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

Murong Xue slept very soundly, and she was still asleep when Song Ping woke up the next day.

It seems that if Murong Xue wasn't in a very bad mood, she wouldn't have called her.

Tsk, what a strong-willed kid.

Song Pingqing covered her with a quilt and felt that the temperature in the room was a little low, so he raised the temperature of the air conditioner by one degree and then got up to wash.

Fortunately, both houses had separate washing spaces in their master bedrooms, so Song Pingqing successfully avoided the embarrassing situation of being seen by others wearing Murong Xue's nightgown.

After all, the painting style is seriously inconsistent, and it is not even as harmonious as the style of some cross-dressing guys.

Murong Xue put the toiletries bag that Song Pingqing was going to use in last night, and even thoughtfully left a note on it.

There was a very arrogant expression drawn on the pink sticker.

"(`へ′*)ノ小清清's toiletry bag."

Yeah~ so cute.

Song Pingqing took the note off, quickly washed, changed clothes and left the bedroom.

Entrepreneurs are like a spinning top that can't stop. They have a lot of work to do every day and they have their own things to do today.

Aunt Zhang was busy making breakfast in the kitchen. The house was quiet. Song Pingqing was the only one who managed to get up.

I glanced at the time. It was already 7:20, which was long past the time when everyone usually got up.

It seems that Murong Xue is not the only one who has been under great psychological pressure recently.

Song Pingqing walked into the kitchen, and Aunt Zhang put down the spoon: "Morning, Miss Song."

"Good morning, Aunt Zhang." Song Pingqing said with a smile, "What delicious food did you cook? It smells so good."

Even though Song Pingqing often causes a lot of trouble at home, such as using a blender to make paper pulp and ordering different kinds of dishes, she has the best relationship with the nannies and can happily say a few words to anyone she meets.

The nannies firmly believed that Song Pingqing was a good child who was kind and gentle, and Song Pingqing thought that all the nannies were good-tempered and kind.

There was no way. After all, she was her grandmother's descendant, so how could she not know what these women's friends were thinking.

"I made steamed pork buns with sauce and custard buns for you, millet porridge, boiled vegetables, eggs and fruits." Aunt Zhang pointed to her and asked, "Have you been eating well there recently? They haven't been eating well recently."

Song Pingqing knew that Aunt Zhang was trying to pass on the news to him without leaving any trace, so he smiled happily and said, "It's always like this. We're also too busy over there to take care of everything."

No way, with the pressure from Song Pingqing's grandmother, even if the other two are thinking about work, they have to sit at the table and eat obediently when it's time for dinner.

What a joke. Will there ever be a time when all the money is earned? The body is the first capital of the revolution.

"Hey, you kids, no matter how busy you are, you have to take care of your health." Aunt Zhang said meaningfully, "Two or three days is fine, but what will happen if it lasts longer? You're so young and you're suffering from stomach problems again."

It seems that Murong Xue hasn't eaten properly for two or three days.

No wonder the bosses in novels all have bad stomachs. It seems that they didn’t eat well because of stress when they were young.

Hearing Zhang Ma's "complaint", Song Pingqing pursed his lips to cover up the complaints deep in his heart, and said with a smile: "I'll tell them later."

Aunt Zhang was happy. She loved watching these children eat happily. "Go sit outside. The meal will be ready soon. I'll bring it to you."

Song Pingqing had just taken two sips of porridge when there was a knock on the door.

Aunt Zhang said, "So early."

"It's our bodyguard. He came to deliver something to me." Song Pingqing put down the spoon.

"You eat yours, I'll go open the door." Aunt Zhang was really afraid that they wouldn't eat well, so she hurried over.

Uh...actually, I didn't plan to open the door myself.

Song Pingqing picked up the spoon again without changing his expression: "Thank you, Aunt Zhang."

After breakfast, someone immediately started working remotely.

It’s different to work for yourself. You’ll be motivated to do your job!

After creating the document, Song Pingqing began to list in detail what he was going to do next, one by one. He even made a separate form to plan his itinerary, and had to confirm the travel time with his bodyguard from time to time.

Sigh...really, couldn’t the smartphone have been invented earlier?

Song Pingqing burst into tears. Why was she a liberal arts student in her previous life? If she had been a science and engineering student, she would have gone straight to her life goal of leading the country's technological take-off in this life.

Even if he is just an ordinary technician, he can benefit China's new energy industry.

hateful!

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The fantasy is over, let’s continue to fight against our own milk tea industry.

If the milk tea industry is well established, it can contribute to the construction of China. Solving the employment problem is also a way to serve the society.

Song Pingqing comforted himself.

From company registration and store opening procedures to the selection of manufacturers for purchasing raw materials and consideration of some special ideas, Song Pingqing listed everything he needed to do in detail and adjusted the order of priority bit by bit.

The previous emperor died before he could complete his career.

This was the beginning of Song Pingqing's business and he was at a loss.

A somewhat harsh mechanical ringtone sounded, and the caller was Mo Ruanruan.

Song Pingqing pressed the answer button: "Good morning, Sister Ruanruan~"

The tone is sweet and lovely.

Zhang Ma's body trembled.

"Good morning, Xiao Pingqing." Mo's soft voice was like coaxing a child, "You didn't sleep in on such a wonderful holiday?"

"I guessed you were going to call me, so I was so excited that I couldn't sleep."

"Okay, let's get down to business." Mo Ruanruan didn't play with the child's bad taste, and got straight to business. "I've already contacted the dairy factory for you. I'll send you the person in charge's phone number, and you can arrange a time."

"Okay! Thank you, Sister Ruanruan."

After hanging up the phone, before she had time to contact the manufacturer, Murong Xue got up.

"Good morning." Seeing Song Pingqing sitting at the dining table working, Murong Xue walked over directly, "You said you would help me with some advice today. Come on."

"If you tell me to talk, I will. That would be embarrassing for me." Song Pingqing did not compromise easily. Instead, he asked Aunt Zhang to put breakfast in front of Murong Xue. "Eat breakfast. We'll talk after breakfast."

If this world were a comic book, Murong Xue's forehead would be bulging with veins at this moment.

Aunt Zhang gave her a look that said "take care of yourself" and went back to cleaning.

Song Pingqing sat opposite Murong Xue, typing rapidly with his fingertips. From time to time, he glanced at the screen to see if Murong Xue had eaten well.

After enduring another breakfast and brushing her teeth, the eldest lady sat down next to Song Pingqing angrily.

He pulled the chair in a very heroic manner, as if saying, "If you don't explain yourself today, don't even think about leaving the table."

Song Pingqing laughed twice in embarrassment. It is not easy to manage upwards in the workplace.

This time, without waiting for Murong Xue to ask, Song Pingqing showed her the computer screen.

Inside were the contents that Song Pingqing had sorted out early in the morning, along with the experience and operations that Mo Ruanruan had passed on to her yesterday.

The content of the document is clear, and the problems and solutions are listed in points, making it easy to understand at a glance.

"No wonder you want to go to Wen City to look for Mo Ruanruan." Murong Xue realized, and said thoughtfully, "You are going to ask the senior for advice."

Song Pingqing was not surprised that Murong Xue knew what she had done yesterday. Of course, the eldest lady would have her own sources of information.

And to be honest, don't think that your acting skills are good. In this special workplace environment, the two generations of the Liu family have fully proved two points with practical actions. First, don't treat the people of the Murong family as fools. Second, don't think you are so smart.

"I don't understand, I can't just keep doing it and suffer the consequences." Song Pingqing nodded seriously, "Besides, I'm just asking for advice from my seniors, it's not shameful."

"After all, those were the most painful and difficult days for her. Aren't you afraid that she wouldn't tell you?" Murong Xue wondered.

Song Pingqing pulled Murong Xue's hand and put it on his face: "Did you feel it?"

"What did you touch?" Murong Xue was puzzled.

What the hell is this guy talking about?

"Have you felt my thick skin?" Song Pingqing asked again.

Murong Xue was so angry that she laughed, and pinched Song Pingqing's cheek: "I pinched it, it's quite thick."

"Yeah." Song Pingqing nodded and took her hand away. "We are all going to experience the hardships of starting a business. Why should we be so shameless?"

???? What did you say?

"Do you know what kind of ordinary people can make money?" Song Pingqing asked.

"As cheeky as you?"

"No, it's shameless." Song Pingqing was very serious when he said this, so serious that Murong Xue was stunned for a moment.

"I am so thick-skinned, I can't compare to the shameless ones." Song Pingqing said, "I called Sister Ruanruan, and if she doesn't agree to teach me, I won't lose anything. If she agrees to teach me, then I will gain."

"So why didn't I ask?" Song Pingqing waved his phone. "More importantly, if the conversation goes well, she can even provide me with some resource information I need. Look, the factory manager's phone number has been sent to me."

"Having Sister Ruanruan contact and introduce us in advance can save a lot of unnecessary trouble."

"For example, what you said about the temporary price increase."

"If he wants to temporarily raise my price, he has to consider whether it will offend the middleman. Besides, this middleman is also his client. Sister Ruanruan is still doing her old job and has a good business. As long as she introduces me, even if the manufacturer thinks I am not big and the quantity is not large, they will do business with me."

Song Pingqing shrugged: "Besides, doing my business won't make him lose money, so why not do it?"

This was the first time that Song Pingqing talked so much about business in front of Murong Xue.

"But dad doesn't allow us to use our family connections." Murong Xue frowned.

"What does this have to do with my family?" Song Pingqing was quite good at finding loopholes in language. "Isn't this someone I know?"

...That makes a lot of sense.

Song Pingqing met his sister's wife through Wu Qiming, and she really had little to do with the Murong family.

Of course, this was a very rude remark. After all, Mo Ruanruan was willing to help and give advice, partly because of the wedding gift from Song Pingqing that made both of them a fortune. But in the final analysis, who could tell how much of the Murong family's face was involved?

But isn't it the case that things in the business world are like this: you cheat me and I cheat you?

Besides, how can this be called a lie? Song Pingqing never mentioned anyone from the Murong family from beginning to end. You just made it up in your mind.

Murong Xue was in mixed mood.

She is the only heir of the Murong family and is not lacking in business thinking. She can understand the principles behind Song Pingqing's actions with just one glance.

Even in Murong Xue's life, in many incidents, she would unconsciously use such means to check and balance her study partners, check and balance her companions, and maintain the team.

It’s not that the young lady is too naive. She was just frightened by President Murong’s words “You are not allowed to use the family’s connections” and ignored the fact that she is also part of the family’s connections.

Song Pingqing supported his chin and looked at Murong Xue who was thinking with her head down. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Miss, Miss, your father really doesn't allow you to use your own family's resources, but you also have Gu Zongnan in your team. Did you draw this gold card (golden arrow) for nothing?

How can you not use an SSR after getting it?

Murong Xue took a deep breath: "I understand, but... there is still the matter of decoration..."

She doesn’t know anyone at such… uh… grassroots level. How should she solve this problem?

Seeing that she had figured it out so quickly, Song Pingqing couldn't help but secretly sigh in her heart that she was worthy of being a young lady, as she understood things so quickly.

So he quickly tapped the keyboard a few times, highlighting a few of the key points in red: "These are the problems you will encounter when opening a store."

As he spoke, he pointed to Murong Xue and said, "This, this is a variation of the problems you told me yesterday."

"Sister Ruan Ruan said: 'It's easier to get over the devil than to deal with the devil.' At this time, achieving your goal is the most important thing. Fill your pockets and they will let you go."

"Is there no way to vent your anger?" Murong Xue frowned, not wanting to compromise with someone who held a little power. "The merchants on this street must have suffered a lot."

Song Pingqing sighed deeply, not knowing whether he was sighing at his own sophistication or at the innocence of the young lady. "It's up to you to choose. But since Sister Ruanruan has specifically emphasized these, it also proves that these underlying rules are the same everywhere."

"It's the same everywhere?" Murong Xue looked at Song Pingqing with a puzzled look on her face. "So you also encountered such a problem? Did you deal with it in a soft way?"

"Yes." Song Pingqing nodded. After all, someone had memories and experiences from past lives. She even learned this by herself. "As a child, I couldn't show up. I gave the money to the bodyguards and asked them to communicate with the people."

Song Pingqing had encountered a similar situation in his previous life, and chose to rely on his past life experience to handle it smoothly.

"The topic that my uncle gave us is more important than the income. We can't waste our time on such a person."

"But won't this just encourage their arrogance?" Murong Xue was still a child at heart and was struggling with this issue.

Fortunately, she didn't expect Song Pingqing to give her an answer. After all, judging from what Song Pingqing had done, she had already made her own choice.

Song Pingqing couldn't say too much. The young lady had to slowly figure out the truth that a strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake.