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

In this matter, Song Pingqing, whose two lifetimes combined are more than 110 years old, is determined not to learn from the heroine of a romance novel.

What are you doing? Why do you have to refuse first and then say something like you have to rely on your own abilities to get the business.

Why bother with something that can lead to the same result?

Besides, is it possible for Song Pingqing to get the contract that Murong Xue gave her without relying on Murong Xue?

So Song Pingqing said to Murong Xue directly and honestly: "We need this order."

"Humph, you're welcome."

It was obviously you who offered to give it to me!

Sincerity is the best killer move. Song Pingqing laughed awkwardly: "Didn't you interrupt me just when I was about to be polite?"

When Murong Xue heard this, she said sternly, "You're welcome."

"Huh?" Why did his expression change so quickly?

Song Pingqing had already figured out how to coax her.

"Just accept the wealth I give you. You're welcome." Murong Xue looked at Song Pingqing and said seriously, "I know why you ran to Shan'ao Village in the first place, and I also know why you wanted to build a factory in Shan'ao Village."

"Just like you helped Wu Qiming pass the selection. Didn't we agree that friends should support each other?"

Song Pingqing smiled and told him his concerns directly: "I'm worried that we won't be able to handle it. We are just starting out. I have no idea about pricing."

"Oh, now you know how impulsive you were when you wanted to build a factory, right?" It was rare for Murongxue to see Song Pingqing so unsure, and her tone was a little weird. "Last year, when I asked someone whether they had done market research, she swore to me that she didn't need to do market research for her project."

"Ha...haha..." Song Pingqing was so embarrassed.

Isn't it? Opening a milk tea shop is an open-book exam. For a foodie, all he needs to do is copy the answers based on his past experience. However, he accidentally overacted and thought he had become a business genius. He was so ambitious that he was about to build a factory.

Shen Ci and Wu Qiming, two brats, blindly followed the investment without considering the sales at all. They thought that Song Pingqing would support them even if the sky fell.

The result is that one is built and the other is silent.

"What would you have done if I hadn't spoken?" Murong Xue had anticipated this situation, and since she had helped Song Pingqing solve the top priority, she asked with confidence.

"If you don't say anything, then I'll be the one to say it to you." Song Pingqing's answer was both honest and irritating.

"Okay, since you trust me so much."

Murong Xue raised her chin slightly, walked to her suitcase, and pulled out a document from it. "This is the quotation from the previous partner. When the document is officially released and your tea factory has completed all the formalities, contact Secretary Li immediately. The quotation can be increased by three points on their basis."

Song Pingqing had never thought that Murong Xue had even prepared this, and he was stunned: "Isn't this a trade secret?"

Isn't it against the rules to do this?

"Don't give me that. Why is a thousand-year-old fox pretending to be a little white rabbit?"

Murong Xue threw the information into her arms and turned away.

She is not a thousand-year-old fox, only a hundred years old at most.

Song Pingqing cried out "Ouch" and hurriedly caught the document.

It feels like receiving money.

After Murong Xue threw the documents to Song Pingqing, she went to play in Shan'ao Village by herself and did not seem to continue to follow them to inspect and work.

What a joke. Just give face to your good friend, but why should the young lady worry about other things?

Song Pingqing really felt the joy of having a domineering CEO friend by his side, and deeply realized why the domineering CEO's doctor friend was always on call 24 hours a day.

What I mean is, who wouldn’t be happy with such an overbearing way of spending money?

As expected, he was too naive when he was young. When Song Pingqing complained that his doctor friend who worked for the domineering CEO was a heaven-chosen worker, he never thought that one day he would cherish this position so much.

Heaven's way is easy to reincarnate, no one will be spared by heaven.

The true fragrance arrives late.

Murong Xue had already fed the food to her mouth, but Song Pingqing still couldn't swallow it. She would be a real fool, so she started to work hard these days.

First, he urged Zhao Miao to contact the manufacturer of gift boxes as soon as possible, and soon decided on the brand name of the tea as "Dingrui". Then he immediately urged Zhao Miao to contact the designer to design the product packaging and logo.

As soon as everything was arranged here, Song Pingqing took his bodyguards to the city to get a small pickup truck for the tea factory. There was no need to find anyone else to deliver goods to the resort, which was so close. As for deliveries to other places, there was the logistics company of Song Pingqing's parents.

Shen Ci has a high level of aesthetic sense. He flew to another place overnight with his bodyguards to personally select and check the gift boxes.

Wu Qiming, Gu Zongnan and Xie Yuan Jianguo were also very busy, shooting like crazy. While eating, the three of them were discussing which shots and angles could be added.

The main slogan is: The team does not keep idle people, and any dog ​​passing by in Shan'ao Village must help lead the way.

Xie Yuan Jianguo, who was so busy that he fell into a coma as soon as he touched the pillow, said: I almost thought that Song Pingqing brought me here out of sympathy for me, but fortunately she really let me do the work.

Song Pingqing was so busy that he was almost obsessed, fearing that he might not do well in some way and miss out on this huge opportunity.

The old village chief saw it and felt sad. When he called his granddaughter, he said "Comrade Xiao Song is really a good person. You must work hard for him." three times.

Chen Pu: Comrade Xiao Song, whom you mentioned, emptied out half of the company in three days. I am almost numb from doing the accounting.

Facts have proved that Mixue Yuecha also does not keep idle people.

The Qingming Festival was spent in such chaos. Except for Murong Xue who truly had a holiday, everyone else slept soundly on the plane back to Wencheng.

Oh, except Shen Ci, he went directly back from the packaging box factory and didn't go with them.

When sitting back in the sunshine-filled classroom, Song Pingqing was even a little dazed.

Her Qingming holiday is gone just like that???

Gu Zongnian shared the same feeling as her. He hadn't realized that the Qingming holiday was over yet. On the way back home, he was still mumbling: "I'm so tired. I must sleep in tomorrow morning and not leave any regrets for the holiday."

Xie Yuan Jianguo was sitting next to him. When he heard this, he thought he had miscalculated the date. He tilted his head slightly to think about it, and after confirming that he was right, he said, "But class starts tomorrow."

Gu Zongnian was stunned: "Isn't there still one day?"

"No more. We have three days off in total. On the first day we shot factories and tea fields. On the second day we shot resorts and homestays. On the third day we shot several scenic spots in the village." Xie Yuan Jianguo's voice gradually faded as Gu Zongnan's face turned paler.

Gu Zongnian still seemed a little unsure. He opened the calendar and counted, then asked around again. When he finally confirmed that he was not dreaming and that tomorrow was really a school day, Gu Zongnian wailed in despair:

"Ah - my vacation -"

"Ah—my homework—I haven't touched a single stroke—"

This scene was so familiar that Song Pingqing couldn't help but smile. In his previous life, none of his daughters, sons, grandchildren, or great-granddaughters had ever missed the start of school when they were young.

"Even if you are gloating over someone else's misfortune, don't be so obvious." Murong Xue glanced at Song Pingqing, feeling somewhat helpless. "Have you finished your homework?"

"I haven't finished French and Spanish yet." Song Pingqing was a little embarrassed. She was still smiling, and she hadn't finished her homework.

"I'm going to record an audio clip. I've already thought of the topic and listed the keywords. I'll record it and send it to the teacher when I get home."

Song Pingqing sighed helplessly:

The coursework at Birch Academy was much more varied and tiring than she had imagined.

It would be fine if he studied politics, history, geography, physics, chemistry and biology ahead of schedule, as Song Pingqing had studied them in his previous life and had some impression of them.

Besides, the purpose of Baihua College offering these courses is not to train scientists (the group of people who are to be trained to become leaders in the subject are now in the genius class). Baihua College offers these courses only for the development direction of these descendants of wealthy families.

The wealthy are a high-risk class, and assassinations are common. In order to ensure that there is someone to inherit the family business, every family will have several children.

Having many children and limited property means that not every child can take over the family business.

That is why Baihua Academy offers these courses. It may seem like a way of forcing things to happen, but in fact, not much is learned in each class, and there is no homework assigned. It is simply to allow them to learn more from an early age, understand their own strengths and interests, and choose their own development direction, which also allows them to have more possibilities in the future besides inheriting the family business.

In addition to these, there are also French, German, Spanish, multinational etiquette, economic philosophy, corporate management and other content.

Of these things, Song Pingqing only had some knowledge of management when he was studying in his previous life, and he had forgotten it long ago. As for the others... well, let's not mention them.

There are only two kinds of people in Baihua Academy: excellent students who can keep up with the courses, and "spoiled playboys" who cannot keep up with the courses.

The reason for putting quotation marks is that most of the "bad boys" are not really bad boys.

Most of them are simply not adapted to such a high-intensity and fast-paced study life and are unable to develop comprehensively, so they have to give up some content appropriately and instead choose a direction that they are interested in, and seek private lessons from teachers after school.

Most children only start to think about their future development direction when they reach high school or college, but the students of Baihua Academy begin to develop in different directions under the guidance of their family and teachers in elementary school. Most of these directions are related to the field of their own industry or the direction of future expansion. In this way, generations of mutual support and win-win situations have formed a prominent family.

When Song Pingqing first realized this way of growing up, he almost subconsciously thought of the girl who questioned the unfairness of President Murong Ba during the companion selection.

At that time, I only felt that she had a strong sense of childish justice, and President Murong Ba was indeed a man with vision, so he sent her to become an apprentice under a legal expert. Now that I think about it, that was also a kind of investment by President Murong Ba to cast a wide net.

After all, the other party bears the mark of the Murong family that can never be erased in a lifetime.

This is even more true for Song Pingqing and his companions. If the Murong family prospers, their family businesses will also prosper. If the Murong family declines, they must lend a hand to support the family because they have received favors for many years. Otherwise, the reputation of being ungrateful and unsociable will spread in the circle, and the family will be excluded from the circle. Then it is not surprising that the contract will be downgraded.

Although he had the memories of his previous life, Song Pingqing also made great efforts in his studies to ensure that he was temporarily in the team of the former.

Tsk, she thought the children of wealthy families were so happy, but it turns out they are even worse than children from ordinary families. Primary school students from ordinary families still have an hour or two to play and fool around after school.

And they...haha, even on the way home in the car they have to simulate some foreign language communication environment.

Song Pingqing: I didn't fall to the point of having to eat three meals a day. I was supported by a monthly salary of 50,000 yuan.

Oh, and there’s also the scholarship that President Murong gives out when the exam results come out every semester.

Although I lost a lot of childhood happiness, at least I gained money.

Seeing that she was distracted, Murong Xue asked, "What topic did you choose? We can practice the situational dialogue first."

Unlike Song Pingqing who joined at the age of seven, Murong Xue started to be exposed to this diverse language environment at a very young age, and was far ahead of her in language classes.

Since the eldest lady was willing to help her improve her scores, Song Pingqing was of course happy to do so. She immediately took out a small notebook from her bag, turned to the corresponding position, and showed it to Murong Xue.

Murong Xue took the pen and wrote beautiful words on the paper: "I will design a scenario like this. You choose an identity and we will start the conversation."

The two were close to each other, and Song Pingqing casually pointed to one of them: "I will practice this identity first, and we will exchange later."

Murong Xue said "hmm" and directly switched the language to get into the state.

Gu Zongnan, who was sitting in the back row, was still whining about his vacation, but the people in the front row had already started studying.

Wu Qiming and Shen Ci sat in the middle, looking at the people in front and then at the people behind.

Wu Qiming: "Well, do we need to learn for a while?"

Shen Ci glanced at him and took out two small notebooks from the side of his schoolbag: "One German, one Spanish, which one do you want to practice?"

Wu Qiming was stunned. You academic masters are really crazy. You actually carry notebooks with you.

Before he could choose a language to practice, Gu Zongnian's voice came from the last row: "Ahhhhhhh, I haven't done a single word of my homework ahh ...

In the front row, Song Pingqing briefly stepped out of the situational dialogue, but still spoke in Spanish to Murong Xue, "Besides Jianguo's poor foundation, I guess that silly kid is the only one who didn't do his homework."

Murong Xue chuckled: "No, I don't think Wu Qiming wrote it either."

Wu Qiming is smart, but actually lazy.

"That makes sense." Song Pingqing nodded. The two looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

The air in the first-class cabin of the flight was filled with a joyful atmosphere.