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

The highlight of the Lantern Festival is the dinner in the evening. Song Pingqing and Murong Xue came back at noon just to feel the family atmosphere of making glutinous rice balls and rolling Yuanxiao together.

After lunch, Murong Xue went to Song Pingqing's room to rest, while Song Pingqing went to his parents' room to look for someone.

"Mom and Dad, I have something to tell you." Song Pingqing knocked on the door.

Song Dashan came over and opened the door, then took Song Pingqing into the study room in their apartment: "Come on, your mother and I are waiting for you."

While wrapping the dumplings, Song Pingqing whispered to Xu Jinmei, "I'll discuss something with you and Dad later."

After entering the study and sitting down, Song Pingqing spoke: "Do you remember what I said before about setting up a group company?"

"I knew you were going to talk about this." Song Dashan brought a cup of digestive tea to Song Pingqing and Xu Jinmei, then walked over to sit next to his wife. "Didn't you say you were going to find someone to be stationed here in advance? Have you found the person?"

"Yeah." Song Pingqing lied without blushing, but his heart beat slightly faster when he thought about his plans.

She drank some digestive tea and spoke again: "When I recruited people for Jingxi Logistics before, I hired a few more people, but Jingxi Logistics had just started and was short of people, so I didn't assign them here."

Of course, the truth is not entirely like this. These people were poached to be sent to Hengtong, but they reported in at different times. Sending people to Hengtong Logistics cannot be done in the same way as the Calabash Brothers saving their grandfather, so those who reported in advance worked at Jingxi Logistics for two months first.

This is not against the rules, but Song Pingqing treats us well and is a sincere person.

When both the financial needs and the spiritual needs are met at the same time, workers want to do a better job than their bosses do.

There was no need to elaborate on this. Song Pingqing only said, "Now that the situation has eased a little, I want to send some people over."

"Is your new project going well?" Xu Jinmei said with a little worry. "I can understand the combination of logistics and warehousing, but you have invested too much in this project. Your father and I are still a little worried."

Xu Jinmei and Song Dashan's concerns are understandable.

For Jingxi Mall, investing money is actually a small matter. What Song Pingqing spent the most on this project was actually favors.

Xingyao is of course the first to move in and is also the most valuable.

The second is the portable products of Mixue Yuecha, as well as a series of brands under its control such as YM.

But it’s still far from it.

We have to talk about big-brand daily necessities and big-brand cosmetics.

We also have to talk about big-brand clothes, bags, shoes, accessories, food, medicine, digital products and all kinds of miscellaneous things.

Not only do we need to discuss the source of goods, but also cooperation, price, and the acceptable scope of activities.

Small brands can naturally be handed over to subordinates, but big brands can only be handled by Song Pingqing himself.

Zheng Yuan even helped her obtain the right to sell tobacco and alcohol online, but Song Pingqing had to negotiate in person which alcohol and cigarettes to sell.

Those who needed Song Pingqing to communicate in person were all old foxes in the underworld. They were difficult to deal with and talk to, and he couldn't use his power to pressure others on their turf. Fortunately, he was able to negotiate with quite a few of them.

For some gaps, just tear them open a little and they will gradually become smoother.

"Don't worry." Song Pingqing only reported good news and not bad news. "The project is progressing smoothly, otherwise I wouldn't be here to tell you about Hengtong now."

This is indeed the truth.

Hearing this, Xu Jinmei's worries subsided a little: "Tell me, how do you need me and your father to cooperate with you?"

Xu Jinmei and Song Dashan did not have any special feelings about their daughter's plan to set up a group company and strengthen control over Hengtong Logistics.

When Song Pingqing mentioned it "casually" years ago, the two of them immediately agreed.

It was so normal that it seemed as if we had known that this day would come a long time ago.

"In fact, we had some alternatives before the New Year, but we hadn't finalized them yet. We just started work these few days and talked to them again."

Song Pingqing's eyes fell on Song Dashan, and soon on Xu Jinmei: "Wait for them to hand over their work. After half a month, I need your and my mother's help to stabilize the old people in the logistics company."

Hengtong Logistics has experienced great ups and downs. The veterans who remain have their own abilities, and they all have some shares in their hands and are also members of the board of directors.

If their resistance is too great, it will be difficult for the people sent by Song Pingqing to do anything even if they enter the company.

Before setting up the group company, Song Pingqing had to thoroughly investigate the current situation of Hengtong Logistics inside and out.

If there are problems, we will solve them; if there are no problems, we will promote steady operation.

"Okay, how many people are you going to send?" Song Dashan was in a relaxed state. He took a bag of potato chips and ate them. He didn't even stop chewing when he asked this question.

"Four. I'll show you their information later."

This is the upper limit of the number of people determined by Song Pingqing after careful consideration. Of course, it is only the number of people who will be parachuted in on the surface.

There were also some people who applied for the job from the grassroots level whom she asked Wu Lide to arrange.

Although he didn't know why Song Pingqing made such a request, Wu Lide didn't ask any questions and just carried out the order.

Compared to the talkative Zhao Lei, the more silent Wu Lide is obviously more suitable for this kind of job.

"Okay." Song Dashan casually crumpled up the empty bag of potato chips and threw it into the trash can. "Leave this to me and your mom. Just eat and drink well and do your own thing."

When Song Pingqing finished talking to his parents and returned upstairs, Murong Xue was still asleep. She was standing on the balcony, looking at something on her cell phone.

Song Pingqing took a white woolen cape and walked over to cover her with it: "Are you cold?"

"Not bad." Murong Xue glanced at the time, "Did you finish your conversation so quickly?"

"Well, my parents were very cooperative and didn't ask too many questions."

Murong Xue sensed some depression from her tone, and reached out to hold her slightly cold fingertips.

"I understand." Murongxue could see the guilt in Song Pingqing's eyes and said, "It hasn't happened yet, don't think of anything bad yet."

"Maybe they'll accept it easily?"

Song Pingqing held Murong Xue's hand tightly with his backhand: "I know."

I just finished talking to them, so it's inevitable that I'm affected by such emotions.

Murong Xue seemed to have thought of something. She looked outside the house and saw that there was no one there. She suddenly leaned forward and kissed Song Pingqing.

Feeling the softness on her lips, Song Pingqing's head buzzed and her back went numb unconsciously. Thinking that she was now at home and her parents were still there, even her scalp went numb.

Murong Xue still refused to give up. Not only did she touch it lightly, she even rubbed it a few more times.

Unfamiliar and immature.

Soon she left Song Pingqing's lips.

Seeing Song Pingqing's embarrassed and dazed look, Murong Xue smiled: "I read in a book that kissing can help relax the mood and soothe the spirit. Are you feeling better now?"

Song Pingqing: What a crappy book she is reading!