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

One afternoon after returning to school, there was a sudden commotion during class.

The noise did not come from Song Pingqing's class, but the noise reached here.

The teacher who was lecturing on the stage just frowned slightly and continued with his work. The students in Class 1 were studious and didn't make any noise.

It was not until the end of get out of class that I learned that a very rare earthquake had occurred in Shuzhong.

Song Pingqing's first reaction was to donate money and materials, and his second reaction was that it was time for his family's logistics company to be used for social welfare purposes, so he immediately called Song Dashan.

Murong Xue went out at the same time as her, but her face was slightly serious. She took Song Pingqing's hand and walked to a remote place.

There was a rare sense of disorder in the teaching building, as many students were contacting their families.

Some have relatives in Shuzhong, and some have families or their own businesses in Shuzhong.

This situation was too urgent. Murong Xue pulled Song Pingqing through the crowd and saw Zheng Jiu running towards them:

"Don't rush to call. The school said that classes will be suspended for half a day. Just come to me to register and you can go back."

Song Pingqing glanced at Murong Xue, as if asking for her opinion.

Murong Xue paused, nodded, and followed him back to the classroom. Song Pingqing went to register with Zheng Jiu, while Shen Ci contacted the driver at home to pick him up.

They arrived home at lightning speed and then continued to do their own things.

However, after forty minutes, Murong Xue's mobile phone had already received several messages in succession.

She lowered her head and glanced a few times, her expression becoming increasingly ugly.

But time would not give the young lady a chance to relax. In less than three seconds, she had already withdrawn from her emotions and looked up at Song Pingqing again: "Come with me."

Song Pingqing had never seen Murong Xue look so serious before. He stood up and followed her footsteps, saying:

“I haven’t made the call yet.”

"I'll call you later. I'll have no less than two minutes to tell you something." Murong Xue said as they walked.

When Song Pingqing heard this, he knew that Murong Xue had her own arrangements, so he said no more.

Murong Xue took Song Pingqing into the house and locked the door:

"Chu Yuntian should remember this. Several villages and towns in the epicenter of the earthquake had already been demolished last year."

This was the only good news Murong Xue received on her mobile phone.

Song Pingqing felt a little better: "This is a good thing."

Murong Xue shook her head: "An earthquake of this magnitude has a wide impact area. The damage to the city should not be underestimated. It's just much better than the worst result."

Murongxue turned on the computer and forwarded the file she had just received in her mailbox to Song Pingqing:

"This is the first batch of supplies that can be sent there from several commercial plazas and warehouses in Wanmu."

"We have to make do with this emergency. We'll leave the logistics to you. We'll sign the contract when I get back."

Murong Xue looked very unhappy when she said this, but Song Pingqing remembered to call Song Dashan and did not notice it.

Song Pingqing said bluntly: "What's the point of talking about money at this time?"

They are entrepreneurs but not capitalists.

Song Dashan's phone was always busy. As a logistics company, there must be countless calls coming in for shipping goods at this time.

Song Pingqing frowned and was about to change his mind and dial Song Dashan's driver's cell phone, but Xu Jinmei's call came in first.

"My dear, Wanmu Commercial has contacted us, did you know?"

Before Song Pingqing could say anything, Song Dashan's loud voice came from the other side: "You are sick! Forcing me to sell the company right now! This is ridiculous..."

Song Dashan's voice suddenly stopped. It was not Xu Jinmei who ordered him to shut up, but Xu Jinmei who covered the microphone with her hand.

She also felt that the person on the other end of Song Dashan's phone deserved to be scolded, but she didn't want the child to hear it.

After waiting for half a minute, probably when Song Dashan had finished scolding, Xu Jinmei's voice rang out again:

"Bao'er, Mom knows you are a good person. We can't just focus on money at this time."

During this short break, Song Pingqing had already logged into his mailbox on Murong Xue's computer. Hearing this, he did not defend himself, but got straight to business:

"Mom, I'll send the list of the first batch of supplies compiled by Wanmu to your email address, and then confirm the email address with you."

On the other end of the phone, Xu Jinmei breathed a sigh of relief, immediately confirmed the email address with her daughter, hung up the phone and went on.

No one mentioned money at this time.

After Song Pingqing finished the call, Murongxue immediately started to chase him away: "I have other things to do, you go back to the house first."

So cold.

Song Pingqing also knew that this was not the time to be entangled in tone, so he walked towards his room: "Well, I'll also contact Zhao Lei to see if there are any resources that can be integrated."

When the time came where he needed to contribute money, effort and materials, Song Pingqing suddenly realized the importance of industry.

She has so many businesses, but the only ones she can work on, apart from the logistics company run by her family, are Mixue Yuecha, Weika and the doll factory.

Among all these, the only thing that can be donated directly to the disaster area is to ask the doll factory to temporarily change its production line to produce bedding and pillows.

Oh, maybe Mixue Yuecha can work too. They got the production license for packaged beverages a few years ago, so donating water should be no problem.

But that's all.

Listening to Zhao Lei's report, Song Pingqing couldn't help but think of what Murong Xue had said to him before - "Industry is the foundation."

Alas, others are young and naive and only think that the glamorous world is dazzling and dazzled.

She, on the other hand, is getting worse as she gets older, and even Murong Xue, a teenage girl, can't see things clearly.

When the time came for industry to play a role, Song Pingqing realized how far his cognition had deviated.

He secretly made up his mind to do more business in the future, and arranged Zhao Lei's work in an orderly manner:

"Arrange for the baby factory to change its production line and produce bedding and pillows first to send to the disaster area."

"Sign up an additional contract with the Zheng family and order more bottles. All the water produced by Mixue Yuecha will be sent directly to the disaster area."

"Also, organize employees from various companies to donate." Song Pingqing thought for a moment and added, "Especially the senior executives at Duoyi, we need to correct the bad behavior."

"You can just use the logistics at home. You can contact my parents directly and they will help."

Zhao Lei wrote down the items one by one and went to work.

Song Pingqing put down the phone, and before he had time to catch his breath, there was a knock on the door.

She walked over to open the door, but it was Murong Xue, who had just sent her back to her room, standing outside the door.

"I'm going to take some time off to go to the group headquarters."

Murong Xue's tone was calm and her expression was indifferent, as if she was talking about something very ordinary: "I will not be at home during this period of time. You must bring bodyguards with you when you go out."

Song Pingqing's heart suddenly tightened.