"Hey, Song Qingge, your company is also in Shenghai International Center."
Fang Wei sneered: "But it's really funny. When someone else's company opens, all the top celebrities in Hangzhou come to support it. When your company opens, not many people will go, right?"
Song Qingman smiled and said: "Fang Wei, what you said is wrong. Song Qingge has been running a noodle shop for a few years, and those diners who eat small noodles may also send a few flower baskets. Yes.
Wrong? Hahahaha..."
At this time, Wang Li next to her said: "How about this? Tomorrow we form a group to support Qing Ge, so there won't be anyone there, which would be so embarrassing. What do you think?"
Song Qingman and Fang Wei were the first to respond.
"I agree."
"I agree. Tomorrow, I will give you a big red envelope worth two thousand yuan, and I will treat it as my investment in Qingge's company, haha."
"Okay, then we agreed, we will go together then. No one is allowed to be absent, do you hear me?"
"ok!"
Many people present expressed their agreement.
"You're almost done, can we change the topic?" Gao Lu said to the crowd when he saw Song Qingge lowering his head and looking aggrieved and about to cry.
"Yeah, why do you guys keep talking around Qing Ge? Why don't you talk about other things?" A male classmate couldn't stand it anymore.
"Hey, Zhang Cheng, are you feeling sorry for Song Qingge?" Song Qingman smiled meaningfully: "Who doesn't know here that you had a crush on Qingge when you were in middle school. After all these years, do you still like her?
"
Zhang Cheng blushed.
He did like Song Qingge in middle school, but now, he has long since married and had children.
"No, don't talk nonsense."
Fang Wei on the side smiled: "Since Qingge doesn't like to be discussed by us, why not let's talk about her husband."
"Qingge, would you like to introduce to everyone your excellent husband?"
Song Qingge lowered his head and took a sip of water: "My husband is very ordinary. He is not as outstanding as your other half. There is nothing to say."
But Fang Wei said reluctantly: "Qingge, what's your attitude? It's not like you are better than anyone else today. We just want to know about your husband's situation."
"Why, you won't even give this little face to everyone?"
Song Qingge was silent for a moment and said calmly: "He has been a soldier for six years and has just retired."
After hearing her words, the women at the scene started talking.
"Just a retired soldier..."
"No wonder it looks so old-fashioned..."
"Yes, he has no energy at all, and he is far different from Qing Man and Fang Wei."
Song Qingman on the side added: "As far as I know, Song Qingge's husband has not found a job yet. If any of you have connections, please introduce her to her husband."
Everyone looked at Song Qingge and laughed sarcastically.
Gao Lu glanced at Song Qingman and said, "Song Qingman, that's it. Is it necessary to make everyone unhappy?"
Song Qingman rolled her eyes at her: "Gao Lu, what do you mean by this? I mean well, but it's my fault for asking everyone to introduce a job to her husband?"
Gao Lu was so angry that her chest heaved, but she was helpless.
At this time, Song Qingman's boyfriend spoke.
"Ms. Song, if your husband needs to find a job, maybe I can help."
"Our Jingteng Hangcheng branch is recruiting security guards. Food and accommodation are included, which is 4,000 a month."
As soon as these words came out, several women giggled even more unabashedly.
