui's eyes towards the younger generation, so he immediately called out sweetly, "Auntie!"

"This child has grown so big." Xu Jingui was sitting on the sofa in the villa. She was actually a little uneasy. Only when she heard Song Pingqing calling her in a confident manner did she relax a little.

She was originally a little afraid that Song Pingqing would look down on such a poor relative as her. After all, the last time she saw Song Pingqing, he was still a little memoryless.

Fortunately, Song Pingqing was very outgoing and did not behave like the eldest daughter that Xu Jinmei had imagined. She walked straight to Xu Jingui and sat down to chat.

This child is so rare!!!

Xu Jinmei turned sideways and pulled out a huge bag from her luggage beside the sofa.

"This is the coat your aunt bought for you. When she bought it for you, she thought it would be bigger so you could wear it for two more years. But now it seems to be just the right size for you."

Song Pingqing took it with both hands and knew as soon as he touched it that Xu Jingui was not fooling him.

The wool fabric of this light blue tweed coat feels soft and the lining material inside is also very good.

Song Pingqing took the clothes out of the bag and shook them open. He felt that the pattern was cut in a smooth and detailed way. He praised them immediately: "Oh, Auntie has lived in the South for a long time. She has a good taste."

Old Mrs. Song was sitting nearby. When she saw how good the dress was, she was about to say something praiseful, but Song Pingqing interrupted her.

Old Mrs. Song: My granddaughter is really good at talking.

Song Pingqing put it on immediately and walked around the house with confidence, and Song Dashan praised him again and again.

Xu Jinmei found it funny: "Why don't you thank me, aunt?"

"Thank you, auntie." Song Pingqing grinned.

That night, Xu Jingui gave Song Pingqing another red envelope of 500 yuan.

Song Pingqing certainly didn't lack the 500 yuan, but this 500 yuan was already Xu Jingui's income for half a month.

When Xu Jinmei sneaked into Song Pingqing's bedroom, Song Pingqing was actually playing computer games.

She thought about investing in people making games, and of course she also needed to know what types of games were available on the market. The current period is simply the golden development period for the gaming industry, and the reason is simple - there is no anti-addiction system for minors, and even real-name authentication is not required.

Seeing Xu Jinmei come in quietly, Song Pingqing knew her purpose almost instantly: "Mom, wait for me for a moment, I'll finish this one."

...Really, Song Pingqing hasn't said such words that are quite like those of an internet-addicted girl in many years.

Xu Jinmei was not in a hurry either. She put the fruit plate in her hand on the table, picked up a piece of fruit and handed it to Song Pingqing's mouth, who took it away casually.

After the game was over, Song Pingqing turned around and looked at Xu Jinmei, who was a little hesitant: "Mom, do you want your aunt to stay in Jincheng and start a clay pot stew business?"

Xu Jinmei was shocked for a moment when her daughter revealed her purpose.

She knew that her daughter was precocious, but she was only a little clever and able to take care of people. She learned different things from herself when she was young and could take off with the help of the Murong family's abilities.

However, now that Song Pingqing had revealed her true intentions upon first meeting her, Xu Jinmei realized for the first time that Song Pingqing might be smarter than she had imagined.

"How did you know?"

"Hey... my grandma said that my aunt has been doing catering business in Yuguang. She definitely doesn't understand our logistics. You can't send her to me, so she can only go to my grandma. After all, earthen pot stew and catering business are the same thing."

Song Pingqing didn't think there was anything wrong with her thinking, just as she didn't think there was anything wrong with Xu Jinmei coming to her specifically for this matter.

I just gave some business to my biological mother's sister.

Even though Mr. Murong Ba is so awesome, he doesn't dare to claim that all the money in Jincheng City should be earned by him alone. He still has to cultivate his confidants to "divide" the company.

What's more, it is obvious to all that Song Pingqing's family's clay pot stew business is doing well. Instead of waiting for others to imitate him, it is better to let his aunt join in and develop his own brand.

A win-win situation!