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

There was no eye contact. Song Pingqing was concentrating on driving, but Murong Xue turned her head to look at her.

The lines at the corners of both people's mouths softened a little at the same time.

The car became quiet, but the atmosphere was not awkward or dull.

No one spoke. They tacitly began to consider each other's considerations, thinking about the reason why the other person said this.

"Are you still worried that I'll be dragged down by the Shang family's bad luck?"

It was not until they stopped at the intersection and waited for the traffic light that Song Pingqing turned his head and asked Murong Xue: "So you want Wen Zhuo to share the risk with me?"

"It can be regarded as a test to see how confident he is about this matter." Murong Xue unscrewed the bottle of mineral water on the table and took a few sips. "It is better to give up now than later..."

It's better than being cheated and losing all your money later.

Murong Xue was worried that Song Pingqing would be rather cautious, so she didn't say everything and just made some mention of it.

"Yeah." Song Pingqing agreed.

When Murong Xue didn't know about the existence of Baimao and infinite flow players, this could indeed be considered a reason for bringing Wen Zhuo into the game.

"What about you? Are you interested in the news and connections of the Wen family?"

"Yes. I also see the photovoltaic industry that his company can take over." Song Pingqing restarted the car. "Some regions have a huge demand for these products. Once the policy of releasing vitality comes out, those who are close to the water will get the moon first."

Murongxue didn't respond to this, but pointed out some of Song Pingqing's other more emotional thoughts: "His family also has a photovoltaic company that is not doing well. If you let him join, it will be a good help to him."

"After all, you are now someone who has someone backing you up, right?"

Even though Zheng Yuan is not interested in these areas, it does not prevent Song Pingqing from doing what she wants to do. She takes the lead in making connections in an official capacity to protect Song Pingqing's business.

After all, it is reasonable and logical for anyone to not want Song Pingqing to create a few more companies that can drive large-scale employment.

This has nothing to do with collusion between officials and businessmen. Song Pingqing never tried to evade taxes, as if the money she handed over was not hers in the first place. Many of the supported projects also had official shares.

Murong Xue didn't ask how the money was divided specifically, but the direction of its circulation was absolutely reasonable.

"Yeah. Didn't you say you wanted to take over half of the Giant Rigging business? It's not good to take the Giant Rigging favor for nothing."

In fact, the money required to take over Juli Rigging is not much, and the two of them are fully capable of paying for it.

But buying them all at once would be too conspicuous. Murong Xue's plan was to let their trusted associates slowly purchase half of them in the market.

"You are really..."

Murong Xue didn't finish her words.

Businessmen are businessmen. There are indeed personal relationships in the business world, but it is difficult to have such sincere personal relationships.

Everyone’s decision affects the stability of their own business empire and the livelihoods of hundreds of millions of people.

There is no such thing as considering human feelings.

Song Pingqing knew what she wanted to say, so he said, "As long as it does not affect normal business, we can share risks and resources. Whatever you can do will count."

As for the rest, the two of them knew it well, so there was no need to explain it.

When the invested company develops rapidly and eats into the original market share of Wen's Photovoltaic Company, such a comparison will be very helpful for Wen Zhuo to demonstrate his abilities to those neutral members of the Wen family.

Murong Xue didn't say anything else. Although she didn't agree with the emotional thinking behind Song Pingqing's doing this, since it didn't affect the overall situation, she reluctantly agreed.

The matter was settled for the time being. I would contact Wen Zhuo first to confirm it, and then ask his assistant to make an appointment. Song Pingqing would take the lead in introducing him to Shang Qingyun.

There is another thing going on right now - the graduation banquet.

There is never a shortage of banquets in this world of pleasure. Whenever there is something worth celebrating, there will be gatherings of all sizes to make it a lively occasion.

The point is not to celebrate, but to use it to strengthen relationships and achieve mutual benefit.

The admission letter had already come when they attended the alumni gathering of Baihua College. Compared to Murong Ba, who was so calm as if nothing had happened, Song Dashan was so excited that he was almost going crazy.

"Hey, Lao Zhang! Long time no see, my eldest daughter was admitted to Futong University!"

"What do you think of my new car? By the way, let me tell you, my eldest daughter passed the exam for a second-year student!"

"Yes, that's right. It's the one in our downtown area."

"Hey, how can I tutor her? What education do I have? This is the first college student in our family~"

During this period, the ears of Song Dashan's driver and assistant were almost callused.

As soon as I opened my eyes, a sentence kept repeating in my mind: "My eldest daughter was admitted to the secondary school!"

How painful.

The only good thing is probably that if the boss is happy, he will really give out money.

In order to get a little extra money in their pockets, the poor working people not only suppressed their desire to complain, but even turned themselves into supporting actors.

“That school is great!”

"Wow! What a great honor to our family!"

In comparison, Xu Jinmei was much calmer.

She just hung a banner at the entrance of one of her dozen mid-range beauty salons - celebrating her daughter's admission to Futong University, offering a 30% discount on all purchases.

A reporter thought it was fun and filmed an interview which was broadcast on TV. Xu Jinmei remained "calm and composed" and not only showed off a bit but also advertised her own beauty salon.

Song Dashan regretted it very much: "Hey, why didn't I think of this trick?"

He was the one who almost got on TV.

In response, Xu Jinmei rolled her eyes and said, "What? Can you also let the cars in your 4S stores have discounts as well?"

That’s not possible. Song Dashan really can’t do that.

However, Song Dashan was not embarrassed by his wife's revelation. He immediately moved closer to Xu Jinmei and said, "Oh... you are prettier than me. Our daughter will be more prestigious if you appear on TV."

When they reached middle age, they had successful careers, healthy parents, promising children, and a harmonious family. They had all the good things that could happen to them, and Song Dashan and Xu Jinmei were in high spirits.

As early as a week ago, Song Dashan first held a small party privately at home. Song Pingqing was busy with the approval of the Jingxi Mall project, so he took a break from his busy schedule to have a meal and received various red envelopes and local specialties sent from all directions.

As usual, after everyone left, he gave all the money to Xiao Xiuxiu as pocket money.

Although the red envelopes were worth thousands or tens of thousands of dollars, Song Pingqing couldn't even spare the time to save the money during that period.

With the effort of saving money, Song Pingqing earned the money back.

The Murong family must also hold such a graduation banquet.

Murong Xue, her biological daughter, must be present, and Song Pingqing, Wu Qiming, and Shen Ci, her adopted sons and daughters, must also show up here.

"The banquet will be held on August 18th."

Murongxue "carelessly" picked up a small cube on the table and "casually" threw it to Song Pingqing who had just walked into the office: "This is my gift for you to enter higher education."