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

Murong Xue was still too young and not thick-skinned enough to deal with this kind of direct teasing with a hint of bad taste.

So I leaned back, turned my face away, closed my eyes, and pretended to be asleep.

This is really a very classic way of avoiding the problem.

When Song Pingqing passed the toll station, he turned his head to glance at her, couldn't help but chuckle, and then concentrated on driving.

Young people, it's normal to be thin-skinned~

To attend an alumni association, no matter where you live, you must first sign in at an off-campus hotel.

Song Pingqing drove for nearly three hours and finally arrived at the hotel entrance.

Murong Xue had "woken up", and the two of them tacitly agreed not to bring up the topic of French kissing again.

As soon as I drove the car to the door of the hotel's main building, Hongbao Building, the doorman came over to greet me. Several old classmates in the house also ran out when they noticed the car.

Who else could be the fastest runner if not the old squad leader Zheng Jiu.

"I was wondering who was driving such a nice car to the meeting." Zheng Jiu joked with a smile, "It turned out to be my big brother from Party A."

"Thank you, it's Party A's sister." Song Pingqing casually threw the car keys to the doorman, took out a red bill from his wallet and handed it to him as a tip, then walked into the door holding Murong Xue's hand.

"Okay, okay, sister Party A." Zheng Jiu immediately led the two to the sign-in desk, "Sign in here."

Among all of Song Pingqing's lackeys, Zheng Jiu is the one who is the least psychologically burdened.

He is also the only one who is still willing to call me "Big Brother" after he becomes an adult.

Don't get me wrong, this is definitely not because he has any unspeakable thoughts, it's purely because the money is in place.

Under Song Pingqing's name, Mixue Yuecha and WeiKa are both major consumers of plastic and paper products.

The two brands have a total of more than 1,200 stores, and the paper cups, plastic cups, straws, and packaging bags are all custom-made at the Zheng family's factory.

The orders from these two brands alone send to the Zheng family amount to three hundred million each year.

This does not include the additional peripheral products that need to be produced for various joint activities, nor does it include the plastic products needed for the tea bags and tea beverages of Mixue Yuecha itself.

If you count those, it would probably be around 400 to 500 million.

The money will not all be transferred to one person at a time. Song Pingqing made a fortune from the dividends, and the Zheng family, as the downstream party of her industry, can of course also get a share.

Of course, whatever she said was what it was. Even if he was asked to call her grandma, Zheng Jiu could do it without any psychological burden.

Zheng Jiu: She delivers so many orders to our family every year. Let alone being her lackey, I would rather be her dog.

The young master of the Zheng family turned into a welcoming guest on the spot, leaving the other people who had come out to watch the car and join in the fun stunned.

"It's really Lambo's 50th anniversary commemorative model Veneno. There are many talented alumni among us who can drive such a car."

"What is this man's background?"

"I don't know~" (I don't know.)

"I know the one next to her, the heir of the Murong family."

"The heir of the Murong family is sitting in her passenger seat? That's awesome."

The scattered discussions reached their ears, and Song Pingqing and Murong Xue looked at each other.

Murong Xue raised her chin and asked: How about the car I contacted for you?

Song Pingqing also responded with his eyes: Today I really got to show off.

Murong Xue pinched her palm and asked her with her eyes: Are you satisfied?

Song Pingqing raised his eyebrows, and there was only one word in his eyes: awesome!

The corners of Murong Xue's mouth rose a few more pixels.

She doesn't like to be high-profile, but she likes Song Pingqing's high-profile and flamboyant style.

Following Zheng Jiu to the check-in desk, Song Pingqing wrote down his and Murong Xue's names in the booklet. After putting down the pen, he asked Zheng Jiu, "Where do you live?"

"The hotel I booked is closer to the city." Zheng Jiu immediately sent the name of his hotel to Song Pingqing.

"Then don't go back. Stay here." Song Pingqing said directly, "I have something else to talk to you about."

Song Pingqing: I will never waste a single cent of the million-level share money.

"Okay, then I'll have someone bring the luggage over right away." Zheng Jiu ran away in a daze.

Zheng Jiu: Party A’s sister is here to deliver the order~~~

Murong Xue and Song Pingqing held hands, took the room card from the waiter, and teased, "What? Are you so impatient to start working?"

"Of course." Song Pingqing really felt sorry for the one million.

Although we know that money is only valuable when it is flowing, we should spend it if we have money in our pockets. Keeping the money and not spending it is a choice that is not conducive to the market economy.

But Song Pingqing still hasn't developed the habit of spending lavishly.

Song Pingqing: It is said that it is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but when there is not much to spend money on in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation, and I don’t want to get involved in any messy bad habits, it is really difficult for me to find ways to spend money.

Even if you want to play a game, hey, it’s your own property.

In desperation, Song Pingqing could only learn from the example of a certain Donglai Supermarket in her previous life and choose to provide the best employee benefits and let the employees spend money for her.

The question is whether he is a qualified successor to socialism.

"Promising." Murong Xue nodded her head. "You've always been thinking about this. Can't you just treat this as headhunting fees?"

Headhunting fees are either 20 to 35 percent of the annual salary, or four times the monthly salary.

Take Ma Ertai and Jing Wen as examples. When they were sent to Song Pingqing by the Murong family, one had an annual salary of 2 million and the other had an annual salary of 3 million. The combined headhunting fees for the two were 1.5 million.

The person was poached by the Murong family, and the bill was settled by Song Pingqing, so Song Pingqing had some idea of ​​how much the headhunting fee was.

"Then I really need to open my eyes and carefully pick out some potential stocks."

If we cannot achieve the quality of Ma Ertai and Jing Wen, we should at least win in quantity.

The two chatted as they walked towards the elevator.

As the elevator door was about to close, a very familiar voice rang out.

"Wait me a moment!"

Song Pingqing's hands were quicker than his brain, and he stretched out his hand to block the gap in the elevator door.

The hairs on Murongxue's back stood up. Seeing that the elevator door was not closed and Song Pingqing's hand was not touched, she glared at her and said in a very bad tone:

"Why are you cooperating with other people's business? Aren't you afraid that your hand will be pinched?"

Song Pingqing laughed awkwardly: "If it's stuck, it's a problem with the elevator program. It's not my fault anyway."

Wen Zhuo hurried in, but as soon as he entered the elevator, he was glared at by Murong Xue.

Wen Zhuo waved his hand awkwardly: "Hi? Good afternoon, sisters."

Then hurry up and swipe your room card so as not to miss your floor.

Whether it was for future support or for something else, Wen Zhuo, as an adult, still remained a master of tea art, which made Song Pingqing laugh unkindly.

"You're still laughing?!" Murong Xue's "pliers" were deployed instantly.

Song Pingqing immediately admitted his mistake: "I'm wrong, I'm wrong, stop it."

Wen Zhuo: I am really an outsider here.