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

In order to have lunch with Murong Xue, Song Pingqing set out on his journey back to Jincheng at 8:30 the next morning.

When I arrived downstairs at the residence in the north of the city, the clock had just passed eleven o'clock.

"You can arrange for someone to take over the shift. Take a break today, and come back tomorrow after you have your physical examination and get your health certificate."

"Are you still staying here tonight?" asked the bodyguard.

"It depends."

It was still the dedicated and hardworking Aunt Zhang who opened the door.

"You're back so early. The eldest lady hasn't come back yet." Aunt Zhang quickly took the things from the bodyguard.

"I need to use the kitchen." Song Pingqing changed his shoes, turned around and saw Aunt Zhang's indescribable look, and quickly added, "Don't worry, if it's for cooking, I definitely won't use a wall-breaking machine to make pulp."

Aunt Zhang: “Oh.”

Why don't I believe it?

But this time Song Pingqing really didn't mess around. She brought back quite a few products from the dairy factory. She directly used the tea leaves from home and made milk tea in an orderly manner.

When Murong Xue walked in, she saw Song Pingqing wearing an apron and squeezing cream into a cup in the open kitchen.

The picture is very peaceful and beautiful.

Hearing someone opening the door and coming in, Song Pingqing looked up and saw Murong Xue. He smiled and said, "I was just about to finish it, and someone smelled the smell and came over?"

"What, what, what?" A figure followed Murong Xue into the room and ran straight to Song Pingqing, "What did big brother do?!"

If it’s not Gu Zongnan, then who else could it be?

Liu Junxi followed him in and still greeted Song Pingqing politely: "Brother is back."

"Yeah, I'm back."

It only took him a moment to say hello, but Gu Zongnan's hand had already tried to reach for the milk tea cup.

Song Pingqing reacted quickly, picked up the stirring stick and hit Gu Zongnian's hand that was trying to reach for the milk tea, and scolded him: "You rushed in here without changing your shoes or washing your hands. I think you are itching for trouble."

"Oh, let's go now."

Gu Zongnan rubbed his paws and walked away.

Song Pingqing threw the stirring stick into the kitchen sink.

"This time is different from last time." When Murong Xue walked over, she saw Song Pingqing sprinkling chopped pecans on the tip of the cream.

"It looks pretty good." Murong Xue commented.

"I didn't make it in time last time, and this cream topping needs to be made fresh, otherwise it will melt in the milk tea."

Song Pingqing explained, inserted the straw, and brought it to Murongxue's mouth: "Try it?"

Murong Xue hadn't washed her hands yet. She took a sip of milk tea from her hand, and then took a bite of the cream with pecans. She said "hmm" with great enjoyment, "It tastes good. The idea is quite unique."

After saying that, he went to wash his hands.

It seems that he really likes it.

After all, who can resist milk tea?

"Brother, you are not fair!" Gu Zongnian yelled, "She didn't wash her hands, and I didn't wash my hands either. You fed her but hit me with something!!!"

"Go away!" Song Pingqing put the other two cups of milk tea on the table, "One for you and Jun Xi."

"You're treating me differently!" Gu Zongnian complained, but his hand had already reached out for the milk tea. He drank half of it immediately, "Hmm, it's quite fragrant."

"Do you need to use a spoon to eat the cream?" Liu Junxi was not in a hurry. He looked at it carefully for a while before asking.

"Yes...I..." Song Pingqing suddenly slapped his forehead.

I was so busy that I forgot to find someone to design the cups, and order the straws and disposable spoons.

What’s the difference between this and sitting at the dinner table but not being able to find a pair of usable chopsticks!

Song Pingqing felt that his mind was still too naive.

She took out a small spoon from the kitchen and gave it to Liu Junxi, and asked casually: "Do you know where to order disposable cups and straw spoons?"

Liu Junxi shook his head blankly.

But it was Gu Zongnian who came over and put the empty cup back on the table: "Why not ask the amazing Gu Zongnian?"

Song Pingqing raised his eyebrows: "Then may I ask the amazing Gu Zongnian, do you know where I can customize disposable cups and straw spoons?"

"I'll tell you if you have another drink~~" Gu Zongnan was in a hurry.

Song Pingqing was about to beat someone up when he heard Murong Xue say, "Is your brain stuck? Our class monitor's family is in the plastic business."

"Plastic business..." Song Pingqing suddenly realized, "Oh~ Then who should I go to for paper cups?"

Murong Xue was even more speechless: "Come to me, I'll get you 20,000 from my home."

Damn, how could I forget about this God of Wealth.

Seeing Song Pingqing's expression of "Who am I and where am I?", Murong Xue walked over and poked her head with her finger: "You are too busy."

Song Pingqing fell on the table and said, "Oh, I'm dizzy. I need my pretty sister to comfort me to wake up."

"Tsk." Murong Xue glanced at her, "Then lie down."

Five seconds later, Murong Xue reluctantly came over and ruffled Song Pingqing's hair with her hand: "Okay, I'm done."

The attitude is extremely perfunctory.

Gu Zongnan and Liu Junxi looked at Song Pingqing's hair that looked like a bird's nest.

I wanted to laugh, but I didn't dare to make a sound.

By the time the two of them had obtained their health certificates, Xu Jinmei finally got her company and business licenses. Song Pingqing gave her milk tea shop a very concise name, Mixue Yuecha.

Song Pingqing quickly signed the contract with the dairy factory and agreed to start supplying goods ten days later.

Wu Qiming began to take care of the electrical refrigeration facilities in the store, Shen Ci designed the cups and used the connections in the squad leader's family to contact the production, and Song Pingqing continued to travel to look for raw materials.

Fortunately, there are three of them, and they can handle the work by dividing the work and working together.

It is indeed a bit complicated to run a milk tea business these days.

Murongxue's teammates are not very reliable. Gu Zongnian is too jumpy and Liu Junxi is too conservative. The former can at least help with the import tariffs, but the latter...

It has reached the point where Murong Xue sent messages to complain about it.

"You and he have similar backgrounds, but your styles of doing things are so different!!!"

The exclamation mark fully demonstrates the eldest lady's temper.

Song Pingqing looked at his phone in silence.

What the hell, in the eyes of the eldest lady, it is true that they both came from grassroots backgrounds, but no matter how poor the Liu family is, they are still middle class. When the Song family sent Song Pingqing here, Song Pingqing was definitely a child who grew up in the right land.

Song Pingqing replied: "It's almost the same. Their family is much better off than mine. I am barefoot and I am not afraid of wearing shoes. If I lose too much, I can just go back home and farm."

Her family owns several acres of land.

Murong Xue replied quickly, but she didn't get to the point: "I won't let you go back to farming. At worst, I'll support you after I've paid the compensation."

In a sense, this point does not seem to be wrong.

Song Pingqing: "…From your father raising me to you raising me?"

Murong Xue replied: "It's not impossible. You can be my personal secretary and bodyguard. How about it? Are you satisfied with this way out?"

"I'm so satisfied. I want to kowtow to you right now."

"????" Murong Xue replied with a string of question marks, and soon followed up with another question, "What are you talking about?"

"Kowtow, worship the God of Wealth, and ask the God of Wealth to give me more gold coins."

Murong Xue was stunned. This guy was really... never serious.

Song Pingqing: You'd better hope that I'm never serious. After all, when I'm serious, I'm either fighting or making money.

After a while, Song Pingqing sent another message: "Don't be angry. After all, not everyone can rush barefoot like me. This depends on talent."

"After all, you can't expect everyone to be as good as me. Meeting me is a blessing for you."

That is, not everyone can live to be 108 years old in peace and without illness after experiencing nuclear waste water discharge, food security, and various epidemics.

In other words, you can't expect everyone to be Song Pingqing.

After receiving the first message, Murong Xue held her forehead and took a deep breath and sighed. After receiving the second message, she immediately laughed so hard that her shoulders shook.

The bodyguard trembled: The young lady looks a little abnormal.

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This time the journey was long and difficult to drive, so President Murong assigned four bodyguards to Song Pingqing. The one he was most familiar with was the eldest bodyguard, Zhao Lei.

After the plane landed, we found that the local provincial capital also had Murong family businesses, so we changed cars on the spot and drove to Shan'ao Village.

The road to Shan'ao Village is much better than when I came here three years ago. It was not until today that Song Pingqing realized that Shan'ao Village is not as remote as he had imagined. It was just that the road was too bad before, giving people the illusion that it is remote.

When we entered the village, the old village chief was still there to meet us at the door.

"Look how tired you are. The village seems to be much more prosperous, but why do you look worse than you did three years ago?"

Asking for help is one thing, and respecting the elderly is another. Song Pingqing personally got out of the car and helped the old village chief up.

The old village chief patted Song Pingqing's hand and sighed: "You are still young, you don't understand."

The car picked up the old village chief and drove through the valley village, which had a new look.

Compared to the last time when there were only a few brick houses, the valley village has really changed this time. The small Western-style buildings with white walls and red tiles, with a touch of ethnic design, are arranged in an orderly manner between the valleys.

It is much cooler here than outside. Although there is still a thin layer of humidity in the air, it is cooler and more comfortable than the city.

"I heard that you have developed some special brands? What are people planting and raising in the village now?" Song Pingqing began to inquire about the information he was interested in without leaving any trace.

"After you came here, a Wanmu business came to the village and said they wanted to invest here." The old village chief spoke slowly, with the calmness unique to an elderly person.

Song Pingqing was dazed for a moment: Oh - so this is the tone of voice I used to speak when I was old.

"We also found agricultural experts to help us test the land and support farmers," said the old village chief. "After that, we started planting tea trees in our village."

"Half of the people don't believe they can make money. After all, it's someone else's contracted land, and we can't force them to grow tea trees. Some think they can sell fruit after the highway is built, and some think growing grain is the most reliable. In short, they grow all kinds of things."

As they were talking, the car had already arrived at the door of the old village chief's house. The old lady smiled and said, "It just so happens that we harvested a batch of tea this year. The quantity is not large, but it is still no problem to invite you to have tea."

"Okay." Song Pingqing followed suit, helping the old lady get off the car while smiling, "I'm thirsty."

The courtyard of the old village chief's house was very tidy, the farm tools were neatly placed against the wall, and the firewood in the outer kitchen was piled as if with some obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Song Pingqing looked around for a while and said generously, "Can I have a look?"

"Of course." The old village chief boiled water and was not surprised by Song Pingqing's request. "You city kids are interested in these things."

"Has anyone else come here besides us?" Song Pingqing was slightly puzzled.

"Last year, a TV crew came and said they wanted to borrow our place to shoot a variety show called Metamorphosis." The old lady put a bunch of firewood into the stove in the outer kitchen. "But by then, our houses were all built, and they looked so good, so they left again."

Metamorphosis, what a familiar name. Could it be that there are other time travelers here?

Anyway, it had little to do with her, so Song Pingqing didn't bother to pursue it. She was just an ordinary time traveler, and instead of worrying about gossip, she should just live her life well.

"Baby, do you know what Metamorphosis is?"

The old lady's question brought Song Pingqing back to reality. Song Pingqing blinked and said, "It's not a good program. It swaps rural children with urban children to live each other's lives, and then switches back after a while."

"It's OK for city kids to come here and suffer for a short time, but rural kids will come back after experiencing the glitz and glamour of the city..."

Song Pingqing was too embarrassed to continue.

The old village chief understood: "Tsk, those who have grown up and gone out to work, when they come back for the New Year, they still look down on us, not to mention the ignorant children. Fortunately, they didn't film it here, otherwise it would be a sin."

"Of course." Song Pingqing picked up a farm tool he had never seen before and asked, "Is this for picking fruit?"

It was a thick bamboo pole about four or five meters long with a small sickle on the top.

"Yes, this is used to pick fruits from high places." The old lady said after taking a look.

"You have very good eyesight." Song Pingqing praised. In her previous life, she would have worn reading glasses at this age.

"I had better eyesight when I was young." The old lady said cheerfully, "I was a soldier when I was young, and I was the best marksman in the company!"

"Wow———" Song Pingqing immediately flattered him, "Or you can be the old village chief."

The water on the stove boiled, and the old lady took two blue and white cups with a very old feel, brewed some tea, and asked with a smile: "You know I am powerful, so let's not beat around the bush. Tell me why you are here."

"I want to collect tea from us." Song Pingqing smiled slightly, feeling that the aura of the old lady in front of him was no longer as kind as before, so he handled the matter in a businesslike manner and put forward his own idea.

"To be honest, I did some research on our local specialties before I came here. I also read the information provided by the Wanmu Commercial you mentioned, and I came here because I knew you had it."

The old village chief said, "So you do have some connection with Wanmu Business."

"That's right." Song Pingqing didn't intend to make more connections, "But I came here just for my own business. It has little to do with the Wanmu Group."