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

Chen Huaer’s craftsmanship is exceptionally good.

It’s no wonder that Song Pingqing is greedy. The dishes she cooks cannot be made even if you hire a chef from outside. Once they leave Shan’ao Village, the essence of these home-cooked farm dishes will be lost.

"If Aunt Huaer can open a farm stay, I will definitely be willing to sponsor it." Song Pingqing was holding a cup of tea, looking like a cat basking its belly in the sun.

"Okay, if I really want to open a farm stay, I'll be the first to tell you." Chen Huaer took her words as a joke and responded casually.

Song Pingqing heard it, but couldn't elaborate. In fact, Shan'ao Village is developing well now and is very suitable for farm stays.

Poor Zhao Lei and his bodyguards, because of their special jobs, the four of them couldn't taste Chen Huaer's cooking and could only smell the scent while nibbling on the bread and sausages.

Miserable~

After tea and dinner, Song Pingqing lay comfortably on the bamboo rocking chair in the old village chief's house, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan and taking a nap.

The weather in late May has become hot. A grape trellis has been built in the yard of the old village chief's house. It is the season when grapes grow lushly and begin to bear fruit. It makes people itchy but helpless.

Zhao Lei, upholding the professional qualities of a personal bodyguard, sat obediently on a small stool next to the rocking chair, fanning Song Pingqing to drive away the bugs.

Song Pingqing: Things have changed. I shouldn't be forced to travel through time this time if I doze off.

Chen Pu and the old village chief were sitting in the shade of the yard discussing the establishment of a production cooperative. The old village chief's eyes drifted towards Song Pingqing from time to time: "Xiao Song is sleeping, how about we go inside and talk?"

Chen Pu: "Grandma, please trust me. The boss is listening."

The old village chief: "People of their generation can work while sleeping???"

Song Pingqing: I slept, but not completely.

Zhao Lei: Thank you, there’s me too.

Zhao Lei was woken up by Song Pingqing at two o'clock. The old village chief was going to call a meeting of the tea growers in the village in the afternoon, and she also had to go to the tea factory to inspect.

It was said to be an inspection, but in fact it was just to meet Zhao Miao and ask him to help promote the production cooperative.

By the way, let's take a look at the new production line.

The tea factory also has peak and off-peak seasons. Spring and summer are the busiest time, and you can smell the fragrance of tea from far away.

Sitting in the office, Zhao Miao made some tea and showed Song Pingqing the plan he had just prepared: "This is the current plan."

If Song Pingqing had not come here suddenly, this plan would have been sent to Song Pingqing for her review.

Song Pingqing opened it and found a series of production plans for peach oolong tea, jasmine tea, etc.

Song Pingqing looked through it again and again, then looked up at Zhao Miao: "Where's the packaging design?"

"After all, this is a brand new product, and the budget for packaging is not high, so we plan to just modify Dingrui's packaging and use it."

"Innovation cannot be limited to products. If the packaging cannot attract consumers' attention, how can they know that you have launched a new product?"

Zhao Miao is very down-to-earth in his work, but when it comes to innovation, he is still lacking.

"Okay, don't think about packaging for now. Let's push forward the establishment of a production cooperative in Shan'ao Village in the next few days." Song Pingqing waved his hand, turned around and left with the plan.

"it is good."

Song Pingqing did not go back to the old village chief, but went directly to stay in the hotel in the holiday villa.

The luggage was delivered to the room early by the bodyguard. Song Pingqing packed his things a little and started sending messages to Shen Ci.

Song Pingqing: Work overtime and overtime.

Shen Ci:

This guy now replies to messages quickly and easily.

Song Pingqing described the various creative packaging ideas for scented tea and fruit tea in his previous life and sent them to Shen Ci, and then asked, "How long will it take to design it?"

Shen Ci: "You've explained it so clearly. I'll draw a little more tonight and give it to you tomorrow."

Song Pingqing: "It seems you don't have much homework today."

Shen Ci: "There are so many, right? Xiao Qizi has been crying all afternoon. But I can't fall behind."

Wu Qiming and Song Pingqing each have their own strengths. Shen Ci feels that if he doesn't do something, he will appear to be worthless in the team.

Before Song Pingqing could reply, Shen Ci quickly asked, "After you confirm, do you need me to contact the manufacturer for production?"

Song Pingqing: "Still looking for the same one as before?"

Shen Ci: "No, they are fine for producing traditional things, but if it comes to more innovative things like what you said, I think we should change people."

Song Pingqing: "Then you should come. By the way, many of the packages this time are in direct contact with food, so you must find a qualified manufacturer."

Shen Ci replied with the most primitive OK expression.

Some things should still be left to people with experience.

Sure enough, at noon the next day, Song Pingqing received the design draft sent by Shen Ci in his mailbox. After some minor revisions, Shen Ci took the draft to find someone to produce it.

The old village chief naturally fully supported the establishment of the tea cooperative. Six meetings were held in just three days. Thanks to Chen Pu, who grew up in Shan'ao Village, who ran around, he finally got every tea farmer in the village to sign.

Looking at the red seal falling, Song Pingqing finally felt a little relieved.

Chen Pu knew what she was worried about. He stood beside her and whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, everyone will be happy after signing this contract. After all, it is our own business. If those people really want to bypass you, the village will definitely give you feedback as soon as possible."

Song Pingqing nodded.

In a sense, this can also be considered an advantage of the village collective business. Once everyone's interests are closely tied together, everyone becomes a supervisor, and anyone who wants to do something weird will easily be noticed by others.

"The villagers must guarantee their income, the cooperatives must ensure quality, and the factories must ensure production. The three parties must constrain their profits, and only then can the rear be officially stabilized," Song Pingqing concluded.

After all the documents were signed and in place and the villagers who came to sign had left, only Song Pingqing, Zhao Miao, and two people from the quality control department who came from Jincheng City were left in the office.

"In the future, Mixue Yuecha's quality control department will also be involved in supervising production quality." Song Pingqing pointed at the contract on the table and said to them, "I can't control what happens to the people below me, but if there is a problem with production safety, I will find you."

After briefly mentioning this, Song Pingqing said to Zhao Miao, "Hurry up and produce the products in the second workshop. The packaging has been designed, and we are waiting to confirm the manufacturer before signing the contract. After the samples are ready, send a batch to the office of Mixue Yuecha and let everyone in the office evaluate them."

After giving a few brief instructions, Song Pingqing got up and left. Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked out of the tea factory office, he saw Chen Pu still waiting outside.

"Is there any work left to do?"