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

After looking at the house, the three of them had a hotpot meal outside together.

When Song's father asked her if there was anywhere she wanted to go, Song Pingqing thought for a moment and said, "Let's go to the bank. I have something to do."

Although he was a little confused, Song's father still took Song Pingqing there.

Song Pingqing's bank card was issued to her by the Murong family, so she went through a special channel to handle her business, and she was not restricted from transferring money just because of her young age.

Coming out of the office, Song Pingqing said to his father, "Dad, I transferred another 60,000 yuan to you. If you have your card with you, go check it."

"I've already bought the house, why are you transferring money to me?" Song's father was frightened. If he had known that Song Pingqing came to the bank to make money for himself, he would never have come.

Xu Jinmei was also a little shocked: "You usually spend a lot of money in that environment, you should keep some for yourself."

She always felt that Song Pingqing had given all the money to them, leaving her with little money in her pocket.

"I know the number." Song Pingqing urged Song's father to go to the ATM to check if the money had arrived.

"I did very well in the final exam a few days ago, and my uncle gave me a bonus." This bonus was only a little less than the one he received during the Chinese New Year. Song Pingqing transferred 60,000 yuan to his parents, and after deducting possible daily expenses, he even had 60,000 yuan left.

In fact, it's not that she's extravagant, it's just that classmates and friends have to give gifts on their birthdays. Besides, her classmates are now from a different class, so it's better not to buy cheap things.

As expected, the pocket money given by President Murong Ba was just pocket money for kids of this class to spend casually.

Fortunately, Song Pingqing is his grandmother's descendant. Although he is interested in many things, he can still control his desires in most cases.

Song Pingqing did not keep all of the remaining 60,000 yuan.

Not only did she transfer money, she even bought 500g of gold!!!

Sounds expensive.

I think I can't afford it.

But the price of gold in this damn world is only 69 yuan per gram!!!

What a concept!!!

This means that Song Pingqing now spent less than 35,000 yuan to buy a pound of gold!

This is the fastest appreciating thing she can invest her money in right now, second only to the house.

Forget about Bitcoin. Where can you get Bitcoin in the other world? It is better to hope that some large-scale online game will launch some limited edition virtual products that will appreciate in value in the future than to rely on Bitcoin.

"Buy the furniture early. Now all those things contain formaldehyde. The smell has to be dissipated before you can use them. It will take at least a year for the smell to dissipate. Then it will be comfortable for you to live in when you bring your grandparents over." Song Pingqing said seriously.

"Good, good, good girl." Xu Jinmei was so moved that her eyes were filled with tears. She hugged Song Pingqing and kissed her several times.

After strolling around a relatively cool place like a museum, I returned to Murong's house in the evening.

I really can't arrange for the next day off.

After a short break, the second round of internship began. Fenghua Entertainment’s headquarters is in Vancouver.

The four-member team had just returned to Jincheng for a week, and before their beds had even warmed up, they were packed up and thrown back again.

Ying Ying Ying.

Little cabbage, the ground is yellow...

Live in Jincheng, wander around Vancouver...

You are only eight years old, you have to make a breakthrough...

"Welcome to Fenghua Entertainment for internship." Wu Zhenming came to greet them personally. Under Wu Zhenming's smiling gaze, Wu Qiming slowly moved behind Song Pingqing.

Well, at this stage, Song Pingqing is half a head taller than him, so he can indeed cover him in terms of height.

But in terms of width...

Wu Zhenming looked at the pair of brackets that appeared behind Song Pingqing and felt speechless.

How could she have such a stupid brother?

"Mr. Murong has already talked to me about your situation." Wu Zhenming took them upstairs, found a multimedia conference room, and said to the four naughty kids, "Come in."

The conference room has good lighting, and it has the bright and clear feeling of the conference rooms in business buildings filmed in TV dramas in previous lives.

The four of them each chose a seat and sat down.

Wu Zhenming nodded and walked to the speaking position: "My fellow young masters and young ladies, I believe you already have some experience in doing projects. I am too lazy to fool you."

…Let’s not talk about the last experience.

"Your task for this holiday is to design a variety show and ensure that it can run smoothly for at least four episodes."

It is indeed straightforward. Last time he lied and said it was just for fun, but this time he made it clear that it will definitely be implemented.

"Mr. Murong said that even if your project is terrible, you have to let it appear in front of the public." Wu Zhenming's smile was quite crazy.

Mr. Murong Ba is really rich and he always pays tuition fees without hesitation.

"There is no upper limit to your project budget this time. You can spend as much as you want." Wu Zhenming seemed to be gloating, "As long as you think the money is worth spending."

After saying that, Wu Zhenming waved and called in a male secretary.

As expected of people from an entertainment company, each of them is a benchmark in appearance.

"This is Zhang Kaixuan, Secretary Zhang. If you need any information or want to promote something, just go to him. This conference room will be your office from now on."

Wu Zhenming called in another beautiful young lady, who was holding a vase full of bouquets of flowers.

“I’m sending you a bouquet of flowers. I wish you a happy internship!”

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving the four people in the conference room looking at each other.

"Are you serious?" Liu Junxi asked first.

"Are you serious?" Song Pingqing replied.

"It must be fake." Wu Qiming couldn't help but pinch himself hard.

"Really." Murong Xue said briefly and got straight to the point. "Do you have any ideas?"

"My only thought now is that if I mess up, I'll get beaten when I get home." Wu Qiming held his head in despair, "Help, my uncle wants me dead!"

Song Pingqing kicked the table, hoping Wu Qiming would stop.

As a result, Liu Junxi, who was standing next to Wu Qiming, cried out, "Who kicked me?!"

In his previous life, Song Pingqing didn’t like watching variety shows or chasing stars. At most, he had watched a few episodes of I Am a Voice, debate competitions, and talk shows.

I have never been involved in highly profitable programs like talent shows, so I just hope that the inventory I had in the past will be useful.

"If you don't have any ideas, why not take a look at Fenghua's previous variety shows first?" Liu Junxi suggested.

"You can't just watch Fenghua's variety shows." Murong Xue has her own opinion, "It's best to watch other companies' high-rated variety shows, even those from overseas."

Okay, watch variety shows with pay!

After making this decision, Liu Junxi went out to ask Secretary Zhang for the materials.

Although it was a young lady who went to the grassroots to experience life, Murong Xue's identity was not hidden from anyone, so no employee dared to embarrass this group of young guys who brought money to the grassroots to play. As soon as Liu Junxi opened his mouth, someone immediately sent over the materials they wanted.

Just kidding, the boss has said that no matter whether it is profitable or not, you will get bonuses if you please these little guys.

Where can you find such a good thing?

The older generation of the Wu family did not value the variety show sector, and most of their work was in the TV drama and film industries. When Wu Zhenming was studying abroad, he saw the prospects of variety shows and after returning to China, he founded Fenghua Entertainment.

It’s a pity that domestic variety shows are still in their infancy. Currently, there are more treasure appraisal programs, unremarkable talent shows and blind date and dating programs on the market.

Even this dating show was created after Wu Zhenming returned to China. This show, which Song Pingqing would not even watch in his previous life, is now a hit! The ratings are far ahead of other variety shows, second only to talent shows where you can vote for your favorite contestants by sending a text message.

No wonder Murong Ba always lets them get involved in this field. As long as the four little ones are not hopelessly stupid, even if they just plagiarize various variety shows on the market, the results will not be too bad.

What should I do? I feel like I’m being looked down upon!

Several people were watching the variety show and discussing, and they accidentally chatted past lunch time. It was not until Wu Qiming's stomach made a loud "gurgling" sound that someone finally came to his senses: "What time is it? Is it time to eat?"

"Wow, it's already half past one!" Murong Xue was stunned.

The young lady has never been hungry since she was a child!

Even when several people rushed to Shan'ao Village during that period, there was the all-round player Song Pingqing who kept an eye on the time and cooked.

"I thought the company would provide lunch boxes." Song Pingqing was also shocked. She did not expect that the eldest lady would openly go to the grassroots level and actually have no food to eat!

What an excessive behavior!

What a mistake. No one on their part thought of contacting the nanny in advance and asking her to cook and deliver meals.

"Secretary Wang said that we can either go to the cafeteria on the third floor of the company to eat, or order takeout." Liu Junxi went out for a walk and quickly found out the situation.

"But it's too late for us to think about this today. The cafeteria closes at one o'clock."

It’s really…

Wu Qiming clenched his fists: "Wu Zhenming definitely did it on purpose!"

"Okay." Murongxue glanced at him, and he stopped talking angrily. Instead, he looked at Liu Junxi and asked, "I haven't eaten takeout yet? Let's order takeout."

"Then everyone, take a look and decide what you want to order." Liu Junxi handed out a small bright yellow card to everyone. "This was given to me by the sisters working outside. They said this small restaurant serves food from 10 a.m. to 9 p.m.."

Song Pingqing also came over curiously. She was very curious about how to order the takeout.

Smart phones had not yet appeared, and even non-smart phones were not popular. One phone would cost at least 3500 yuan. Without the support of Kangaroo and Blue Sky software, how could we order takeout?

On the bright yellow card, which was the size of an adult male's palm, in the center of the front, the words "Song's Restaurant" were written in slightly larger red regular script.

Below is a whole side of stir-fried vegetables and staple soups.

On the back of the card are the rice topped with gravy that working people prefer, and the A, B, C, and D species, or the set meal of one meat and two vegetables, or two meat and one vegetable.

At the bottom of each page are two landline numbers with area codes.

"There are so many." Song Pingqing couldn't help but sigh. This looked different from the pre-prepared dishes in his previous life.

"Let's order some stir-fried dishes and soup." Murong Xue handed the card to Song Pingqing, "You order."

Song Pingqing ordered two meat dishes, two vegetable dishes and a bowl of soup according to everyone's eating habits. Liu Junxi took note of it and ran to make the phone call to order the meal.

"It seems I still need to buy some snacks and leave them here tomorrow." Wu Qiming sighed deeply.

Kangaroos and a certain blue software really benefit lazy people.

At least at this moment, Song Pingqing really misses the versatility of these two softwares.

About forty minutes later, the takeaway arrived. To everyone's surprise, the person who delivered the takeaway was Song Wen, whom they had met a few months ago.

"Song's Restaurant, so that small restaurant is yours!" Song Pingqing suddenly realized.

“It’s you!”

Song Wen was also very happy and could hardly contain his joy. He jumped up to greet them, but he restrained himself because he was injured and carrying food.

A few months later, her injuries had completely healed. Perhaps because she had gotten rid of the annoying Song Li, Song Wen was now in a very good mental and physical state.

She still can't forget the sunset that evening, not only on that day, but also because someone rescued her and found clothes to cover her body.

Moreover, because of the behavior of Song Pingqing and Murong Xue, she realized that even a child from a lower grade dared to resist so fiercely, let alone her who was already fourteen years old?

After Song Li was hit by the bottle, the frightened expressions on those people's faces when they were frightened by the glass bottles were deeply engraved in Song Li's memory.

So since that incident, Song Wen's life has changed a lot. She also started to become stronger, and her life has become happier and happier.

If Song Pingqing knew this, he might sigh, "When you become tough and domineering, you will find that the world is gentle to you."

The food at Song's Restaurant tastes pretty good, not worse than the food cooked by my aunt at home.

Murong Xue had a good impression of the girl whom she had participated in saving to a certain extent, and immediately decided to let Liu Junxi book lunch at Song's Restaurant for a month.

They say that the food is hot now, but the food the nanny brought is cold and not tasty.

Song Pingqing sat beside her and looked at her with a smile.

In fact, how could it be cold when it was delivered in an insulated box? It's just that the young lady was too kind to say it directly, so she had to find an excuse in a proud manner.

Song Wen brought them meals for two more days. On the third day, she brought an extra eight-inch cream cake and said to them, "The crew notified me to join the group."

Murong Xue's eyes lit up when she heard this, but she suppressed her excitement and asked calmly, "Join the crew? Have you participated in other auditions?"

"No, it's the same one as last time." Song Wen smiled embarrassedly, "Although I missed the selection in Wenzhou, the director team called me later and said that I have good qualifications and asked me if I have time to go to the next province for an interview."

"It just so happened that the wound on my face had almost healed, and only the wound on my arm..." Song Wen talked about this, with an expression that was difficult to conceal his excitement, "But they said I was very talented, and it was just in time for me to join the crew after the plaster was removed, so they signed a contract with me. This time, I will continue the second round of filming during the summer vacation."

She has actually already filmed one round and got along pretty well with the crew.

"That's great! Then we'll be able to see you on TV soon!" Murong Xue couldn't hide the smile on her face, "So you brought the cake today to celebrate with us?"

"No, I'm here to thank you." Song Wen's expression became slightly more serious, and he said to Song Pingqing and Murong Xue in a formal manner, "Later, a senior in the crew reminded me that those who missed the interview would not be able to participate in the interview again. Someone..."

In Murongxue's smiling eyes, Song Wen didn't finish his words: "I don't have anything to show off, but I have some talent in cooking. I made this cake myself, so it can be considered as my thank you gift."

After saying that, Song Wen once again expressed his gratitude to everyone and left.

"In fact, Song Wen is very smart." This was not the first time that Song Pingqing witnessed the power of the protagonist's halo, but it was the first time he saw the collision of two unrelated protagonist halos produce a win-win result.

The perfect score in the civil service exam is certainly shocking, but compared with the win-win result, the former seems bland.

"This cake is delicious." Murong Xue scooped another small spoonful and put it into Song Pingqing's mouth, as if deliberately blocking her mouth, "You try it too."

"Yeah, it's delicious." Song Pingqing smiled happily.

Murong Xue is feeling embarrassed.