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

Chen Pu was definitely one of the first people to follow Song Pingqing. When he heard what Song Pingqing said, he directly took the cup of oden from her.

Chen Pu doesn't like spending money on useless things and seldom goes out for snacks.

I thought it tasted good, so I asked casually, "This is delicious, how much is one bunch?"

The food given by the boss is of course not given for free, there will be some other meaning behind it.

Chen Pu thought Song Pingqing was interested in these businesses.

Song Pingqing gave a simple answer: "Five dollars."

Five bucks?!

Although Chen Pu is already an elite with an annual income of one million, he is not a person who has left his hometown and the land.

When I called home, I learned a little about the current food prices from my mother.

"There are more people growing tea in our village now than growing grain. When I went to the market a while ago, I found that the prices of everything had risen sharply, except for grain."

"It is said that the price of early indica rice planted this year is 120, the price of mid-late indica rice is 125, and the price of japonica rice is 140..."

Chen Pu knew that this was the purchase price per fifty kilograms, and he roughly converted the price per catty in his mind at that time.

Nowadays, the price of a string of oden in his hand is equivalent to four kilograms of grain in his hometown. Chen Pu suddenly felt that it was not so attractive.

"A bit expensive."

"It's expensive, but people still buy it." Song Pingqing said nicely, "This proves that people's demand for catering has begun to rise."

What she said more bluntly was: People are starting to pursue expensive products.

Mixue Yuecha has always pursued the business strategy of "blooming everywhere and bearing fruit everywhere".

Of course, you can make a lot of money, but you will not be competitive in a market that is starting to pursue expensive products.

Song Pingqing's words were just enough to make the point, but Chen Pu had already read some meaning from them that she didn't express clearly.

Mixue Yuecha is already a very mature brand and has participated in many assistance policies. Naturally, it will not change its most fundamental business model.

Although other brands in the same industry are priced higher than Mixue Yue Tea, they are still in the exploratory stage. Without the huge scale and standardized internal processes of Mixue Yue Tea, they can forget about seizing the high-priced product market.

It’s such a good market, it would be a waste not to take advantage of it.

Chen Pu immediately replied: "Please give the new brand a name, and I will come up with a plan for your review as soon as possible."

"It's easy talking to you."

If it were Ma Ertai and Jing Wen, there would still be some workplace flattery and pulling. Although these two have tried their best to change this habit, they would still bring it up from time to time.

Song Pingqing was impatient to listen.

When you become rich enough, you become immune to a lot of flattery and compliments.

A very standard formula for purifying the soul is: "I am so rich and powerful, do I need you to tell me?"

Therefore, Song Pingqing only cares about work ability and efficiency, and is not at all interested in flattery or persuasion.

But those two also have their advantages.

Song Pingqing thought for a moment and said, "I'm going to the office tomorrow to arrange something."

Two days ago, she acquired a company in the ice and snow industry in Massachusetts. Since it was inconvenient for her to go abroad, Murong Xue's subordinates have been helping to manage the company.

It's not that they can't continue to entrust the management, but Murong Xue will be back soon. Instead of leaving it to them, it would be better for Song Pingqing to send someone to take over.

Thinking of the patented technologies related to ski resorts that are lacking in the country, as well as the several equipment and ski brands that Song Pingqing has set his eyes on over the years and wanted to acquire, Song Pingqing became very excited.

Although the Winter Olympics is still a long way off, she can first open a high-end ski resort in the area to cash in.

There are still a lot of rich people here, and many of them are willing to join in the fun.

What's more, there are those rich second-generation classmates who are willing to find ways to get along well with Song Pingqing for her money and resources.

As long as your thinking does not slip, money will only grow more and more as you accumulate wealth and status.

"Okay, I'll notify them now." Chen Pu didn't ask about the time.

Song Pingqing can go whenever he wants, there is no need to ask for a result at this time.

After strolling around for more than two hours, Song Pingqing understood the current consumption level of the mass market. He then went to a string of brand stores such as YM, Dream Keeper, Jumei, etc. for private inspection. Only then did Song Pingqing buy several large bags of snacks to pick up Xiuxiu who was in training.

Anyone who has raised a child knows that if one day a parent shows up on the child’s way home from school without saying hello in advance, there is a high probability that the parent will see a side of the child that is not usually seen.

Just like this moment.

Song Pingqing parked the low-key black Maybach on the side of the road, leaned against the car door, folded his arms, and observed the scene across the road with interest.

While watching, he pretended to be looking at his mobile phone, but in fact he was holding up the phone to record the video.

Who else could that kid who slipped out of the martial arts gym and skillfully ran into the convenience store to buy spicy strips be but Xiuxiu?

Song Pingqing took the evidence in his hands, then called out to the bodyguards who were following not far away, and carried the snacks in the car into the martial arts gym.

As soon as I went upstairs, I saw Zhuang Han standing with his back to the door.

Song Pingqing casually greeted, "Brother, I'm here to bring you some supplies."

Zhuang Han's body trembled, and when he turned around, he was holding a whole bag of spicy strips in his hand.

Song Pingqing looked at the spicy noodles in his hand, then looked at Zhuang Han's rounded face, and couldn't help but asked, "Huh?"

Sure enough, no athlete who trains in kilogram-class events can escape overeating after retirement.

I thought I caught Xiuxiu doing something bad, but unexpectedly I caught my senior brother who was eating spicy strips.

"Uh... well." Zhuang Han quickly took out some paper to wipe his hands and mouth, then threw the unfinished spicy strips into the trash can, "Junior sister is here."

Zhuang Han was a little embarrassed: "Well, just eat it occasionally, don't tell your sister."

Song Pingqing didn't tell Dong Xixi about this, but told Murong Xue when he called her at night.

When Murong Xue heard the tone in which Song Pingqing spoke about this matter, her eyes flickered, but she did not interrupt her. She listened to her patiently until she finished speaking bit by bit.

"I really thought it was Xiuxiu who did something bad." Song Pingqing complained, "Fortunately, I didn't arrest her when she was buying spicy noodles, otherwise it would be so embarrassing."

"It's quite embarrassing." Murongxue held up her chin. After hearing that she had finished speaking, she looked at Song Pingqing with a half-smile and said in a deliberately slow tone, "But Pingqing..."

"Hmm?" Song Pingqing felt a thin layer of sweat on his back for no reason, and he felt something was wrong. "What's wrong?"

"What are spicy noodles? Huh?"

Murongxue moved a little closer to the camera, as if she wanted to see Song Pingqing's reaction clearly: "Why do you act like you know so much about spicy snacks?"