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

Upon hearing Yan Que's offer, Song Pingqing's first reaction was: College students' time and energy are really cheap, no wonder everyone wants to outsource.

Then she sighed deeply.

"What's wrong? Do you think this price is too high? We can still discuss it." Yan Que thought that his price was too high, and there was a hint of hesitation in his tone, "But this software is quite complicated, and the cost is really not low. I can lower it to 700,000 at the lowest."

"I know." Song Pingqing rubbed his temple. For a moment, he didn't know whether he should report the two million that Gu Zongnan had mentioned.

Report it, or you'll be suspected of backstabbing your friend.

If I don't report it, it will be suspected that I am bullying Yan Que because he is ignorant.

Song Pingqing quickly found a very moderate way to solve the problem: "Well, I'll give your contact information to the other party tonight, and you two can talk about it."

Yan Que said "hmm", which meant that he had an afternoon to prepare.

"You need to come up with a plan as soon as possible and explain to the other party clearly where the key points, difficulties and costs of this software are. After the other party gives you a quote, you can negotiate with him on his price."

"Okay." Although Yan Que didn't understand why Song Pingqing said that, she was still willing to accept his suggestion.

Grandma can't negotiate the price, you guys go and fight it out among yourselves.

It’s a good opportunity to see whether Gu Zongnan’s business ability is stronger, or Yan Que’s genius aura is stronger.

A qualified front-line worker must have sufficient professional ethics.

After bringing the two opposing sides together, Grandma Zhu can become perfectly invisible.

After the evening training, Song Pingqing gave Gu Zongnian Yan Que's contact information: "I have contacted the person for you. I roughly talked about the software requirements, but did not mention your quotation. You can discuss the details between yourselves."

Gu Zongnian looked at the string of numbers sent to his phone and was in a good mood: "Great! I knew that Big Brother is the most reliable."

No, big brother doesn’t. Big brother just wants to eat melon.

The next day was Saturday, and everyone didn’t have to go to school, so everyone was busy with their own things.

Song Pingqing and Murong Xue went to the horse farm in Wen City to ride horses together.

Zhenqi and Heishui rode side by side, strolling briskly in the horse farm.

Murong Xue seemed to be in a good mood: "Did you introduce the person you asked the security company to investigate last time to Gu Zongnian?"

"Yes." Song Pingqing explained to Murong Xue, "She has made up her mind to make something first before letting me invest. With her current slow pace of saving money, I don't know how long I have to wait."

"But I'm not doing this for her to make money. I'm mainly trying to get them to know each other in case we can work together again in the future."

"Computer games and technology are inseparable."

"Yeah." Murong Xue smiled, "Some things really can't be too abrupt, it's better to let them get to know each other and fight each other in advance."

The two chatted while riding their horses around the stable.

"But aren't you afraid that Gu Zongnan will cheat her?" Murong Xue was curious.

"One is a rich kid, and the other is a talented girl. It's not certain who will cheat whom." Song Pingqing told Murong Xue about the two people's bids. "Who will win depends on who the bid favors more."

"After all, you are also curious about whether Yan Que has business talent." Murong Xue ruthlessly exposed the meaning that Song Pingqing had never revealed.

"Yeah, after all, you can't expect someone who doesn't understand business negotiations to manage a game studio."

Song Pingqing said with emotion: "Yan Que is a genius who can see the importance of six pennies and is also eager to pursue the moon. But from a long-term perspective, I must confirm that Yan Que does have the ability to master six pennies."

"People's pursuit of the moon and sixpence may not conflict, but it is difficult to grasp the right balance between them." Murong Xue nodded, "You respect her ideals."

"If she is who she seems to be, then the world needs people like her."

I don’t know if it’s because of Song Pingqing’s arrival, but Heishui is in a good mood today. He looks like he is willing to take Song Pingqing for a few laps at any time.

"What about you? What are your ideals?" Murong Xue asked her.

"I don't know. I don't think there's anything I want to do in particular." Song Pingqing paused, then suddenly revealed a slightly weird and self-deprecating smile. "If I have to say I want to do something, I really hope to play those ultra-high-end virtual reality games."

Well, it's like everyone she looks at now has an arrow on their head, it really looks like a super high-end virtual reality game.

Murong Xue looked at Song Pingqing and always felt that there was an indescribable mockery in her words, and she couldn't help but feel worried.

Song Pingqing noticed Murong Xue's look and comforted her casually, "Don't worry, this is just a small idea that I want to realize. If I find my ideal one day, I will tell you."

"Okay." Although Murong Xue said this, the worry in her eyes had not completely disappeared. "The matter about the person you wanted to investigate has been investigated. It was sent from Jincheng today. I asked Aunt Zhang to keep it for you."

"Okay!" Song Pingqing pulled the reins and looked at Murong Xue with a clear gaze, "Let's go, run two laps?"

When he returned home, the file about Yan Que was already lying quietly on the desk in Song Pingqing's bedroom.

Yan Que's uniqueness was caused by lack of oxygen during birth.

Most of the children who came out of the orphanage had the surname Dang. Only those who remembered their own names when they were abandoned and were unwilling to believe that they were abandoned would keep their previous names.

Yan Que was an exception. She was too smart, so she remembered and understood why.

Song Pingqing felt depressed. After reading the file, he threw it aside and didn't say anything for a long time.

In Yan Que's short fifteen years of life so far, he has only been firmly chosen three times.

The first time was with her good friend in the orphanage who had always protected her, the second time was with Song Pingqing, and the third time was with the gifted class.

No wonder Yan Que wanted to follow in his footsteps.

Before Song Pingqing could get over his melancholy, there was a knock on his bedroom door.

"What's wrong?" The person knocking on the door was Murong Xue.

Murongxue keenly noticed the sadness in Song Pingqing's expression that had not yet been completely suppressed. She thought to herself, "As expected," and coughed twice, "There's a new restaurant over at Jinhui. The squad leader said the food there is pretty good. I want to go. You come with me."

"Now?" Song Pingqing raised his hand and looked at the time. "It's only half past four."

"Can't you walk around with me for a while?" Murong Xue was a little unhappy.

"Of course." Song Pingqing glanced at the pajamas he was wearing, "Wait for me to change clothes."

"Well, I'll wait for you in the living room." Murong Xue raised her chin, "Hurry up."

Murong Xue deliberately came to Song Pingqing at this time, because the person who went to investigate Yan Que mentioned to her before sending the information: "This person has a hard life."

Murong Xue guessed that Song Pingqing would open the document as soon as she returned. She estimated how long it would take her to finish reading the document and interrupted her emotions with a reason she had prepared long ago.

What's important is not to let her be sad alone.

Murong Xue was in a good mood and peeled a tangerine by herself.

The small orange segments burst with sweet juice between lips and teeth.

Murong Xue: Well~ I am indeed a very good friend.

"Is this why you sat in the living room and peeled ten tangerines by yourself???" Song Pingqing stared at the small pile of tangerine peels on the coffee table, "When did you learn how to peel tangerines???"

Murong Xue:......

Murong Xue: I was careless. I can’t pretend I don’t know next time.

Song Pingqing looked at her slightly guilty look, pretending to be innocent, and said helplessly: "Next time, I will peel it."

"Hmm?" Murong Xue felt that Song Pingqing was really observant.

"The white silk cannot be removed, it can reduce internal heat." Song Pingqing pointed at the silk-like substance mixed in the orange peels that Murong Xue had just peeled, and reached out to quickly peel another one to show Murong Xue.

“Eating this way is good for your health.”

Murong Xue reached out to take the orange from Song Pingqing's hand.

As a result, Song Pingqing swallowed the whole tangerine in one gulp.

In Murongxue's shocked and incredulous eyes, Song Pingqing said vaguely: "You have eaten ten! This one is mine."

“…” How can there be such a person in this world! ! ! ! !

Song Pingqing obviously remembered Murong Xue's sudden preference for oranges. On Monday afternoon after returning to school, Song Pingqing went to the milk tea shop. When he came back, he was holding a cup of orange-yellow drink that looked very good.

"Specially blended version, big orange and big profit, give it a try." Song Pingqing inserted the straw.

A rich orange scent wafts to my face.

Murong Xue took a deep breath.

The slightly cool orange juice tea is sucked into the mouth, mixed with the distinct orange flesh and the refreshing crispness, adding a refreshing and comfortable feeling to the quiet afternoon.

"It tastes so good! Not too sweet at all!" Murong Xue's eyes sparkled. She couldn't help but take another deep sip. After chewing it slowly, she said, "I like it so much!"

"Where's mine? Where's mine? Where's mine??" Gu Zongnan took action upon hearing the news.

"New product, special edition." Song Pingqing rolled his eyes at him, "There's not enough ingredients, only enough to make one cup."

Who do you think you are to dare to grab the special edition?

"Ah?!" Gu Zongnan's lost expression was as if the sky was falling.

Murong Xue rarely used a straw to sip the drink, making a loud slurping sound.

Gu Zongnian stared at Murong Xue: "If I wasn't afraid that my elder brother would beat me, this cup would be mine."

Subtext: If Song Pingqing wasn't here, I would definitely try to snatch it from you.

Murong Xue's eyebrows curved, and she carefully placed the drink cup on the table: "It's delicious, I want to drink it again tomorrow."

"You should drink something this sweet a few days later." Seeing Murong Xue's obviously unhappy expression, Song Pingqing added, "The new ingredients I bought will arrive the day after tomorrow. It will taste better if you add some osmanthus jelly. You can look forward to it."

Murong Xue was happy again.

Gu Zongnian, Shen Ci, and Wu Qiming: "Brother, can't you care about our lives?"