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

"......Hey, well, you didn't hear anything just now, let me say it again." Wu Qiming immediately became dispirited, finally looking like the three milk tea brothers in a meeting, "I asked someone to investigate the other party, and found a small boss who started out in the seafood business."

As long as it’s not a fish business.

Although Song Pingqing admired the intelligence and ruthlessness of the Gao siblings, to be honest, she hated dealing with such unscrupulous people.

"I don't know how that young boss got a contractor as his backer, and he wanted to go into the construction and building materials industry." Seeing that the two were listening attentively, Wu Qiming continued, "Coincidentally, Liu Junxi's family has also been deeply involved in this field recently. So I contacted Uncle Liu again to ask around."

Although Secretary Liu was promoted in name only and demoted in reality because of his daughter, his personal abilities were beyond doubt and he quickly provided Wu Qiming with some ideas.

"Follow Uncle Liu's clues and the rest will be easy." Wu Qiming spread his hands. "Their seafood business is not glorious either. It seems that they added some illegal substances during the breeding process. In short, it's not just a tax issue for the construction company. I'm also going to deal with the seafood company's food safety."

"You can't do it openly. Don't be too hasty." Song Pingqing stopped him, "If you drive a dog into a dead end, it will backfire. Don't push people too hard at once."

Wu Qiming understood immediately and proposed a new solution: "Then let's not do this. I will pass the news to his competitors and enemies and let them take action."

Shen Ci looked at his two teammates who were seriously discussing how to play a prank on others, and thought to himself: I originally thought I was already very wicked, compared to you guys, but if Teacher Ruan hadn't stopped me, I would have been a reckless man who was ready to get killed.

Summer vacation is coming soon, and Liu Junxi is also going to the beautiful country in advance.

Baihua College offers many language courses, with the foundation being English, French, German and Spanish. In the teaching of each course, the school will try every means to build a high-quality and high-end language environment to make it easier for everyone to learn.

What's more, they had studied and lived in L city, where English is also their native language, for half a year, so Liu Junxi would not face any difficulties in language communication. Going there early now just wanted to have a good time and adapt to a different cultural life in advance.

Although they were alienated from Liu Junxi, they still had to put on a show. They held a farewell ceremony for him and gave him parting gifts.

Gu Zongnan was careless and of course he didn't know that his departure was the result of the manipulation of Murong father and daughter. Shen Ci was busy with revenge back then and didn't know the inside story. Not to mention Xie Yuan·Jian Guo, who came as a supplement, he really didn't know anything and was just here to make up the numbers.

Song Pingqing knew about this a long time ago, and except for the acting when saying goodbye, he hardly showed any emotion about his departure.

As good brothers who had been bound together since the very beginning of the team, Wu Qiming was unusually silent. Song Pingqing passed by him and bumped into him. Only then did Wu Qiming react and immediately showed an appropriate expression.

When the farewell party was over and everyone returned to their respective rooms, Song Pingqing received a message from Wu Qiming.

Wu Qiming: Thank you, otherwise there would be big problems today.

Song Pingqing: It’s just a small thing, no thanks.

Wu Qiming: Aren’t you sad?

Why be sad about seeing off a colleague? My grandmother saw off both her daughter and her son in her previous life.

Song Pingqing couldn't reply so directly, so he thought about it, cut his sentences several times before replying with a very non-mainstream sentence: When fate comes together, we respond with laughter; when fate ends, we respond with laughter.

The result of this reply was that not long after, Wu Qiming posted this sentence on his Penguin space.

Haha, little brat.

Song Pingqing turned off his cell phone, left after the task was completed, and hid his identity and name.

This summer, President Murong Ba did not assign any new tasks to the group.

"The companies you founded last year are doing very well, so continue to manage them this year."

"But don't waste time. While taking care of them, you can also establish some new companies." President Murong looked at the six children in front of him, including Xie Yuan and Jianguo, and said, "You can discuss whether to cooperate or form groups like last year."

To be honest, Song Pingqing was used to the very interesting summer vacation life arranged by President Murong. This year, there were no new activities, and he actually felt a little disappointed.

On second thought, this is a good idea. I can just consider it as an opportunity for myself to develop my industry.

Mixue Yuecha is managed by two capable people, Zhao Miao and Chen Pu, so the three milk tea brothers don't need to spend any more energy. So Song Pingqing felt at ease and started thinking: How else can I earn money now?

Song Pingqingxian began to retrieve the information of his past life bit by bit in his mind.

The others also fell silent.

Xie Yuan Jianguo looked at the people who were lost in thought and felt a little confused for a moment.

This way of communication and holiday homework were something he had never seen before.

When President Murong Ba and Secretary Li left the study, the six people gathered together.

Murong Xue waited for a while before speaking: "What do you think? Come on, everyone, speak freely."

It really feels like a meeting of leaders.

Under Murongxue's expectant eyes, Song Pingqing was the first to speak nonsense: "I think the Internet industry is very good. Why don't we plan and build a website together?"

Song Pingqing thought about it and felt that the Internet industry was the most profitable, but she couldn't make money in this industry alone, so she had to recruit a few more partners.

Oh no, teammates, especially good teammates like Murongxue, Gu Zongnan, and Wu Qiming will do.

"Brother, what you said is absolutely right!" Gu Zongnian was the first to jump out and respond actively, his eyes sparkling, "I have wanted to do this for a long time, really. I really love taking pictures and photography! I want to build a website where everyone can share their photography works together!"

"If I were to build a website, I'd like to build one that can promote my family's new drama." Wu Qiming thought for a moment and added, "It would be best if it could be interactive."

He really is the descendant of a wealthy family.

Song Pingqing: I just want to recruit a few accomplices, but you guys really have some ideas.

"Where are Aci and Jianguo?" Murong Xue looked at the two people who had been silent.

Xie Yuan Jianguo hesitated for a moment and whispered, "I want illegitimate children to be able to find their families with the help of the website."

The hope of nation-building is an ideal, but this ideal is difficult to achieve under current circumstances.

Shen Ci hesitated for a moment, but still said: "So far, the computer ownership rate of Chinese families has not reached 10%, and among this 10%, only 70% have access to the Internet."

His brother is in the e-commerce business, so Shen Ci has to pay more attention to news in this area.

Xie Yuan Jianguo certainly knew that there were very few people who owned computers nowadays, but due to the limitations of his life experiences, he could not help but have certain extravagant hopes for this matter.

Song Pingqing noticed his reaction and looked thoughtful.

Murong Xue listed everyone's feedback on a list, and then said to everyone: "Then let's stop here for today. Everyone go back and think about whether there is a way to build a website that can satisfy everyone's ideas at the same time."

Murong Xue left the study and soon found a big tail following her.

Murong Xue stopped and glanced at Song Pingqing. Neither of them said anything, but Song Pingqing took two quick steps and they went to Murong Xue's room together in tacit understanding.

"There's nothing difficult to say. You can say it now." Murong Xue sat down on the small sofa and hugged the pillow beside her.

"I do have an idea that can satisfy all three of them at the same time." When Song Pingqing said this, there was some hesitation in his tone, and he was not very firm.

Admittedly, when those three guys put forward their ideas just now, she had already thought of the big-eyed Weibo in her previous life, but all the events she had seen in her previous life told Song Pingqing that Weibo, a national social software, could easily become a tool for some people with bad intentions to manipulate and guide public opinion.

"Are there any disadvantages?" Seeing Song Pingqing hesitate, Murong Xue immediately grasped the key point.

Song Pingqing nodded.

“The pros outweigh the cons, or the cons outweigh the pros?”

"Of course the advantages outweigh the disadvantages." This time, Song Pingqing answered very decisively.

There is no doubt that something that can survive the torrent of the times, Big Eye Weibo, must have its own irreplaceable value. Compared with Song Pingqing's worry that it will become a "tool for those with ulterior motives to control public opinion", those values ​​are obviously more important.

"Then why are you hesitating?" Murong Xue's words woke the dreamer up.

"It seems so." Song Pingqing thought for a moment and stood up from the sofa: "Then I'll go back and sort out my thoughts before communicating with you."

"There's no rush." ​​Murong Xue said, "Let's do a good job on the existing business first."

She didn't explain it clearly, but Song Pingqing knew that Murong Xue's business was also expanding and she wanted to open a third branch.

Murong Xue's family is wealthy and confident, so she opened her second branch in Vancouver, and she plans to open a third branch in the imperial capital.

"Hasn't a professional manager already been hired? Don't work too hard." Song Pingqing advised, and suddenly remembered, "By the way, that guy went abroad. What did he say about the shares of Jumei Youpin he held?"

"I bought it back." Murong Xue glanced at Song Pingqing, "Do you want it? I'll give you half."

Song Pingqing shook his head: "No, I already have a lot of things in my hands."

"This is just the beginning." Murong Xue expressed disdain for Song Pingqing's lack of ambition towards wealth, "Be bold, Yipin Mingju is waving at you."

Song Pingqing's expression became even more deflated. "Really? Do I really look like a sucker who pays 500,000 yuan in property fees every year?"

"The property fee for a house of 1,200 square meters is 900,000 yuan per year." Murong Xue added casually.

Song Pingqing's expression changed instantly and he stared at Murong Xue.

(T_T)Stare——

"What are you looking at?" Murong Xue felt strange.

"I should be the one asking you this." Song Pingqing said, "Why would you be so idle as to check the property management fees there?"

Does she need to buy a house?

Oh no, the little tiger was caught by the little fox.

Murong Xue chuckled: "Quite sharp."

"That's just a little trick. How can it escape the sharp eyes of Old Song?"

This guy even forgot to tell Liu Junxi that he was leaving. There was no reason for him to suddenly pay attention to Yipin Mingju's house.

Murong Xue reached out, opened a drawer, and pulled out a file box with an unusual texture: "I left a set for you, but since you said you couldn't afford the property fee, I didn't give it to you."

you--

Say--

What--

Play--

meaning--

Son?????????

Song Pingqing's hand shook and he dropped the file box.

"Tsk." Murong Xue made a very unhappy sound and stared at the file box on the ground.

Song Pingqing quickly picked up the things.

"Why keep one set?" Song Pingqing asked.

"Because it was developed by my family." Murong Xue replied.

"Why do you want to leave it for me?" Song Pingqing asked again.

"Don't you want to be my neighbor?" Murong Xue answered again.

"Why do you still need to live there?" Song Pingqing couldn't understand and was shocked.

Does she still need to live in Yipin Mingju's house?

The place where the young lady lives now is almost equivalent to the Tan Palace that was inexplicably popularized in the previous life. Not to mention the old house of the Murong family, which is a more luxurious manor than the Tan Palace.

"My father left it to me. He said that as I grow up, I should have some real estate of my own." Murongxue looked at Song Pingqing's shocked expression and felt a little proud. "He asked me if I had any ideas about the house, and I said I wanted you to be my neighbor."

Song Pingqing was in a trance: "Really, I feel a little bit overwhelmed now, and I feel like a villain who has achieved success."

"Promising." Murong Xue seemed indifferent, but her tone was full of arrogance that could not be concealed. "So don't just stare at the small amount of money and feel satisfied. I have only paid the property management fee for you for three years. If you don't work hard, you really won't be able to pay the property management fee in the future!"

Song Pingqing's current monthly fixed income is: 5 yuan as a small assistant salary, 9 yuan monthly rent for the shop, and 4 yuan for the office rent. Song's father and mother are also making money now. Starting from the Chinese New Year this year, they will give her another 2 yuan in pocket money every month, bringing her total monthly income to a little over 5 yuan.

This is an astronomical figure that was unimaginable in the previous life.

She thought she had turned from a peasant into a wealthy woman, but Murong Xue gave her a house, and the annual property fee for this house was half her salary???

Grandpa can tolerate it, but grandma can’t…

However, thinking again, this was after all a sign of the Murong family's regard for him, Song Pingqing fell silent again, unable to say no.

Grandma still endured it.

She couldn't let the small leaders and big bosses think she was ungrateful.

Song Pingqing took a deep breath and said, "I'll go back and write a plan."

Murong Xue said softly, "Go ahead."

Song Pingqing had just walked to the door when Murong Xue chased him and said, "Have some courage, don't always take those small amounts of money too seriously."

After Song Pingqing left the room, Murong Xue made a phone call: "You can tell others about my sending the house."