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

Judging from the feedback from these four people, this new product from Daju Dali should be very popular in the market.

Song Pingqing sent the materials and proportions to Chen Pu, asking her to study them and prepare a new spring product.

Murong Xue did not show any displeasure about the special adjustment of the dealer.

Murong Xue: No matter what, I am the first person in the world to drink Daju Dali!

Murong Xue: It’s a specially blended version!

In a good mood, Murong Xue waved her hand and drew a cartoon image of two oranges dancing hand in hand and gave it to Song Pingqing.

"Here~ Aren't you going to make new spring products? It's a good opportunity to promote some event peripherals."

The eldest lady's tone is arrogant, her actions are sincere, and she is lovable.

Song Pingqing accepted it with a smile: "It's really beautiful. This shape is especially suitable for making paper bags and cup sleeves."

The collaboration between Yan Que and Gu Zongnian was officially finalized on Tuesday.

Since neither of them was sure of the other's class time, Yan Que sent a message to Song Pingqing:

"I presented a plan to Mr. Gu yesterday. He was very satisfied and has already paid the deposit. Thank you for your guidance. The final price is 2.1 million. With this money, the game studio will have the start-up capital."

Song Pingqing thought that she had mistakenly typed Gu Zongnan's name as "Mr. Gu". After thinking for a while, she realized that "Mr. Gu" was probably how Gu Zongnan called himself to the outside world.

Ah~~~ Mr. Gu~~~ Gu Zongnian~~~

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Song Pingqing replied: "Congratulations, do your best, and I wish you can achieve results soon."

Very polite and courteous.

Yan Que replied quickly: "I definitely will!"

Very good, still full of youthful vigor.

"Brother, the person you introduced to me is too difficult to deal with." Although Gu Zongnan said this in a sarcastic tone, his eyes and brows showed a relaxed look.

"What? Is the cooperation unpleasant?" Song Pingqing was sorting out the home appliances in Gu Zongnan's house that were suitable for Internet access. Hearing this, he raised his eyes and glanced at Gu Zongnan, but saw that he did not look unhappy.

"Speak directly if you have anything to say."

In fact, she wanted to fart quickly, but in the blink of an eye, she saw Murong Xue's figure appear at the classroom door.

Forget it, just tone it down.

"From her voice, she doesn't sound very old, but I always feel like I'm dealing with a wolf cub." Gu Zongnian felt a little pained, "Do you know how much this order cost me?"

"Hmm?" Song Pingqing actually knew it a long time ago, but he always gave Gu Zongnian a chance to talk, "How much did it cost?"

"Two million, one hundred thousand!!!" Gu Zongnian's voice became louder. "I thought two million would be enough, but it turned out to be so difficult that I couldn't put my money in."

He was so embarrassed to say it.

In this matter, Yan Que fully demonstrated his talent as a businessman, and Gu Zongnan also fully proved that he still needed more experience.

He couldn't even hold onto the bottom line of 2 million!!!

Shameful.

"Congratulations, you are not an idiot." Song Pingqing's mind was not on the matter, and his reply seemed perfunctory.

He glanced at Gu Zongnian's somewhat resentful look and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"It's not just 2.1 million." Gu Zongnian said in a gloomy tone, "After she knew that it was a home appliance adapted for Gu's technology, she said that in order to increase the smoothness, she also requested some equipment with added network connection ports, which would facilitate testing when the time comes."

Song Pingqing was slightly stunned: "How much did she want?"

Gu Zongnian laughed awkwardly. "She basically wants all the devices that can connect to the Internet. Although it's reasonable for testing, it would be great if someone like her who is good at bargaining, getting things, and has great technical skills could come to work in my company after graduation."

Song Pingqing was originally holding a cup of water and drinking it. When he heard this, he looked at Gu Zongnan with a strange look in his eyes.

Gu Zongnian was a little frightened by her gaze: "What, what's the matter......"

"She probably won't be eighteen when she graduates." Song Pingqing calculated, "If she graduates quickly, she'll be sixteen, if she graduates slowly, she'll be seventeen."

But according to Yan Que's plan, he will probably graduate at the age of sixteen.

Gu Zongnian said, "Ah?" "I remember now. The genius you said you chose was recruited by the junior class. Is this him?"

Song Pingqing nodded.

"You are so lucky." Gu Zongnian couldn't hide his envy, "The ones I chose are still studying step by step."

It's really irritating to see people compare to each other.

Song Pingqing spread his hands and said, "But no matter how much I envy you, you can't poach him. This person is mine, and I have great use for him."

"Okay, okay, I won't dig." Gu Zongnan just said it casually. After all, given his family's situation, he didn't have to hold on to one person.

During the conversation, Song Pingqing had already sorted out the table of devices that needed to be connected to the Internet. He turned his notebook and showed it to Gu Zongnian: "See if these are enough?"

"Let me see."

Seeing Gu Zongnan excitedly throwing himself into the competition, Song Pingqing was embarrassed to tell him that the initial price quote for the software was 800,000.

Oh, it can even be suppressed to 700,000.

However, it is likely that Yan Que made these two offers for Song Pingqing's sake. Without Song Pingqing's reputation, the price...

All I can say is that a genius is still a genius.

When will Gu Zongnan finally come to his senses in this area?

Gu Zongnan's project is starting to get on track, and Wu Qiming's preliminary round of the campus star selection contest is about to be held.

"So why am I here with you?" Song Pingqing looked at Wu Qiming, who was holding a guitar, with a slightly distorted expression, "The violin and the guitar don't go together."

"Or you can learn to play drums temporarily?" Wu Qiming suggested.

Song Pingqing showed disdain on his face: "No, no, that thing is too noisy for me."

Although her body is young, her soul is already old.

Every time Song Pingqing saw a more restless musical instrument, he would worry that his heart couldn't take it.

Especially when there was a person standing next to the instrument, Song Pingqing wanted to run away on the spot.

"Then...what are you going to sing?" Wu Qiming made another suggestion.

"Then you will probably be eliminated on the spot." Song Pingqing, a person who doesn't act or sing in a very proper way.

The most popular song is probably Happy Birthday.

"Stop playing guitar. Dance." Song Pingqing suggested something that he could rarely accept. "Dancing is also quite good on stage."

Wu Qiming, who was not fond of sports by nature, was forced to do it.

Wu Qiming: Thank you Xueer for the arrangement. Everyone was tortured.

While I was standing in the rehearsal room, wondering what song to dance to, Shen Ci came in with two drinks.

"What are you doing here?" Song Pingqing and Wu Qiming didn't expect Shen Ci to appear in this place.

Wu Qiming trotted over to take the drink: "Don't you still need to prepare for your competition?"

"Xue'er said that our dance was not pretty, and asked me to stop sitting there all day and come out to practice with you guys." Shen Ci handed Song Pingqing the cup of sugar-free drink to her, "So, I came to join you."

Song Pingqing:......

It’s pretty good. Wu Qiming is positioned as a sunny and cheerful boy, Shen Ci is a handsome and delicate boy, and she is a cool and rebellious girl.

All three of them are very good-looking, and their personalities are different.

Very good, very harmonious.

Song Pingqing looked at his hair, which had grown a lot recently, in the mirror of the training room and said, "I want to dye this thing red!!!"

Wu Qiming, Shen Ci: ???

Song Pingqing is a person who does what she says. She not only wants to dye her hair red, she also wants to have a mullet.

In order to avoid the barber not understanding his request, Song Pingqing's first step was to pester Murong Xue: "Just help me draw it. What if I cut a particularly ugly haircut? Wouldn't it be embarrassing to go out with you?"

This sentence really hit Murong Xue's vital point.

The look in Murong Xue's eyes when she looked at Song Pingqing immediately changed, as if she was saying: Enough, you know too much about me!

Indeed, what Song Pingqing said was right. Murong Xue absolutely could not accept that the person walking with her was not good-looking. She looked at Song Pingqing deeply and said, "Just pretend."

"The school doesn't have any rules that forbid dyeing or perming hair." Song Pingqing touched his hair that was about to grow to his collarbone. "It just so happens that my hair has grown longer recently, so it's time to trim it."

This is the advantage of Baihua Academy. As an aristocratic school that encourages and supports the free development of students, Baihua Academy fully respects the individuality of students. From elementary school to high school, there are no requirements for hair style and color.

However, even if there are requirements, it is estimated that these people will find it difficult to follow them.

Not to mention just getting a perm or dyeing your hair, no one would care even if you painted your lips black and put a few lip studs in.

Of course, Song Pingqing was not that stubborn. Especially when he passed by the cafeteria one day and saw a senior who usually wore a lip piercing but didn't wear it that day leaking water while drinking water, Song Pingqing became even less interested in this thing.

Murong Xue scribbled and revised on the drawing board according to Song Pingqing's description, and soon the image of the mullet head appeared on the paper.

"It looks pretty good." Murong Xue looked at the hairstyle on the drawing board, then looked at Song Pingqing's face, "It should suit you very well."

"Well, you don't believe in anything else, but you believe in my aesthetic sense?" Song Pingqing started to show off.

"Do you believe in your aesthetic taste in making that bracelet weigh 100 grams?" Murong Xue said in a faint tone, thinking of the Ji Yan bracelet that was hidden in the bottom of the cabinet.

Song Pingqing was embarrassed by being exposed, and laughed, "... this, that, that bracelet is mainly because my craftsmanship is not up to par, not because of my aesthetic taste."

Forget it, let’s not talk about it. There are many things in this world that get worse the more you explain them.

Oh, you really need to be cautious when giving gifts, otherwise the gift you give will become your black history in the future.

Song Pingqing took the draft drawn by Murong Xue to make an appointment with a private stylist.