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

Zhao Lei drove skillfully. He saw from the rearview mirror that Song Pingqing was tired but in good condition. He wanted to help her change her mind, so he joked:

"In fact, the security company pays us very high salaries."

"Really? How high?" Song Pingqing became interested.

They are called bodyguards, but this group of bodyguards are different from the security guards hired by ordinary bosses. If something really happens, they will really fight to the death.

"The basic salary is 10,000 yuan. Every time I go out with you, it's 2,000 yuan for less than six hours. If it exceeds six hours, it will be considered overtime and I will make up another 3,000 yuan. Five insurances and one housing fund will be fully paid."

Song Pingqing calculated and found that after this month, her salary was almost the same as the salary, no, pocket money, that Murong Ba gave her.

"Not bad." Song Pingqing sighed.

Their monthly salary is much higher than the annual salary of Jincheng employees.

"That's not all." Zhao Lei continued, "I heard from a few big brothers that the betrothal gifts for their wives were all paid by the company, which was 66,000 yuan."

Sixty-six thousand is a large sum of money these days.

"In addition, we will provide you with housing. Although the housing is not in your name, we will basically move to a place near where you move."

Are you sure? The house price in Jincheng?

Song Pingqing calculated that it would cost seven or eight million yuan a year just to support these eight bodyguards, and that didn't even include activity expenses.

The money earned by the logistics company is not counted as my own earnings, but as money given by my parents. After deducting various pocket money every year, the only money counted is the money I earn from my business.

Song Pingqing couldn't help but exclaimed "Wow".

The money she earned couldn't even support a team of young guards in President Murong's security company.

This is really unreasonable.

No wonder Murong Xue always felt that she wasn't big enough when it came to making money.

Fortunately, the red envelopes Song Pingqing gave them were big enough, otherwise it would have been a joke.

Zhao Lei thought Song Pingqing felt that the salary they were given was too high. Before he could make up for it, Song Pingqing suddenly came over from the back row and said:

"Disrespect, disrespect."

Zhao Lei: ? Why are you suddenly so literary? Don’t try to guess what a child is thinking.

It's not that someone wants to be flowery, but she suddenly remembered the treatment of death warriors that was hotly debated on the Internet in her previous life. Someone asked, "Why could we support death warriors with just porridge and pickles in the past, but now we can't recruit them with a monthly salary of 6,000 yuan?"

Case solved.

Song Pingqing certainly couldn't compare Zhao Lei and his men with the death squad, but from the treatment they received, it wasn't hard to see that he was the kind of boss who wanted his subordinates to work hard for him, so the treatment he gave would only be better.

The necklace that Song Pingqing ordered for Xiuxiu was a pure gold Hehe Ruyi necklace made with the palace's fine gold craftsmanship and weighing one and a half kilograms.

Not counting the gold price, the craftsmanship cost alone is as high as 550,000.

The Ruyi can be taken off and worn as a necklace. The necklace is not a plain necklace, but is hand-engraved with peony branches, which symbolizes endless life.

The main body is even more exquisite, with a double-layer filigree mesh bottom, embossed petals engraved all over, and dotted with red and blue sapphires. The phoenix feathers and dragon scales are all completely carved out. You can even use a magnifying glass to look closely and not find a single flaw.

In total, Song Pingqing spent more than 700,000 yuan.

When I brought it home and took it out, the whole family was shocked.

Xu Jinmei reached out and touched it, and felt that it was too delicate: "Abao, how heavy is it?"

"About 800 grams." Song Pingqing answered casually, "I forgot the exact amount, but it was about one and a half kilograms anyway."

One and a half pounds? You use gold to describe gold?

Old Lady Song: "I thought that the gold bracelets you made back then weighing over 100 grams each were already the limit, but you can actually buy a gold necklace weighing one and a half kilograms???"

Old Lady Song: "You might as well buy a silver one. Who would you let wear a gold necklace weighing one and a half kilograms? Even an adult's neck wouldn't be able to bear it."

Old Lady Song: Isn't this just a waste of things?

Song Pingqing was speechless for a while: "This is a heritage series that can be passed down from generation to generation. It's better than spending hundreds of thousands to buy a luxury product that looks good but is actually worthless."

Song Pingqing originally wanted to say "broken bag", but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly realized that Xu Jinmei really needed a broken bag worth hundreds of thousands of dollars to maintain her reputation, so he had to change the description.

"Besides, I bought it for Xiuxiu. It's OK as long as Xiuxiu likes it, right Xiuxiu?"

Song Ping held Xiuxiu in one hand and held a pound and a half of gold in the other hand to play with her.

The baby, who is over four months old, has started to learn to grasp, but just can't do it yet, so it's particularly funny to see Xiuxiu waving her hands at the collar.

Old Mrs. Song was amused: "Little money-grubber."

After all, it's the child's money, so he can spend it as he likes. She's too old to control him anyway.

As soon as Song Pingqing looked up, he knew what Old Lady Song was thinking. He glanced at the box she brought back and said, "Grandma, you can open it. You, my mom, and my aunt all have them. They are all in there."

"How come I have it too?" Xu Jingui was confused.

How could she dare to accept such an expensive thing?

"Aunt, what you said is not right. Why can't you have one?" Song Pingqing's accent changed in an instant. "When my mother was pregnant with Xiuxiu, you took care of her every day. Would I feel at ease if it was someone else?"

"Yes, I asked her to buy them together." Xu Jinmei now cooperated without hesitation and lied without blinking.

Song Pingqing used his skill "The Silver Tongue", and with the assistance of Ms. Xu Jinmei, he successfully persuaded Ms. Xu Jingui to accept a gold bracelet from the heirloom series.

Only Xiuxiu was "unaware" and her eyes were fixed on the golden collar. Seeing this, Song Pingqing moved the collar closer to her, and Xiuxiu finally managed to touch the collar.

Song Qixiu: I seem to have won at the starting line.

Song Qixiu: My grandmother in my previous life and my sister in this life were really rich.

Song Pingqing looked at little Xiuxiu babbling in his arms, and his eyes and brows couldn't help but reveal a kindness that was totally inconsistent with his age.

Song Pingqing: After all, he is the child who followed me from the previous life, so grandma can still afford to give him a gold collar.

About three days later, Zhao Lei called and said, "Everything about Yang Tao has been dealt with."

"That Mr. Qi, is he willing to let him go?"

It's no wonder that Song Pingqing wanted to gossip about it. After all, that was the Purple Arrow stand-in who looked 70% similar to Bai Yueguang and had good working ability.

Judging from the behavior of the crazy Chu Yuntian in the past few months, it remains to be seen whether the Golden Arrow is a potential stock, but judging from the experience of coming to this world, the Purple Arrow is definitely a potential stock.

"Mr. Qi was busy pursuing a new girlfriend. He took away 300,000 yuan plus interest and then let her go." Zhao Lei had anticipated that Song Pingqing would gossip, so he reported it in an artistic way.

What a fellow! I’ve been secretly dating a boss of your level for several years, and I borrowed $300,000 from you, and you still have the nerve to charge interest.

Song Pingqing couldn't help but reveal the subway, the old man, and the mobile phone. He said "Ugh" with great disgust, and then asked: "Does Yang Tao know?"

"Yes, Ms. Yang was also there, and she slapped him in the face." Zhao Lei paused, as if thinking of how to describe it, "It's all swollen."

"Good, good, good, good." Song Pingqing said six good words in a row, his tone full of approval and appreciation.

As expected of the purple arrowhead that Song Pingqing dug out, she has a bad temper.

Quiet!