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

When Murong Xue finished speaking, there was already a hint of smile in her tone.

There was also a hint of "I'll see how you explain it to me" in his expression.

On the other end of the phone, Song Pingqing couldn't help but reveal a very awkward smile: Oh no...this guy has become a demon.

Seeing her expression, Murong Xue could guess what else she meant. She smiled adorably, but her words made Song Pingqing's scalp and back numb:

"Have you ever eaten spicy noodles behind my back?"

The ending of this sentence was very pleasant, and Song Pingqing's ears felt a little hot. Seeing that she didn't say anything, Murong Xue was like water: "Hmm?"

"Hahaha."

Song Pingqing not only ate spicy strips secretly behind Murong Xue's back, she even got gastroenteritis and was hospitalized because of it.

But he couldn't admit that Zhao Lei had found a way to keep the matter secret. If he admitted it, it would mean he was selling out his teammates.

So Song Pingqing said decisively: "When you come back, I'll cook it for you."

Murong Xue blinked: "Didn't you say that Xiuxiu bought the spicy strips from a small supermarket? Can you make this kind of thing yourself?"

"Others may not be able to do it, but I can." Seeing that she was interested, Song Pingqing immediately started to seduce her, "Don't you want to try it?"

Thinking of those purified versions of street food that still smelled delicious, thinking of Song Pingqing's specially trained cooking skills, thinking of the names of these snacks that I had never heard of...

Murong Xue's answer was quick and decisive: "Yes."

Song Pingqing is happy to receive a side quest: making spicy noodles.

When making something like spicy strips yourself, you just need to have stricter control over the raw materials, and you cannot lack any condiments such as oil, salt, sugar, etc.

No matter how healthy you are, you won’t be that healthy.

Song Pingqing added: "But this thing is very unhealthy. Just try it once and don't eat too much."

"It's rare, Pingqing." Murongxue was checking the books she was going to bring, with her phone propped aside, "It's rare that there are things you think are unhealthy."

In the past, Song Pingqing was always the main force supporting her in trying various new things.

This time is an exception, which shows that thing is really not very healthy.

"You should go to school soon." Song Pingqing didn't respond, "Study hard and make progress every day, and come back early."

"I know." Murongxue picked up the phone and looked at Song Pingqing, who was already lying in bed on the screen. "Have you gone to bed so early?"

Calculating the time, it’s only nine o’clock in the evening in China.

"Well, I went to pick up Xiuxiu today, and I also practiced with her. Now I feel sleepy."

"Then go to sleep. I'm going out." Murong Xue said and hung up the phone.

This guy was not honest at all. He ran to the training ground again when no one was watching him.

Murong Xue: I really don’t know why she is competing with martial arts skills.

After sending the children off to class, Song Pingqing fell asleep. The next day, when he arrived at the company, he first met Zhao Lei to ask for information, and then looked through the investment projects that Ma Ertai and Jing Wen had participated in over the years.

Among the five purple arrows, Chen Pu and Yang Tao have been entrusted with important tasks. Although Zhao Lei has seen the world and is familiar with various rules, he has served in the army and will be closely monitored when doing business.

You can only choose from Ma'ertai and Jingwen.

Song Pingqing sat in the office all morning, had a quick box lunch at noon, and in the afternoon he talked to the two people separately before announcing a meeting at five o'clock.

There was no beating around the bush and the personnel appointment was announced directly. Jing Wen's salary doubled and he left after half a month.

After going out, I will first take over the company acquired by Song Pingqing, and then slowly plan other things.

In the next two weeks, Jing Wen needs to communicate with her team to see who to take with her, who to let stay, and which remaining team will poach the remaining ones.

However, these matters are not the responsibility of Song Pingqing, the boss. After finishing these tasks in a day, Song Pingqing will start a new round of inspections.

Summer vacation is also the peak season for variety shows.

Song Pingqing initially invested heavily in the cultural IP film and television industry, which was somewhat mixed with the desire to diversify aesthetics.

So no matter what program is held, as long as the contestants and guests are confirmed, Song Pingqing will go through the information personally no matter how busy he is.

Hearing Song Pingqing say that he was going to check out the artist company and film and television company downstairs, Zhao Lei hesitated for a moment, but still stood up and said, "I'll go with you."

During the years when artist companies and film and television companies were established and developed most rapidly, Song Pingqing had been studying abroad.

Although Song Pingqing showed up briefly during her first talent show, most people in the company had never seen her. The sudden appearance of such a strange face inevitably led to people treating her with different attitudes.

Although Song Pingqing is already nineteen years old, in Zhao Lei's eyes, she is still the child who needs a large group of bodyguards wherever she goes.

"Later." Song Pingqing did not fully agree, "They are too familiar with you. If you go with me, I may not be able to see the most realistic scene."

So Zhao Lei immediately pulled out a pass from the drawer.

Judging from the degree of wear, it has been used many times.

"What is this for?"

Song Pingqing took it in his hand and took a look at it, feeling a little confused.

This type of company is the area that Zhao Lei focuses on supervising. Song Pingqing certainly doesn't think that Zhao Lei will need something like a pass.

"Before, there were always people trying to chase their idols and come to me, hoping to get in through my connections. Some people were long-term partners, so it was difficult to reject them completely. So I prepared this."

Zhao Lei explained: "Later, there were more and more people like this, and I would occasionally find a few people to help me supervise them by 'pretending to be fans'."

Zhao Lei is really worthy of his name, using this trick in his own regulatory area.

Song Pingqing also thought it was more fun this way, but...

This pass was a neck-hanging type, and Song Pingqing looked at the lanyard with disdain, which had been used by who knows how many people.

"Change the lanyard." Song Pingqing said, putting the pass on the table.

Under Murong Xue's influence over the years, Song Pingqing's mysophobia has become increasingly severe.

"Okay, okay." Zhao Lei immediately took out a new one from the cabinet and replaced the lanyard on the pass himself.

"If you want to see the truest side of these two companies, go and visit them pretending to be a celebrity."

Zhao Lei thought for a moment and said, "Do you need me to explain the rules of star-chasing to you?"

"Are there any rules for chasing stars?" Song Pingqing had never chased stars in his previous life and had no idea about the twists and turns involved.

"Of course." Zhao Lei took out a folder from the file box. "This is the information I show to people before I send them on a secret visit. Please take a look."

Song Pingqing opened it, scanned a few lines of text, and was shocked.

How did chasing stars become as complicated as a weird story about rules?!