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

Song Pingqing wrote down the location of Murong Xue's shop and gave it to them, asking the three of them to go there by themselves.

It’s not that President Murong has stipulated that only the children can ride in the family car, but some things are ultimately determined by people’s hearts. Even if others don’t have bad intentions now, there is no guarantee in the future.

So you should keep a low profile when it is time to do so, and don't let your employees get too close to your life.

After the three of them got the address and set off, Song Pingqing called Murong Xue and started by joking, "Where is Boss Murong?"

"In the store." Murong Xue answered and then asked, "Where is Boss Song?"

An old child and a real child teased each other about their names before they contentedly started talking about business.

"I'll send you some money later, and I'll also visit my good friend to express my condolences."

"Give money? What money? And who is your good friend? How come I don't know." Murong Xue asked knowingly, "Is it Gu Zongnian or Liu Junxi?"

"Sending business is like sending money, right? Please call me Song Qian Tongzi. As for my good friend... he is a jealous person who has been fermenting for ten years."

Song Pingqing teased her deliberately, "The vinegar smell is so strong~ It even wafted over the phone. I don't know which jar is so sour."

When it comes to bickering, Song Pingqing has never lost.

Murong Xue: What should I do? I really want to reach through the telephone line and tickle this annoying guy!

After the quarrel ended and they hung up the phone, Song Pingqing called Zhao Lei and asked, "Has Zhao Miao returned home?"

"Been back for a while."

The dormitory is not too far from the shops.

Song Pingqing nodded in satisfaction that his employee had not been lazy: "Put down your work now, make a cup of slag lemon green tea, and bring it to pick me up."

"Okay, no problem. I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

Zhao Lei acted quickly. When he drove up, he was still wearing his staff uniform, but he had taken off his apron and was holding a large cup of lemon tea in his hand.

"Looking at your appearance, people who don't know would think we have launched a takeaway service." Song Pingqing couldn't help but complain.

"Aren't you just going to deliver food?" Zhao Lei happily handed the lemon tea to Song Pingqing and opened the car door. "Go slowly and be careful with your head."

Song Pingqing never drinks sugary drinks. As long as Song Pingqing orders something and doesn't tell him not to put sugar in it, it must be prepared for Murong Xue.

How can this not be considered food delivery? The boss even personally delivers the food in a business car.

The most high-end takeaway exclusively for Miss Murong.

"Just talk more."

Sooner or later, you will be caught in this talkativeness.

Zhao Lei immediately made a zippered gesture and said, "I was wrong. Thank you Miss Song for reminding me. I will never do it again."

How could he not hear Song Pingqing's reminder? In his line of work, talking too much is a taboo.

I have been busy in the milk tea shop every day these days, and my vigilance has decreased.

Alas - after the summer vacation for these kids is over, he will probably have to participate in job training again before he can get back to work.

For this group of bodyguards, it is still unknown what other things Song Pingqing will do, but when it comes to cheating these bodyguards, he is really good at it.

Murong Xue's shop is more than twice as large as Song Pingqing's and has a simple decoration.

After all, most of their investment was spent on purchasing goods, and they almost ran out of budget for renovation.

In the end, it was Liu Junxi, whom Murongxue had always looked down upon, who came up with a brilliant idea - to buy a second-hand counter from a dismantled store and use it as a makeshift counter. This helped Murongxue control the store costs.

When Song Pingqing arrived, the three men had been waiting at the door for a while.

Song Pingqing called them over and said, "Come over here."

The three of them came here reluctantly.

Murong Xue’s shop is called “Jumei Youpin” and is located on the street side of a shopping mall. It has two entrances, a glass door that opens to the outdoors and the other that connects to the interior of the mall.

Chen Pu whispered, "This is an import store. We can't afford it."

"Not all imported stores are expensive." Song Pingqing said exactly what Murong Xue is saying now, "Don't worry, if it's not enough, it's on me."

The three of them suppressed their panic and followed Song Pingqing in anxiously.

Seeing Song Pingqing and his men coming in, Murong Xue walked over nonchalantly, took the lemon tea from her naturally, and said lazily, "What? Is Boss Song bringing his employees to get the business intelligence of the rival?"

Her mouth is really...

Song Pingqing put his arm on Murong Xue's shoulders, pretending to be a good sister, and said in a little hooligan tone:

"Then what should I do? Boss Murong drank the tea brought by my competitor, which means he accepted my bribe. Why don't you sell me your business information?"

"Look at what you can do." Murong Xue threw her arm down, "You are the kind of person who never comes here for no reason. Tell me, why are you here?"

Are you really here to bring her business?

"Ask your clerk to give them some cosmetics and teach them how to put on makeup, is that ok?" Song Pingqing pointed at the three women named Chen behind him.

"no problem."

He actually came to bring her business.

Murong Xue called the nearest clerk and said, "Xiaomi, come and greet these three."

"Okay, boss." Xiaomai came over immediately.

"Teach more seriously, otherwise I will have to come to you tomorrow." Song Pingqing said casually.

"How dare you order my employees around like this?" Murong Xue glanced at her. "Are you acting like a boss here?"

"I'm here to be God. After all, the customer is God." Song Pingqing snorted.

Follow the eldest lady's path and leave her with no way to go.

Murong Xue was speechless again, and turned to Xiaomai and said, "Listen to Boss Song and teach seriously!"

Okay, okay, just pamper her.

A world where only workers get hurt has been achieved.

Chen Pan'er had never studied or seen a foreign language, but Chen Zhao'er and Chen Pu, who had taken the middle school entrance examination and the college entrance examination, had seen it.

Chen Pu looked at a few items of cosmetics, then looked at the price tags on the back. He seemed to find it unbelievable and confirmed it many times with the receptionist who was introducing them to him.

"Why are the imported goods here so cheap!?" Chen Zhaoer couldn't help but exclaim.

Murong Xue was very satisfied with this reaction. She raised her chin slightly and looked at Song Pingqing with a slightly smug expression: "See, I am still the best, right?"

This little thing is so cute, it’s really like a little kid.

Who wouldn't like a pretty little girl to act coquettishly towards him/her? So someone showed a very doting smile:

"Yes, since you are so talented, could you consider opening an online store as well? Our Taobao.com has been established for such a long time."

Murong Xue said, "I expected you to say that." She pointed at the pretty girl working diligently on the computer behind the counter and said to Song Pingqing:

"Well, I let them take care of this. I'm the boss, and all I have to do is sit back and wait to make money after the route is opened!"

"Okay, Boss Murong, please take me with you next time you have a money-making project."

Song Pingqing looked at the fashionable and beautiful shop assistants in her shop and asked, "The people here are all good-looking and have good makeup. Where do you find them?"

Lend it to her to copy homework.

"To be honest with you." Murong Xue blinked and smiled, her smile was so cute, "They are all extras who wanted to change careers and were introduced by Wu Qiming's sister Wu Zhenming."

Song Pingqing couldn't help but let out an "Ah?" and didn't react for a long time.

Wow! Grandma Song exclaimed, Wow! In my two lifetimes of more than 110 years, this was the first time I had seen such fresh and unconventional creativity and imagination.

What is the difference between poaching extras to work in a beauty store and finding lobsters in a supermarket and giving them lessons?

The imagination is quite rich, but a little too far-fetched.

Song Pingqing admitted defeat.

Or is Murong Xue the descendant of a capitalist? They can always get people and money from places you can't imagine.

"Why aren't those two people in the store?" Song Pingqing felt strange. Logically speaking, the business of three people should be cared for by all three of them.

"Gu Zongnan has gone to discuss cooperation." Murong Xue felt it was inconvenient to say these words directly in the store, so she pulled Song Pingqing to the door.

"Our store is very expensive, after all, we have to import so many things. Some products are seriously unsalable, and they sell very slowly even if we have promotions. Some products are sold out as soon as they are put on the shelves. We can't make cash flow, which is a big problem."

"So you asked Gu Zongnan to negotiate the purchase on credit?" Song Pingqing understood.

"Liu Junxi also went. That's the truth, but it should be said in a nice way." Murong Xue took a big sip of lemon tea, "You don't know, we are having a hard time running things right now."

It was still very hot outside, and after only being out for a short while, Murong Xue already had a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

Song Pingqing took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped it for her: "Would you consider adding another investor?"

"But Dad said that each group is only allowed to use 300,000 as starting capital." Murong Xue frowned slightly.

"So what? We didn't break any rules." Song Pingqing said with a smile, "Look, you've already started successfully, and I just think your ideas and business are good, so I want to invest in it."

"This is not helping you get started, this is just a greedy guy trying to get a piece of the pie."

Murong Xue took a deep breath and asked, "How much can you offer?"

"About three hundred and fifty thousand."

The startup capital of their group must not be touched.

In Song Pingqing's personal account, including the previous surplus money, the pocket money Xu Jinmei gave her last month, and the pocket money just given to her by President Murong this month, the total amount was 370,000 yuan.

Leave 20,000 yuan for emergencies and put all the rest in.

As soon as Song Pingqing said this, she felt pain in her heart. "Miss, you must fight for your dignity. This is all the money I have as your little follower. This is not thirty-five, this is a full three hundred and fifty thousand."

Someone: Take all my money!!!

Someone’s inner thoughts: Woohoo, you took all my money.

"Why are there still decimals and whole numbers?" Murong Xue complained in disgust, but her expression was much more relaxed. She took the tissue from Song Pingqing and wiped her sweat. "Well, I can't take your money for nothing. Let's sign an investment contract and give you dividends later."

"That's a must. I came here for the dividends." Song Pingqing leaned over, "It's so hot, I'll have a sip too."

Murongxue fed the lemon tea straw into Song Pingqing's mouth: "The hotter you feel, the less you can drink cold drinks. Go slowly."

"I know, you forgot, I was the one who told you this." Song Pingqing continued.

"Well, I was afraid you forgot, so I reminded you again." Murong Xue took two more sips and threw the empty cup into the trash can. "Come inside. It's cooler inside."

Song Pingqing took two quick steps forward and pushed open the glass door to let Murong Xue in.

Seeing Murongxue holding it up again, Mr. Song couldn't help but want to make trouble again, and said, "My money is really worth it. Three hundred and fifty thousand bought me a chance to go inside and enjoy the air conditioning."

"Okay, okay, I'll take this air conditioner apart and send it to your house someday, so I don't have to give you any dividends."

"Swindler! You're committing fraud!" Although he knew she was joking, Song Pingqing still couldn't help but get angry.

Murong Xue smiled happily, feeling relieved in her heart: Yay~ The jealous grudge is back~

～o(≧v≦)o～Happy～

This makeup tutorial for novices lasted until the store closed at 8 p.m. The three students looked dazed while learning, and one of them went to remove his makeup with a stained face.

Song Pingqing gave Xiaomai a banknote and said, "Thank you for your hard work. The three of them have no foundation."

"Hey, my employee needs your tip." Murong Xue was dissatisfied and snatched the money.

"You will be my employee soon." Song Pingqing will soon be a shareholder.

"Not yet." Murong Xue stuffed the money back into Song Pingqing's hand.

"Then you come to give her the bonus?" Song Pingqing asked, "Do you have your wallet with you?"

This young lady never carries a wallet when she goes out, so the tips are either paid by Liu Junxi or Song Pingqing.

"Okay, I'll borrow a hundred dollars from you." Murongxue took the money from Song Pingqing's arms again and handed it to Xiaomai, "Here, your bonus."

"Thank you, boss. Thank you, Boss Song." Xiaomai said with a smile.

Very good, the money flashed and returned to her hands.

"Since you're here, why don't you go to my place and rest tonight?" Murong Xue said, "It's so troublesome running around."

"You just have a bad taste in seeing me wearing a skirt." Song Pingqing's face was dark. Every time she stayed overnight here, Murong Xue would find a nightgown for her that was extremely inconsistent with her style.

Last time it had developed into pink bow puff sleeve pajamas.

Fortunately, smartphones haven’t appeared yet, otherwise Murong Xue would definitely take a few photos out of fun.

Song Pingqing really didn't want to leave behind this type of dark history of his childhood.

"No, I just haven't found the right one for you." Murong Xue avoided the question and said, "I just sent a message to Aunt Zhang to order food. Alas—"

"Go, go, go, that's enough." Song Pingqing turned and walked into the mall, "I'm going to buy some pajamas first."

"I'll go with you." Murong Xue chased after him and took Song Pingqing's arm, "I'll give you some advice!"

Song Pingqing paused, took out a key from his pocket, and handed it to the clerk who was cleaning: "When the three of them come out in a while, let them go back and rest first. This is the dormitory key."

"Okay, Mr. Song." The clerk agreed immediately.

Anyone can see how good the relationship between these two bosses is.

"You are ordering my employees around again." Murong Xue was dissatisfied.

Song Pingqing: "You're already pointing fingers at my pajamas, so why can't I order your employees around?"

Are these two the same thing?