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

Murong Xue's words "go home and find money" confused Song Pingqing.

How can money come this way?

Seeing Song Pingqing's cute and helpless expression, Murong Xue felt much better: "Of course, this is also a good opportunity for you to improve yourself. After all, not everyone has the opportunity to report to the three of them at the same time."

"Song Pingqing, it's time for you to learn how to attract investment in the true sense."

There was a mixture of pride and complacency in Murong Xue's tone.

Song Pingqing reached out and held Murong Xue's wrist, moving her hand away from his face: "Okay, Miss. Let's go back together and report carefully."

This child, why is he becoming more and more fond of touching things?

Murong Xue was right about one thing: Song Pingqing's previous way of attracting investment was indeed not very normal.

It's true that Murong Xue loves to spend money on her, but Song Pingqing can't always count on Murong Xue to spend money on her all her life, right?

Song Pingqing himself attracted the investment for Boss Mei, but the group of coal bosses is itself very special. They are the product of a specific era's craze. They rise and fall as time goes by. It is impossible for Song Pingqing to keep making money forever by relying on a group of coal bosses.

Therefore, it was indeed a good opportunity for Song Pingqing to report the project to Murong Bazong, Murong Baba and Dan Qiyun at the same time.

For ordinary people, it is a very terrifying thing to report projects to two big bosses, Murong Ba and Murong Baba, and solicit investment at the same time. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is very stressful.

But perhaps because Song Pingqing's current identity is somewhat different, Murong Xue asked her to do so, and she just felt it was natural.

Song Pingqing should have reported the matter clearly. She couldn't just spend such a large sum of money from the Murong family without saying a word and leaving no explanation.

There is a saying that goes "Be loyal to the person who entrusted you with the task." Even though I have this important task to do, I can't forget about Wen Zhuo's matter.

Song Pingqing called Zhao Lei and sent a message to Gu Zongnan, asking Zhao Lei to go to the Xingyao Group to help her get the information of the first and second generations of Xingyao, as well as the design plan of the third generation of Xingyao that would be released in the future.

She was urged by Murong Xue to go back to her room for a nap.

What Murong Xue said really made sense: "If this little thing affects your eating and sleeping, if you encounter something big in the future, won't you get a stomach disease from hunger?"

Murong Xue's tone was a little fierce, just like her father Murong Ba's when he cared about others.

But what he said is true.

Song Pingqing rubbed his stomach and thought: It turns out that the overbearing CEOs who have stomach problems have poor psychological endurance. When something happens, they can't eat and become so hungry.

The old lady had barely started her own business, but she almost got the occupational disease of a domineering CEO?!

It’s a pity that although Song Pingqing listened to Murong Xue’s advice and went back to his room to sleep, he slept too long last night. No matter how hard he tried, he could only close his eyes and rest for a while, and couldn’t really fall asleep.

At the agreed time in the afternoon, Song Pingqing came directly with a large group of people from upstairs.

When they arrived, Gu Zongnan, who had rushed over from the Xingyao Group, had also arrived. This was the first time that everyone gathered in Wen Zhuo's home, which was filled with the aroma of tea.

All the people who had agreed to help came, even Murong Xue followed them downstairs, which relieved the uneasiness hidden deep in Wen Zhuo's heart a lot.

Everyone sat down at the table. Wu Qiming took out some information from his bag and passed it to everyone:

"I went to inquire about it a few days ago. The catering stalls will have a special dining area. Each stall will be allocated eight tables, four double tables and four four-person tables."

"There is also a new regulation to be added, which is expected to be released tomorrow."

Wu Qiming had found his home turf, and he was very proud when he talked about the new information he had heard: "It is said that too many students went to the office to complain that the competition rules were unreasonable, so the competition rules were temporarily changed. All stalls must submit materials that can prove the cost of goods, and labor costs can be temporarily excluded. It depends on the profit margin."

Wen Zhuo had a strong desire to win, and when he heard this, he frowned and asked, "Have you changed from only looking at sales to only looking at profit margins?"

Wu Qiming immediately said, "That's not the case. The news I heard so far is that the results of the competition will no longer be announced on the spot."

Wen Zhuo couldn't help but feel even more unhappy after hearing this.

If he didn't announce it on the spot, how could he continue to "bicker" with Wen Yue?

Wu Qiming pretended not to notice and continued, "The school said that we need to conduct a comprehensive analysis of the interest rate and turnover of each stall before rating the stalls. We only rate them, not rank them."

Seeing Wen Zhuo frowning even more, Wu Qiming felt secretly happy.

Haha, I asked you to hide everything from your brothers and sisters, and now you are dumbfounded. The rules of the competition have been changed, and there is nothing wrong with the events. Who can guarantee that you can beat Wen Yue?

Let you act like a kid!

"That makes a lot more sense." Gu Zongnian had no idea what Wen Zhuo was thinking about this matter. After leaning back in his chair and listening to Wu Qiming's words, he stretched and yawned lazily.

“I don’t know who came up with the idea of ​​ranking by the number of tokens. It’s definitely not a good idea for doing business.”

Wen Zhuo: It’s even more annoying. I should have told them the truth earlier.

Just as Wen Zhuo was getting annoyed, the servant brought tea and snacks: "It's time for afternoon tea, ladies and gentlemen, please eat something before chatting."

Song Pingqing doesn't eat sweets, so he couldn't help but frown slightly when he saw the table full of tea cakes.

It has to be said that she didn't eat enough at noon today, so she is a little hungry at this time.

Song Pingqing was hungry, but Gu Zongnian was the first to speak. He didn't treat him as an outsider at all and took the lead in ordering food: "Young man, why do you want to be so healthy? I want an iced Coke and grilled wings."

When Song Pingqing heard what he ordered, he became even hungrier and his stomach made a very quiet protest.

Murong Xue turned her head and glanced at Song Pingqing with a faint smile in her eyes: This guy, he didn’t eat well at home at noon, and now he finally feels hungry.

"Me too..." Wu Qiming tried to agree with Gu Zongnian, but when he thought of the half-smiling faces of the teachers in the training room and the training methods that could cost him half his life, he finally calmed down and said, "Forget it, leave me alone. I'll just drink tea."

Shen Ci followed Gu Zongnian and echoed a few words: "I want some iced Coke and grilled wings, too."

Since two people were already ordering, Song Pingqing finally felt comfortable ordering as well: "Then I want French fries!"

French fries? Murong Xue propped up her chin and looked at Song Pingqing. This thing has no nutritional value.

Wen Zhuo certainly wasn't that interested in such a small thing, nor was he so anxious that he didn't even have time to ask his friends to order afternoon tea.

Seeing that everyone had ordered, he looked at Murong Xue and asked, "What would you like to eat, sister?"