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

People who have gotten older and experienced times of extreme lack of money will have some degree of money shame.

To put it bluntly, I feel that I shouldn't spend money lavishly, or that the money I spend should at least be worth it and not wasted.

Even if the money for this lunch of 188,888 was not deducted from Song Pingqing's account, it would make Song Pingqing feel that "something has gone wrong, I have to work harder to make money."

After all, in Song Pingqing's concept, spending money must be linked to making money.

If you spend this money today, you have to find a way to earn it back tomorrow.

However, before she could figure it out, her aunt came up with an idea first.

Song Pingqing and Murong Xue, who were greedy for coolness and greedy for food and showed off three large plates of ice cream in the middle of winter, finally got their comeuppance.

They all collapsed on the beds in the hotel.

"Can you get up?" Song Pingqing lay flat on her back, holding her belly with both hands.

Murongxue stared at the ceiling expressionlessly: "I don't want to remember."

Finally, the hotel made some brown sugar ginger tea and bought some ibuprofen, and had the bodyguards deliver them to the room.

"I want to make sanitary napkins." Song Pingqing's expression was a little dull.

Just when she was squatting in the bathroom and couldn't get out, she suddenly thought of the hot search terms that had been trending for more than half a month in her previous life.

In order to ensure the safety of himself and the eldest daughter, nothing is more reliable than giving birth by himself.

Murong Xue didn't quite understand Song Pingqing's train of thought, but when she looked at Song Pingqing's expression, it was obvious that Song Pingqing was very serious.

"Okay, do it if you want."

How much does it cost to make a sanitary napkin?

Play if you want to.

"I've made it for you." Song Pingqing took out his laptop and began to select ideal subordinates from the three purple arrow workers.

Zhao Lei? Pass, it’s hard for men to empathize with this.

Chen Pu? No, she is reliable, but she is very busy. Recently, she ordered me to prepare for the ACCA exam.

Yang Tao...is also quite busy. After the smartphone went on sale, this guy has started a new project.

Only Ma Ertai and Jing Wen were left. Alas...she began to worry that these two people came from too good a background and it would be difficult for them to empathize with ordinary consumers.

Or take Chen Pu with her to do some more? What if she could squeeze out some time?

He never expected that Song Pingqing would one day become his most hated boss.

Murong Xue looked at Song Pingqing, who was sitting in front of the computer with a serious face, and always felt that this guy was extremely serious about this project.

"Okay, I'll use it if you make it."

Song Pingqing didn't hear what Murongxue said, but just muttered to himself at the contact list: "Alas, it seems that I still have to talk to Chen Pu. She is more reliable."

As expected, he is a child raised by veteran party members, veteran soldiers and veteran cadres, with excellent character and strong abilities.

“Maybe by then the factory can be built in her hometown, and then it may not just be Shan’ao Village that will be lifted out of poverty…”

Song Pingqing started to mutter.

Murongxue didn't know why Song Pingqing was so obsessed with the sanitary napkin project. She stood up and walked behind Song Pingqing: "Do you need my help?"

"I'll talk to you again if you need me to."

Chen Pu is indeed as busy as Song Pingqing.

But when it comes to persistence in this kind of thing, Chen Pu is the one among Song Pingqing's workers who can empathize with Song Pingqing the most.

Chen Pu only made one request: "If you are willing, I would like to promote a few people to be assistants."

This kind of promoted assistant will definitely not be promoted from the senior management, but from the bottom among his own confidants.

"Okay, it's up to you."

Song Pingqing was very confident in Chen Pu's management. As the saying goes, one should trust the people he employs. Since Chen Pu already had an idea, Song Pingqing would not interfere too much.

"I only have three requirements: the products must be clean, of high quality, and that more female employees be hired. I'd rather exceed the standards than under them."

After Song Pingqing finished explaining what he needed to say, he hung up the phone and fell into a new round of Auntie-kun emo moment.

When we returned to Boden, the temperature had dropped below zero and it was white outside. It was obvious that winter was not over yet.

"We flew from one winter to another." Wu Qiming is learning to write songs, and his words are beginning to sound poetic.

No one just paid any attention to him.

It's time to sign up for elective courses in the new semester. Among the cultural courses, Song Pingqing decisively followed Murong Xue's example and took economics.

She let herself go in physical education and interest classes, but she did learn jewelry design and production.

Song Pingqing: I don’t know how to design, but I have to start learning production from here, and I have no choice.

One month after school started, the photo album that was taken during the 180,000 yuan lunch, along with many by-products, was finally sent across the ocean.

There are two sets of photos, one for Song Pingqing and one for Murong Xue. The negatives have been sent to their email addresses respectively.

There are also many cartoon pattern keychains, bookmarks and small cards made based on photo albums.

The peripheral products are so rich and varied.

"The photos are pretty good." Song Pingqing nodded, looking at the photos with slightly intimate actions, and didn't think about Murong Xue's nervousness at all.

I even sighed in my mind, it’s really good, there is not any photo studio style at all, the photographer deserves an extra-large chicken drumstick.

Song Pingqing had no idea that the money Murong Xue gave to the photographer was enough to buy thousands of pounds of chicken legs, and he had no idea that the photographer Murong Xue hired was not a studio photographer but a wedding photographer.

She just thought the photo was really well taken and happily praised it: "It really gives the feeling of a cute daily interaction between little sisters."

These words made Murong Xue feel both sweet and depressed.

The sweet thing is that Song Pingqing thinks this kind of interaction is very cute.

The frustrating thing is that Song Pingqing just thinks this kind of interaction is cute.

"It's worthy of a 180,000 yuan lunch. The service is excellent." Song Pingqing sighed.

Murong Xue looked at her, seeming to want to say something but stopping herself.

Forget it, I’d better not tell her that meal money is meal money and photography is photography.

Even the two sets of clothes and the jewelry she wore were bought. This set of photo albums is more expensive than the price of that lunch times two.

Just let Song Pingqing enjoy it foolishly.

unimportant.

“I also think the photographer took great photos.”

Murong Xue carefully put the photo album away, and then selected an acrylic pendant with two Q-version cartoon portraits printed on it from the pile of various peripherals.

The two heads on the pendant were pressed tightly together, with a little flesh on the cheeks squeezed out.

Each person's head is only slightly larger than a one-dollar coin, so it fits perfectly on the phone without looking cumbersome.

Song Pingqing watched Murong Xue hanging the pendant and suddenly said "Huh?"

Murong Xue suddenly became nervous for a moment: "What?"

Did you discover something?

The young lady felt expectant, excited, and somewhat uneasy.

"This one looks good. Make one for me too. I'll hang it on my schoolbag." Song Pingqing replied.

As expected, I shouldn’t have had any hope for this broken stone!

Murong Xue handed one to Song Pingqing with a wooden face.