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

This group of people really had no experience in how to run an Internet company, so they could only find ways to poach people to run it.

If you want to poach people, you have to offer them high salaries, which inevitably raises the question of how the money should be paid and divided.

Murong Xue, Gu Zongnan and Wu Qiming paid the lion's share, Song Pingqing and Shen Ci added a little, and Jianguo...ah, this guy is really poor.

"Give Jianguo 3%." Murong Xue suggested. Although he didn't contribute any money, he really worked hard on the prototype design.

"No, no, no, the company was funded by you guys, so I'd better not get involved." Xie Yuan Jianguo felt that he owed this group of people too many favors, and waved his hands repeatedly.

"Let's talk about the matter at hand." Gu Zongnian put his arm on his shoulder. "Don't be embarrassed. When the departed Lao Liu was in the team, we divided it this way as well."

"But I didn't do anything." Xie Yuan Jianguo was very honest, "At most I just redid the homework that I didn't do well last semester."

That’s right, although it looks like the page he made can jump and run, it actually relies on the school homework system. Weibo needs to formally establish a project, and these all require the company to hire professional personnel to redo it.

“It’s great to be able to fully present everyone’s ideas and use them as a model for technical staff to refer to. You don’t have to feel that you have done less.”

Murong Xue's attitude was firm: "Time is money. Those technicians are paid very high wages. The model you made can help them improve their efficiency, which is a disguised investment."

Look, what the young lady said is really good.

Jianguo was still trying to shirk responsibility, but Murongxue's tone was already unquestionable: "We are all businessmen. Relationships are relationships, and business is business. Whatever is due is what is due. Don't confuse business with other things."

Gu Zongnian added casually, "Otherwise we can't be friends."

Okay, okay, this is the popular way to play now, right?

Jianguo stopped worrying and nodded, "Then I'll take 3%, and I'll give it back to you when I leave."

"We will buy it back when you leave." said Gu Zongnan.

The portion of milk tea that Liu Junxi earned from the school’s milk tea shop was taken away by Gu Zongnan.

So the proportions of the other people were quickly determined: Murong Xue accounted for 35%, Gu Zongnan accounted for 25%, Wu Qiming accounted for 15%, Song Pingqing accounted for 15%, Shen Ci accounted for 7%, and Jianguo accounted for 3%.

After the meeting, Song Pingqing followed Murong Xue back to the room like a big tail.

"You plan to stay and build a country."

“I want to stay and build a country.”

The two of them spoke in unison.

Murongxue was waiting for Song Pingqing to support her decision, but she saw Song Pingqing shaking his head at her, which was very rare: "No, we can't keep Jianguo."

"Why?" Murong Xue could not hide her disappointment. "He has already shown his value. I can ask Dad to sponsor him and let him study with us. He can get a better education, live a better life, and become a better person."

"Because he doesn't want to." Song Pingqing suddenly asked, "What do you think is a good life?"

Murong Xue was somewhat bewildered by the question. She thought for a long time and answered uncertainly, "A life like this?"

"A truly good life is the life you want." Song Pingqing shook his head and sighed, "In Jianguo's heart, being able to live with his grandfather is a good life."

"I can ask someone to bring his grandfather here as well." Murong Xue was very confident.

"Jianguo won't agree." Song Pingqing's voice was very soft. She hadn't reached the voice change period yet, and her voice was still childish, but it inexplicably had the kind and loving admonition of an elder. She held Murong Xue's hand and patted her soothingly.

"Jianguo would not let the only relative in his heart have to leave his hometown at an old age and live in an almost completely unfamiliar place just because he adopted him."

"Jianguo's life difficulties cannot be solved by money."

Song Pingqing had said this once before when Gu Zongnan said he would sponsor Jianguo's studies.

Now Murong Xue wants to recruit Jianguo, Song Pingqing said it again.

Murongxue was originally filled with rebellious emotions, but they were calmed down by Song Pingqing's gentle and gentle narration. She asked her own question in confusion: "But your grandparents were able to live well after coming to the city."

"That's because they have supported each other for half their lives, their family is always around so they don't have no one to talk to, and they have a skill, so they can find a small business to entertain themselves, so their life is not boring."

Seeing that she had listened carefully, Song Pingqing also briefly talked about his own family situation: "In fact, if the medical conditions in my hometown were not too poor, the winter was too cold, and it was too far away from us to take care of them, my father would not have made up his mind to bring them here."

"But I can actually feel that they are not happy living here, so they want to find something to do."

Anyway, it is impossible to set up a vegetable plot for them to grow in Jincheng City. I still have to ask the two elders for their opinions when I have the chance.

Ultimately, this matter needs to be discussed with her father first. After all, he is the person primarily responsible for the lives of Old Mrs. and Old Mr. Song in their old age.

Don't interfere in other people's business!

"You don't meet them very often every year, so how can you know whether they are happy or not?" Murong Xue was puzzled, and it was rare for her to show the look of a child who could not understand the concept of old age.

“Some things can be felt as long as you feel them with your heart.”

For others, grandmothers come from granddaughters, but for Song Pingqing, it is the grandson who comes from the grandmother. She was an elderly person for nearly fifty years in her previous life, and no one understands the elderly better than her.

"You...you seem to care a lot about what the elderly think." Murong Xue murmured.

"Yes, I do care about it. After all, I have one at home." Song Pingqing smiled and changed the subject, "Have you read the petition?"

For Jianguo, his adoptive parents were rotten to the core and he could not rely on them. He and his grandfather had a relationship that was neither here nor there.

Murong Xue shook her head. She was not interested in ancient literature and would rather spend more time on matters that would help her take over the management of the company in the future.

"I'll watch it later."

Song Pingqing didn't know when Murong Xue read the petition, nor did she know whether she still wanted to keep Jianguo in the team, but as a friend, a follower, or a subordinate, she had said what she needed to say, and the rest was not something she should consider.

Song Pingqing had just finished chatting with Murong Xue about what the elderly want when he was summoned back home by Song Dashan because of this issue.

Song Pingqing rushed home in a hurry. As soon as he entered the door, he saw four people sitting upright and neatly on the sofa with serious expressions.

To be honest, all five members of their family are lively and cheerful, and rarely show such serious expressions. It looks like they are about to have a criticism meeting.

Song Pingqing was frightened for a moment, and asked while changing his slippers: "Why is this? So serious."

"Your grandma wants to buy a shop and open a breakfast shop!" Song Dashan shouted loudly. From his eyes, to his tone, to his aura, he gave people a feeling: I'm complaining, your eldest granddaughter is back, don't even think about it.

Song Pingqing turned his head again and saw Old Mrs. Song sitting there with a depressed look on her face.

"Ah——" Song Pingqing looked at Old Lady Song, "Grandma, what are you thinking?"

She hasn't even mentioned it yet, but Old Lady Song can't sit still anymore?

"I just feel too bored staying at home all day, and I want to find something to do." Old Mrs. Song tugged at the blue plaid handkerchief in her hand, feeling a little aggrieved.

"Oh--"

Song Dashan felt that his daughter was a bit dazed today, but it was Xu Jinmei who first noticed that something was wrong.

"What do you think?" Xu Jinmei asked.

"My grandma wants to find something to do, so let her find something to do." As soon as Song Pingqing said this, Old Lady Song's eyes immediately lit up.

Old man Song, who had been silent all this time, looked up upon hearing this and looked at his granddaughter with some surprise.

“????” Song Dashan suddenly felt like he was being stabbed in the back by his own daughter.

"But I don't support opening a breakfast shop." Song Pingqing changed the subject, "That thing is too tiring. You have to get up at three in the morning to clean up. Grandma, you are old and can't do such unreliable things. If we want to do something, we should do something else."

"Then what else can I do?" Old Mrs. Song wiped her face with a handkerchief, pretending to be aggrieved.

She could see that her precious baby was on her side.

In fact, Old Mrs. Song is not that old. Their generation gave birth to children very early. Xu Jinmei also gave birth to children early. Even though Song Pingqing is only eleven years old, Old Mrs. Song is actually only in her early fifties this year.

At this age, we are still seven or eight years away from the definition of elderly people in the Law on the Protection of the Rights and Interests of the Elderly. If we want to find something to do, we can't even say that we are an old horse waiting to be stabled.

Xu Jinmei understood. Her Baoer wanted to make Old Lady Song happier, but didn't want to make her tired.

"What do you think?" Xu Jinmei asked.

"I think my grandma's clay pot stew is delicious, so let's open a clay pot stew restaurant for her. It's open at noon and night, and my grandma will be responsible for frying the ingredients. We can hire people to serve dishes and wash bowls." Song Pingqing picked up the apple on the table and took a bite. "I know a sister who works in the catering industry. I can ask her for help to find some ways."

"How can that work? Who can't make that thing?" Old Mrs. Song was a little nervous and wanted to back out. "It will cost a lot of money, so why not forget it."

Song Dashan immediately misunderstood. He immediately understood Song Pingqing's series of actions as a roundabout way, and immediately said: "Mom wants to do something, what can't it be! It's just money! Does our family need money now? I'll pay for mom!"

"I can go too." Song Pingqing smiled. "Grandma, you don't know, but I'm in the beverage business now. When you open a restaurant, I'll open a branch next to your store. When we make money, we can go out and travel! Let's buy nice things."

Well, by the way, I'll arrange a reliable employee to be the store manager so that he can "monitor" and take care of you.

Old Mrs. Song hesitated, then her heart was moved: "Then...I'll try?"

Song Dashan's body stiffened.

Song Pingqing was happy: "Okay, then I'll take you to see the store in the next few days!"

Song Pingqing and Old Lady Song were in unison and were almost ready to settle the matter.

"Not... so fast?" Song Dashan was confused.

Song Pingqing suddenly turned his head and said to Song Dashan, "Dad, I want to buy the store, is that ok? You know, I have been interested in buying houses since I was a child."

Hearing this, Xu Jinmei almost immediately turned her head to the side and covered her face to hold back her laughter.

Yes, yes, her daughter has been interested in buying a house since she was a child.

Song Dashan had just been tricked by Song Pingqing and was feeling depressed. Just as he was about to say no, Xu Jinmei and Old Lady Song pinched his left and right waists respectively. He quickly cried out, "Ouch, ouch, ouch!" "Okay, okay, buy, buy, buy the big ones, just pick whatever you want!"

"Thank you, Dad!" Song Pingqing was happy.

Just as I entered the bedroom and was about to call the agent, Wu Qiming called first: "Brother! I'm here to tell you something!"

"You'd better have good news." Song Pingqing was happy that he could buy himself a new shop.

"After all, you've gone home. If it wasn't good news, I wouldn't be calling you right now." Wu Qiming is a very ethical gossip player and never keeps anyone in suspense. "I got the news that your house is going to be demolished, and the process is very fast. I guess they'll start negotiating the price this month."

"Do you know the price range?" Song Pingqing asked, suppressing his inner excitement.

"Just negotiate on a one to two basis." Wu Qiming replied.

After hanging up the phone, before I had time to contact the agent, there was a knock on the door.

Song Pingqing walked over to open the door, only to see that it was Old Man Song: "What's up, Grandpa?"

Old Man Song: "I came in to get something."

Song Pingqing let him into the house. Old man Song walked to the bedside, took out a passbook from the drawer, opened it and took a look, then stood up and handed it to Song Pingqing.

"Here you go. Your grandma wants to open a shop, so there's no reason for me not to pay for it. This is the little money I secretly saved, so you can use it."

Song Pingqing didn't answer and acted like a child: "No way, no way, no way, Grandpa, you want me to go to the store alone to work."

Old Man Song was choked by Song Pingqing's idiotic appearance and immediately said, "What a joke! How could I let your grandma go to the store alone? I just think that I should do something, too."

"Grandpa, let me tell you something. The house we live in now is going to be demolished soon, and we don't know where our store will be opened. If you want to do something, you can go get a driver's license. Then my granddaughter will buy you a car, and you can drive to the store with my grandma every day." Song Pingqing said with a grin.

"Okay... Then I'll keep this money to buy..." Old Man Song suddenly stopped talking, "What did you just say? The house we live in now is going to be demolished?"

Old Man Song spoke so loudly, and the house was not soundproof, so the three people outside undoubtedly heard it.

Sure enough, the next second, the bedroom door was slapped open by Old Lady Song: "My dear! What did you say? Is our house going to be demolished?"