The next day was Saturday, a day when I could sleep until eight o'clock.

No one knew what Murong Xue had experienced the day before, but her brain was overly tired and at eight o'clock she still didn't seem to be waking up.

It's rare, and very distressing.

Song Pingqing covered her and the white bear doll in her arms into the quilt and tucked in the corners, then got up quietly to wash up.

While brushing his teeth, Song Pingqing was still thinking about the scene he had just seen.

This three-dimensional white bear doll is very cute, but it doesn’t seem comfortable to hold while sleeping.

Murong Xue’s birthday is coming soon, so I can find some materials and make a few new ones for her.

I recall the first time I celebrated Murong Xue’s birthday, I had to find out in advance what jewelry she had in her closet so I could buy her a gift.

Nowadays, when Song Pingqing prepares birthday gifts, he no longer considers the price of the gifts. He is more concerned about whether the gifts can really make Murong Xue more comfortable and at ease in the details of life.

If it can be done, expensive and cheap are no different. After all, they are not the kind of people who need to use money to express their feelings now.

After all, only when both parties are not short of money can there be such a sense of relaxation.

However, Murong Xue does not seem to agree with the view that "Song Pingqing is not short of money."

Murong Xue slept until half past nine. With Song Pingqing's deliberate cover-up and Zhang Ma's loyal assistance who believed that "children don't need to be pushed too hard", no one noticed Murong Xue's laziness this time.

Once in a while, no harm done.

Song Pingqing brought Murong Xue's breakfast directly to his room so that she could eat it after she finished washing up.

Murong Xue not only washed her face, she even took a bath and washed her hair. When she came out of the bathroom with an orange-red dry hair towel on her head, Song Pingqing was rarely stunned for a moment.

"You are using my towel, right?" Song Pingqing was puzzled. Didn't she have mysophobia? Why did she use her own towel?

As expected, the young lady was led astray by herself?

"I don't know who told her to take a toothbrush and a nightgown, so she really only took those two things." Murong Xue's tone was picky, "She didn't even take an extra towel."

Thank you, it's just a few steps from your house, so I can still get it in time even if you ask me to go get it now.

Song Pingqing: I don’t want to argue with my child about these things. As long as the child is happy, that’s all that matters.

"I remember you called me yesterday and said you wanted to make paper cups." Murong Xue took a sip of soy milk. "Hurry up and explain the matter while I'm having breakfast. I have something else to do later."

"Speak of a devil, I won't say anything." Song Pingqing was furious. "Just eat well, there's no need to think so much while eating."

Murong Xue pursed her lips helplessly: "It would be great if everyone thought like you."

"If you don't tell me now, I won't have time until the evening." Murong Xue added.

"Then we'll talk about it tonight. Just have a good meal."

Murong Xue today was obviously not as tired as yesterday.

Or maybe she was deliberately saving her energy to listen to Song Pingqing's speech.

When Song Pingqing finished talking about the "plastic ban" and Zheng Jiu's visit to her, Murong Xue showed a very strange expression, as if looking at a fool: "So, you also think that the 'plastic ban' will be a one-size-fits-all approach?"

"I don't think so." Song Pingqing shrugged, "But that doesn't mean I can't show it like this."

The opinions expressed by a person are not necessarily his or her true opinions. It is more likely that expressing such opinions can enable the person to gain greater value or obtain higher benefits.

"And I was just acting with the monitor."

She never said she thought the plastic ban was a one-size-fits-all approach.

"Do you want to take this opportunity to lower the price?" Murong Xue asked.

"Yes." Song Pingqing said confidently, "On the surface, many people think that the 'plastic ban' will be a one-size-fits-all approach. His company's shares are falling sharply now."

Murong Xue tilted her head and looked at her, listening carefully to what she continued to say.

"Although his family is not specialized in disposable paper cup business, and the quality of the paper cups they produce is average, it is a good thing for them to take advantage of my proposal to cooperate to improve production quality and expand business scope. It is a win-win situation after all."

"Since you don't think the plastic ban will be a one-size-fits-all approach, why do you still want to switch to paper cups?" Murong Xue directly pointed out the most critical problem in Song Pingqing's entire plan, "Do you think there is a problem with plastic cups?"

"Plastic cups are fine, but it also depends on what material they are made of," Song Pingqing replied. "At this stage, plastic cups degrade incredibly slowly. It would be a good idea to replace the packaging of some products with paper cups."

"Besides, paper cups are better for pattern marketing than plastic cups." Song Pingqing showed Murongxue the paper cup sketch sent by Chen Pu today, "It just so happens that the anniversary is coming soon, so I also want to take this opportunity to do some environmental protection marketing."

Once this environmental marketing is done, it is hard to guarantee that Zheng Jiu's stock price will not continue to fall. But so what? Didn't she also give the Zheng family a new development direction and orders?

Murong Xue looked at the sketch on the cup carefully: "Is it still the fox and the tiger? I remember it was this last year. Didn't I give Duoyi to you? Why not make some new themes?"

"I've been thinking about this, too." Song Pingqing sighed, "But the marketing of the theme itself can't keep up. It doesn't have a certain influence as a foundation like Fox and Tiger."

In the era without smartphones, it is really difficult to do interesting marketing...

"But the focus is not on the theme, but on the marketing method." Song Pingqing pointed to the numerical value on the sketch and showed it to Murong Xue, "Look at the design of this cup."

Murong Xue looked at the numbers several times and realized: "Are you planning to market the cups?"

"Hmm." Song Pingqing replied, "Let's wait and see."

Murong Xue was silent for a while, then said, "This time the 'plastic ban' bans ultra-thin plastic bags."

Seeing that Song Pingqing was not surprised, Murong Xue asked a new question: "Do you want to market the concept of environmental protection?"

But Song Pingqing sighed: "It's good enough to make a good paper cup. The cost is very high. Think about whether there is any way to add this concept to the details."

For example, you can earn points without using bags, but Song Pingqing is a little confused about how to do it.

The lack of smart devices and the inability to manage intelligently are indeed one of the biggest obstacles to the development of Mixue Yuecha at this stage.

"I have a friend whose parents are getting divorced." Murong Xue suddenly started a new topic while Song Pingqing's mind was still recovering from the previous topic.

"Divorce? What divorce?" Song Pingqing asked subconsciously. Suddenly, he felt something was wrong. He turned around and stared at Murong Xue. "No, you are with us almost every day. Where did you get your friends? Why haven't I heard that you have a new friend?"

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