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

I have seen all the empresses, Big Fat Orange and Shiqidi. How can I not see the children's army in the Legend of Zhen Niangniang?

Song Pingqing stayed here for three days and successfully met Wen Yi and Longyue, the third prince and the fourth prince.

Lingxi and Sixth Prince were too young when they first appeared, and were not suitable to join the group so early.

Song Pingqing's current status makes it unsuitable for him to appear on camera. Real wealthy families are very averse to this. In order to ensure the safety of their children, in addition to being equipped with sufficient bodyguards, their children must never appear in public cameras, so as not to be targeted by those with ulterior motives.

After all, what they want is not the five million ransom, but something more terrifying, anti-social and even anti-human.

Otherwise, why would President Murong Ba have provided them with so many bodyguards?

So during the three days that Song Pingqing was playing on the set, the crew really didn't shoot a single behind-the-scenes shot, and even the set visitors and paparazzi were strictly prevented.

Wu Qiming: No matter how unreliable my paparazzi is, they cannot violate taboos on such matters.

On the afternoon of December 31st, Song Pingqing ran away.

New Year's Day is coming! Of course someone has to rush back to celebrate the New Year with good friends.

Although the term "New Year's Eve" is not popular yet, this time of year is a rare time when President Murong allows his children to eat junk food.

Oh, even though I agreed to this, these junk foods still have to be made by Zhang Ma, and there won’t be any chance for food from outside that has no safety or quality assurance.

Song Pingqing rushed back home exhausted. It was already eight o'clock in the evening when he got home. The house had been decorated with a New Year's Eve atmosphere, with balloons, ribbons and gifts. It was so beautiful. It was no doubt Zhang Ma's masterpiece.

These servants of wealthy families have higher requirements for the atmosphere and style of life than some ordinary wealthy families.

Of course Song Pingqing couldn't come back empty-handed from his business trip, so he brought back a lot of local specialties.

Gu Zongnan also came, and several boys were sitting together playing the super-simple version of video games of that era.

Murong Xue, wrapped in a white woolen shawl, moved closer to Song Pingqing. Before she could open her mouth, Song Pingqing leaned over and took a red and white box from the side of the sofa.

"What?" Murong Xue took the box in her hand. The box was not very heavy. Murong Xue shook it and heard a rustling sound from inside. "My New Year's gift?"

"Open it and take a look." Song Pingqing said.

Inside are many little red fox and little white tiger peripherals, including key chains, tin buckles, postcards, card stickers, a pair of beautifully shaped plastic cups, and a pair of thermos cups.

This picture looks very familiar. It is an upgraded version of the simple sketch that Murong Xue drew at that time to amuse Song Pingqing.

This is not the first time that Murong Xue's works have been compiled into a collection and given to her, but it is the first time that someone has changed the shape and pattern of her essays and designed them into small items.

Very chic and fun.

"Your drawings are so cute that I thought they shouldn't be wasted, so I had someone make this. The one you have in your hand is the first set, and the rest will be put in the milk tea shop for a New Year event. The theme is called 'Fox and Tiger'."

"After all this time, it turns out that I'm not the only one who has it. Many people have it." Murong Xue snorted coldly, "What's wrong with being the first one? Who cares?"

Song Pingqing reached into the box and pulled out a more exquisite small box from the bottom: "This is unique to you, do you want to see it?"

"What is it?" Murong Xue said, but she didn't put her hands up.

Song Pingqing could only open it for her.

Inside was a heavy gold bracelet with various auspicious designs engraved on it, among which the tiger and fox head designs were the largest and clearest.

"It's a bit crude, but I bought the gold bars at the bank, and I made the bracelet myself. I went to the handicraft club to learn for a long time. I broke more than ten tiger and fox seals."

Song Pingqing said with a little pride: "It can't be compared with the value of those luxury goods in your cabinet, but I think I have to give you something different. This is real gold and real stuff, which is not available in the milk tea shop."

Murong Xue's expression became better. She stretched out her hand, and Song Pingqing put it on her, and it took some effort to hold the bracelet tightly.

After all, enough gold is used, and the bracelet is not that soft.

"It's okay, but the gold color is a bit vulgar. I'll get a platinum one next time." Murong Xue said with disgust, but couldn't help but put her hand into her arms and touch it.

The bracelet had been polished by Song Pingqing to be extremely smooth, without any scratches at all.

After all, it is for the young lady to wear.

"I really didn't wrong you." Murong Xue leaned on the soft pillow of the sofa, her voice still carrying an imperceptible hint of coquettishness.

"What didn't you wrong me?"

"You can make money with anything I draw for you, and you still say you are not a fox?" Murong Xue glanced at Song Pingqing and said in a coquettish tone, "There are not many foxes who can do what you do."

No, how can I get beaten for no reason just because I gave a gift?

If Murong Xue knew what Song Pingqing was thinking at this moment, she would definitely say: I also want to know, why did I send you a gift last time and get the reply "I can't pay it back" for no reason?

Song Pingqing raised his eyebrows, sat up straight and looked at Murong Xue, raised his chin and said, "Okay, then tell me what you are going to do. Anyway, I have already done it."

Look at you, you look so arrogant because of your favor.

I don’t even want to talk about you!

"Humph." Murong Xue laughed angrily and hooked her finger at Song Pingqing, with a domineering CEO vibe and a pretentious sense of frivolity, "Come here, I'll tell you something."

"I won't!" Song Pingqing hugged the pillow tightly, pretending to be pitiful for Xiao Baihua: "I feel like you are playing a trick on me."

"You don't want to listen? Forget it." Murong Xue took back her hand, "Don't blame me when you have to pay for it."

Lose money?!

It’s not fun to say this!

Song Pingqing stopped pretending and moved closer to Murong Xue: "Um...what do you mean by compensation?"

The speed is so fast that it leaves afterimages.

"You are obsessed with money, right?" Murong Xue showed a hint of disdain, "If you don't talk about money, you won't come here."

"No, who can refuse money? Who can resist money? Who would dislike having a lot of money? Of course, I look at the money and the big profits!" Song Pingqing began to show his shameless specialty, "Tell me quickly, tell me quickly."

When Murong Xue heard her words, she suddenly remembered her meager account with only 20,000 yuan left. She softened a little and put aside the thought of arguing with Song Pingqing. She said seriously, "Seriously, this is a big deal for you."

Murong Xue seldom spoke to Song Pingqing in such a serious tone. Song Pingqing immediately put away his frivolous and naughty look and sat up straight to listen.

"You have been using tea leaves instead of tea powder in your milk tea business. This is your advantage in the current market competition. The current tea standards are not strict. As long as they meet the local production license requirements, they can enter the market, and there has been no enforcement." Murong Xue said this, obviously having done her homework.

When Song Pingqing heard her say this, he immediately guessed what Murong Xue was going to say: "You mean that the implementation standards will not only be improved, but also enforced after the improvement?"

"That's right!" As expected of her good friend, he could understand her elegant meaning just by listening to the sound of the strings.

Murong Xue looked at Song Pingqing with satisfaction: "Dad got some news. The new implementation standards will be implemented next year..."

Murong Xue glanced at the wall clock and immediately changed her tone: "The new standard will be announced in April this year and will be officially implemented in July. You must hurry up and find the right partner."

No wonder there are always people who can discover the market first, the speed at which they are informed is really extraordinary.

People like Song Pingqing, although he drank a lot of milk tea in his previous life, but when it comes to the standard reform of tea, it really touches on Song Pingqing's blind spot in knowledge.

Murong Xue was able to learn the news so long in advance and even told herself.

It is true that it is nice to take shelter under a big tree, and the important thing is to follow the right person and take the right path.

"..." Song Pingqing rushed over and gave Murong Xue a big hug, "You really love me so much. I am so grateful."

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!!! Did you take a shower after you came back? You're so dirty!!!" Murong Xue was angry and pushed Song Pingqing. "The paper draft of the implementation standards has been placed in your room. You should make plans as soon as possible."

"Okay!!!" Song Pingqing winked at Murong Xue with a playful smile, "Can I use my power to bully others once more?"

"What do you want to do?" Murong Xue straightened her shawl that was messed up during the tug of war and glared at Song Pingqing.

"I want to build a factory in Shan'ao Village." said Song Pingqing.

"Won't you consider it again?" Murong Xue was a little surprised.

No, this silly fox has only known the news for two minutes, and he already has an idea in mind?

Shen Ci happened to be tired of playing video games and wanted to get up to get a glass of water. When he turned around, he heard Song Pingqing's decision. His eyes widened for a moment: "Brother? What are you going to do?"

"Go away, I didn't discuss this with you." Song Pingqing slapped Shen Ci on the back.

Go away quickly, don't disturb me.

Song Pingqing leaned close to Murongxue and whispered, "You also said that tea is very important to the milk tea shop. Such a core means of production must not be controlled by others. The best way is to take advantage of the information gap now, deploy in advance, and control both the purchase and production in our own hands."

"Food safety can only be controlled more and more strictly. I can't ignore this risk when I can do more. Am I going to bury a big mine for my future self?"

Damn, what will the public opinion environment be like in the future? If such a big bomb dares to explode at that time, won’t the industry of Mixue Yuecha shrink drastically?

"The highway near Shan'ao Village has been completed, making transportation more convenient. The scenic area will also be put into operation next year. With such support, we can also sell tea as a specialty. Sales are guaranteed."

What a good place to invest, it is not noticeable now, not easy to be intercepted, and there are both ways in and out. The scenic area and holiday villa are invested by Wanmu Group, with a big tree behind them. Even if others want to grab it, they have to see if they can afford to provoke Wanmu Group.

"If you have such an idea, I will ask Secretary Li to help you contact the person." Murong Xue had no intention of interfering in Song Pingqing's business. She only mentioned it when she felt that Song Pingqing needed help.

"Well, the three of us need to have a small meeting first." Song Pingqing pointed at Wu Qiming and Shen Ci, "After all, this is a business for three people."

"You have to hurry up. This matter should not be delayed until after the New Year." Murong Xue warned.

Song Pingqing nodded.

The next afternoon, I opened the Penguin chat software and sent a message in the milk tea brothers’ group: Let’s meet for a meeting?

Shen Ci replied the fastest: Where?

Wu Qiming: Upstairs +1

Song Pingqing: Let’s go to Shen Ci’s room.

She didn't want anyone to come to her room, nor did she want to go to Wu Qiming's doghouse.

Shen Ci replied quickly: Ten minutes, I'll clean it up.

No one told her that the life of the rich second generation is so busy.

I am busy studying at school and busy working after school. I have no time to rest all day long.

The milk tea shops have been making quite a profit recently. College students are indeed the most powerful consumer group. From the start of school in September to now, in a little over four months, the net profit of store one was 540,000 yuan, and the net profit of store two was 400,000 yuan.

This number does not seem high and cannot be compared with the milk tea shops in the future. That is because the currency had not yet depreciated at that time, money was still very valuable, and it was an era when fifty cents could buy a large meat bun.

With this calculation, the income is very considerable.

Song Pingqing extracted key information about production environment and equipment requirements from the information Murongxue shared with him for discussion. The three-person meeting lasted three hours and finally came to a conclusion: the factory must be built, but people are the key.

"I would rather let Zhao Miao go."

Zhao Miao's brother Zhao Lei is the bodyguard of the Murong family. Zhao Lei naturally has his own reasons for arranging him here with Song Pingqing.

Song Pingqing is undoubtedly the most valued among these companions, and is also the one who can obtain the most resources from the Murong family so far.

The first group of confidants and followers around Murong Xue can only be those companions who grew up with her. If Zhao Lei wants to place a bet, he has to settle for the second best and choose the best among her companions.

Song Pingqing is his best choice, and he still has more than seven years to reach adulthood. As long as Zhao Miao is sensible and smart enough, such a long time will definitely allow him to become Song Pingqing's right-hand man and have a bright future.

Bodyguards, drivers, and assistants all have delicate positions in wealthy families. They are more sensitive to top news than some senior executives. As long as they take the right stand and bet on the right horse at the right time, they can earn extremely considerable income.

In short, Song Pingqing could see clearly the purpose of Zhao Lei sending Zhao Miao here, and he was also very clear that Zhao Miao was one of their own. At this time, what he wanted was his own people.

Although Zhao Miao has no academic qualifications, he has good abilities and is most suitable for this kind of job.

When I met Zhao Miao, the final exam had just ended.

Song Pingqing rushed back to Jincheng and called Zhao Miao directly. He didn't bother to greet him and went straight to the point.

"Can you accept working outside the city?"