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

Wen Zhuo wanted to discuss this business with Murong Xue and Song Pingqing, so it was impossible for him to hide the real amount from them.

But when Murong Xue asked him this, Wen Zhuo couldn't help but feel disappointed for a moment: "Forty million shares were given."

Thirty million shares is equivalent to the amount that a legitimate heir can get.

Although Song Pingqing had no idea about the projects just now, he had an idea when it came to stocks. For a moment, he thought he had misheard the numbers.

Song Pingqing was shocked: "Huh??? Duo Shao???"

How can this be called a little wife? This is simply marrying a daughter.

Wen Zhuo's expression was somewhat numb. Although the sympathy in Song Pingqing's eyes was indeed the effect he wanted to achieve here, he was not happy that he had achieved his goal.

Some people need a long time to accept the fact that their parents don't love them.

Seeing Song Pingqing lose her composure, Murong Xue immediately pulled her to her side to protect her, fearing that she would be tricked by Wen Lucha:

"Why are you so excited about other people's affairs?"

Murong Xue held Song Pingqing's hand with her left hand, and gently patted her hand with her right hand to indicate that she should stay calm.

"Although my father gave her so many things, she has no idea about the family business." Wen Zhuo sighed deeply, "As far as I know, she is ready to sell off this part quickly after the restricted shares are released."

"Yes." Murong Xue lowered her head and flipped through the documents again. "It is expected to be lifted in October this year."

Having laid the groundwork here, Wen Zhuo would seem insincere if he didn't explain his purpose, so he coughed lightly and said, "I would like to ask you to buy the shares she sells at that time."

Murong Xue replied with two words: "Reason."

"There will be some big moves at the end of this year. I guarantee you will make a lot of money by accepting this part."

But Wen Zhuo did not say what the big move was or who made the move.

This answer is actually a bit evasive, just showing the benefits to the two people without explaining the reasons in depth.

Some things cannot be dug into, especially when they involve Wen Zhuo's many unspoken calculations.

Song Pingqing asked from another angle: "Why don't you ask your uncles and brothers for help?"

"Most of the people I can trust are in politics. Based on the average price of 8%, 40 million shares is a big plate. They can't take so much."

This answer sounded like a response that had been prepared long ago, as if Wen Zhuo had known that this question would come.

But this is also the truth, and it is also the reason why Wen Zhuo let Song Pingqing stay. After all, as a person who can make a lot of money but is not keen on spending, Song Pingqing has a lot of cash available.

After saying this, Wen Zhuo left in a hurry, saying that he didn't want anyone to notice that he had been away for too long.

No wonder I had to rush into the elevator just now.

"He's not staying in a suite." It was obviously inappropriate to ask the waiter to clean up the tea set at this time, so Song Pingqing did it himself. While cleaning up, he asked Murong Xue, "Did you invite him over?"

"Yeah." Murong Xue put down the teacup in her hand. "If he is still the heir of the Wen family, he should have taken over a lot of businesses by now. In that case, it would be no problem for him to become one of the members."

But it is obvious that Wen Zhuo's current status as an "heir" is worrying. After the college entrance examination, the head of the Wen family only gave him a few marginal industries.

"There are some things he didn't say just now, but you should be able to guess them." Murong Xue tapped the documents on the table lightly, "In fact, this company was won by Wen Zhuo's uncles and brothers."

Song Pingqing didn't stop packing his things: "So he knows so much about the future of Yili Rigging... Oh no, the big move at the end of the year?"

"Well, don't clean up." Murong Xue pulled Song Pingqing's hand and asked her to sit down next to her.

"If Wen Zhuo wants to prove that he can become the heir, he must not mess up this deal that everyone has worked hard to get for him. This deal is actually very safe."

Song Pingqing nodded: "Then what are you worried about?"

Murong Xue was clearly hesitant.

"I'm not worried." Murong Xue thought for a moment, "I'm just wondering how much you can handle."

Song Pingqing is not short of money, and neither is the Song family.

But the Song family has remained just a new elite rather than a wealthy family, and the root cause lies here—they do not have an industry with sufficient authority.

These shares of Yili Rigging can definitely become the driving force for their promotion from upstarts to wealthy families.

But how much can Song Pingqing take on, and how much can the Song family take on?

After taking over, how much will Song Pingqing get in the future? Will Wen Zhuo's incident happen again to Song Pingqing?

After thinking about it too much, Murong Xue suddenly felt that she was being a little pretentious.

Song Pingqing was admiring her beauty when he suddenly heard her sneer.

"What's wrong?" Song Pingqing asked puzzledly.

Could it be that her eyes were too obsessed and made Murong Xue unhappy?

Probably not?

"Nothing." Murong Xue stood up. "There's a banquet tonight. Let's go try on the dresses."

Song Pingqing's attention was diverted at once, and he immediately stood up and caught up with Murong Xue: "Come on, let me try for you."

"It's just trying on a dress, why are you so excited?"

Song Pingqing deliberately said in a pretentious tone: "I will personally help you try it."

The result was that Murong Xue took three or two steps into the bedroom and slammed the door shut.

Song Pingqing: Why was I rejected again?

Song Pingqing stood at the bedroom door and sighed softly.

Sure enough, Murong Xue has grown up and is not as funny as she was when she was a child.

The dresses were decided before they went on the trip. They ate and shopped a lot during the trip, and both of them gained two or three pounds.

The result was that the zipper of Murong Xue's new dress was difficult to pull.

For her, the most embarrassing moment in life is this one.

She had just rejected Song Pingqing's "request for help" three minutes ago, and three minutes later the zipper couldn't be zipped up. It was really hard for her to swallow her pride and ask for help.

Murong Xue looked at herself in the mirror, was silent for a moment, opened the bedroom door, and looked at Song Pingqing.

"How's it going? Does it look good?"

Some people appear calm on the surface, but their hearts are filled with beautiful sunshine.

Upon hearing this, Song Pingqing put down the document on the alien force rigging in his hand, stood up and walked to Murong Xue to take a closer look.

At first glance, it looks good.

The lavender long skirt, with its dignified and noble cut, slightly highlights the figure without causing any sense of blasphemy.

Even though she was just trying on clothes and wasn't wearing any jewelry or doing her hair or makeup, Murong Xue was already so beautiful that her heart was trembling.

If you look closely, it looks even better.

This zipper... oops.

Song Pingqing forced himself to suppress his smile: "I know you love me, but there's no need to be so anxious, right?"