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

At this time, Gu Zongnan, as the only major shareholder of yours still in the country, needs to stand up and give Song Pingqing an explanation.

Why didn't Murong Xue say it? Because judging by the time difference, Murong Xue had just fallen asleep.

"Is it also 'charity' for the internal affairs?"

Song Pingqing held the phone in one hand and played with the small spinning top on his fingertips with the other, and found Gu Zongnan's words very interesting.

"To maintain a group company for a long time, the internal management system is one part, but there are also some other safeguards that need to be kept up with."

"At the beginning, Murong Xue and I saw that you were the only one who didn't require much technical skills."

"Those who are not suitable for Wanmu Commercial and Gu's Technology are very suitable to be placed here. As long as you control the top level, you can support these people well with your marketing methods."

Gu Zongnan's voice suddenly stopped, and he seemed to be considering where to start the next sentence.

After a long while he said:

"Whether it's Wanmu Commercial, Gu's Technology, or Xingyao today, the children of those old employees are not of the same generation as us. They were very fertile back then, but every family has a few useless children."

Song Pingqing's heart skipped a beat when he heard this.

Gu Zongnan's tone was meaningful when he said this, and it was obvious that what he was really referring to was not the children of those old employees.

But at this point, Song Pingqing already understood: "I understand what you mean."

Who else could it be? There must be younger generations among them who share common interests.

It is easy to deal with those who entered through the relationship with the core employees of the group, but if the younger generations in the families of other stakeholders are affected, the impact involved will be too great.

Just as Song Pingqing was about to say something, there was a knock on the office door.

Song Pingqing looked up and saw that it was Zhao Lei. He gestured for him to wait for a moment and said to Gu Zongnian on the other end of the phone:

"Are you in Jincheng?"

This topic is not suitable to be discussed over the phone, let's have a face-to-face conversation.

"Yes, I'm downstairs from you."

The Jincheng branch of Xingyao Group is also located here.

"Then let's meet and talk tomorrow." Song Pingqing thought for a moment, "Let's have lunch together."

After hanging up the phone, Song Pingqing took a deep breath and then gestured to Zhao Lei to come in.

Zhao Lei then knocked on the door again and came in with a folder in his hand.

Song Pingqing: As expected, as long as people want to find work for themselves, work will emerge in an endless stream.

But the company still belongs to Song Pingqing, so he can't even use the slacking skills he had in his previous life.

It turns out that all people in this world are cattle and horses, they are just of different sizes.

But being a giant cow or horse is always more comfortable than being a miniature cow or horse. At least the material life will be much richer.

Song Pingqing's emotions fluctuated slightly, but before she noticed it, top worker Zhao Lei had already discovered it before her.

A long time ago, when Zhao Lei was trained to be the captain of the personal bodyguard team, he was trained to reduce the emotional exhaustion of the people he served.

People are unable to make correct decisions when they are emotional, and those being served often control more resources.

Even though Zhao Lei no longer served as a personal bodyguard, he still adhered to this work principle, which enabled him to rise to the top.

For those who can move up, no salary is earned in vain.

When Zhao Lei walked into the office, he did not mention work matters immediately. Instead, he temporarily put the work documents on the table, checked the working status of the fresh air system, and ventilated the room.

Song Pingqing just thought that he was suffering from the occupational disease he suffered as a bodyguard, and habitually checked the equipment to see if there was any problem.

"What's the matter?"

Seeing that Song Pingqing's almost imperceptible emotions had disappeared, Zhao Lei placed the document in front of Song Pingqing and started to talk about business:

"These are the contracts that will be affected if you ban Mushroom. I have made a list of the projects, the client, the contract amount, and the termination budget. I have also included the content that requires special attention."

Song Pingqing nodded, took the document from Zhao Lei and began to look through it.

"Once you have verified everything, we will go and ask the other party to terminate the contract."

Although Xun Xun has some problems with his brain and the remarks he made are not normal, but when it comes to the most important aspect in the entertainment industry, his face is impeccable.

Therefore, it is very popular with capital.

Zhao Lei reminded: "Her family has some background, and some contracts may not be terminated smoothly."

"If the family has no background, such a person would not be raised." Song Pingqing didn't care about her background at all. He drank tea and slowly looked through the documents.

Seeing the long string of numbers and the labels with seven or eight capital numbers, Song Pingqing couldn't help but complain in his heart.

It’s too easy to make money in the entertainment industry.

"It doesn't matter. He should be compensated and made an example of. In short, we can't let such people lead other artists astray again."

Song Pingqing picked up the pen and signed the document, then threw it to Zhao Lei: "But I don't want to lose all this money in vain, so this matter needs to be marketed well. Ask someone to make a plan."

When Song Pingqing said this, Zhao Lei knew what was going on. She didn't care at all about the support behind Xun Xun.

Zhao Lei put away the contract: "No problem, I'll arrange it right away."

When Song Pingqing called Murong Xue again that night, she conveyed to her everything Gu Zongnan had told her.

"Although no other problems have been found yet, if Wei Ni were to go bankrupt in the future, the impact would be very bad."

Thinking of Gu Zongnian's reaction, Song Pingqing's tone was quite emotional: "I also didn't expect that Gu Zongnian, who was radical in reforming Xingyao, would say that he would take it slow on this matter."

"The original Xingyao was rotten to the core. If you don't become radical, you can't survive."

Murong Xue was washing her face, gently scrubbing the foam off her face while explaining simply: "There is no money to be made in this kind of place, so there is less involvement."

Over the years, everyone thought that Gu Zongnan was a reckless and troublesome person, but in fact, he knew very well when he could be troublesome and when he could not.

He knows better how deep to stab, which can both shock the workers below and prevent outside hands from reaching in easily.

The heir trained by the Gu couple, who are both talented people, is indeed not bad.

If it was really bad, it wouldn't have been able to build Xingyao.

Song Pingqing leaned against the back of the sofa and sighed: "Sure enough, I'm the only one who's really stupid."

She always subconsciously treated them as children.

As a result, this group of people have unknowingly grown up to be real heirs to wealthy families.

"Don't say that." Murong Xue immediately wiped the water off her face, looked at Song Pingqing on the phone, and said seriously, "You are much better than him."

Song Pingqing was secretly delighted: How could I be so good to her? Does this count as "My wife's praise for me is also for me"?

It sounds good, I love it.