Chapter 62

After finishing lunch, the two returned to the office and officially began to work.

Creating accounts, registering the TikTok shop, and submitting for review.

Discussing the decoration and planning of the livestream room.

Selecting office equipment and supplies: computers and accessories, printers, water dispensers, refrigerators, microwaves, livestreaming equipment, consumables...

Before employees join, these things must be prepared.

Since the company is small and the initial number of employees is low, the total cost was 90,000 yuan.

Gao Mengting did suggest buying second-hand, but Tang Song rejected it directly.

Because the corporate account can only make external payments after 3 days, they just picked out the items online first.

They would place the order in two days and use the remittance identification code for the corporate payment.

6:00 PM.

Tang Song leaned on the cloud sofa in the corner, admiring Gao Mengting's side profile as she worked seriously.

"Time to get off work, right?"

"Wait 10 more minutes for me." Gao Mengting continued, "The company's front desk LOGO wall is very important; it can intuitively represent the company's brand image. I just contacted a junior schoolmate and asked her to help design it. Do you have any requirements for the Songmei Apparel LOGO?"

"Requirements, huh..." Tang Song rubbed his chin and said, "Just make it look simple and aesthetically pleasing. How about we find a professional design company to do it?"

Gao Mengting spun her ergonomic chair and looked at him with a smile, "This junior of mine is very talented in art design. She has helped me design LOGOs and packaging before; it's full of inspiration and no worse than professional designers outside. The key is that she's more attentive. Let's try it first; if you're not satisfied, we'll change it."

"Alright, President Gao, I'll listen to you." Tang Song waved his hand at her.

Gao Mengting's lips curled upward, and her high heels tilted slightly.

Another while passed.

Gao Mengting closed her computer, stood up, and said with some excitement, "Let's go, off work!"

Since graduating, she had been starting businesses and opening shops, always doing everything herself. She had never really experienced the feeling of leaving work right on time, so it felt a bit novel.

After tidying up their things simply, the two walked toward the door.

When they reached the front desk area, Gao Mengting suddenly stopped and said, "Wait for me, I almost forgot the main thing!"

"What main thing?" Tang Song asked curiously.

Gao Mengting took out her phone, first took a few photos of the office area, and then beckoned to Tang Song.

She smiled and said, "Let's take a group photo to commemorate the founding of our company."

"It really should be commemorated." Tang Song nodded and stood to Gao Mengting's left.

Behind them was the company's front desk; although it was empty, it was very stylish and grand.

Gao Mengting held up her phone in front of the two of them.

Looking at the frame on the screen, she hesitated for a moment, then reached out her left hand to wrap around Tang Song's right arm, tilting her head slightly to the left.

Tang Song's body stiffened for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal.

A warm touch, a faint body scent.

Wearing high heels, her head reached just to his nose bridge.

"Cheese!"

"Click—"

The two's first group photo was born.

Gao Mengting let go of his arm, walked forward a few steps, and turned back to face him.

Her smile was like a flower.

"Tang Song, years from now, when Songmei Apparel successfully goes public and we ring the big bell at the exchange, looking back at this photo, this will be where our dreams began."

"At that time, we won't just be a small livestreaming company; we will have our own office building, our own clothing brand, design company, and production factory."

"Our branches will be all over China, and we will be the leading national fashion clothing brand in the market."

"We will also launch our own luxury brand, find the biggest stars to endorse it, and sponsor various variety shows and concerts..."

She just kept talking about her beautiful vision for the future, her voice soft yet firm.

She never lacked the courage and conviction to climb upward, and now that the opportunity was right in front of her, she was incredibly hungry for success.

Tang Song took a deep breath, also infected by her words.

"This moment won't be too far away."

If Gao Mengting was still just envisioning it, he was truly looking forward to the arrival of this moment.

With the system at his side, massive assets waiting to be inherited, and carefully cultivated elite talent.

A man's three major life goals (Business, Money, Women) would all be realized one by one.

Gao Mengting lived in the Zhuxi residential area in the Qiaoxi District, very close to the Mingjun Auto Repair Shop.

He parked the car downstairs.

Gao Mengting asked, "Do you want to go up for dinner? I often cook for myself, and my skills are not bad."

"Then I'll intrude." Tang Song agreed directly.

"Haha, I thought you would be polite for a moment."

Tang Song turned off the engine and unfastened his seatbelt.

He turned his head and smiled, "There's a line in a book I'm reading: you can never truly understand someone unless you put on their shoes and walk a mile with them. I hope to understand my partner better, so I want to put on her shoes."

Gao Mengting smiled and said, "Maycomb is quite old. In my earliest memories, it was a tired, old town. In college, I really liked Harper Lee's 'To Kill a Mockingbird'; I've read it 3 times."

"I also really like this book. As it happens, let's exchange our thoughts on it tonight."

Under the dim light, Gao Mengting's face suddenly turned a bit red.

She gave a soft "Mm," pushed open the car door, and stepped out.

They took the elevator to the 12th floor.

"Pop!" Tang Song clapped his hands to turn on the voice-activated light.

Gao Mengting fumbled a bit to take out her keys from her tote bag, opened the door, and turned on the living room lights.

There were quite a few shoes on the shoe rack in the entryway, in various styles and colors.

There were also two pairs of slippers, but they were both women's and very small in size.

"No need to change shoes, just come in." Gao Mengting's expression was a bit unnatural.

"Alright." Tang Song smiled and walked straight in.

The apartment was a two-bedroom, one-living-room layout, and the living room area was not small.

The decoration was very simple: white walls, white floor tiles, and the furniture was all IKEA-style.

In the corner of the balcony facing south, there was a uniquely shaped solid wood bookcase filled with books.

Gao Mengting hung her bag on the coat rack and turned back to ask, "What would you like to drink? Hot water, cola, mango juice, sparkling water?"

"Cola is fine."

Gao Mengting took a 300ML red can of cola from the refrigerator and handed it over.

"There isn't much food in the house, so I'm sorry, you can't order from a menu today; I'll just see what I can make."

"Do you need help?" Tang Song took the cola, opened it, and took a sip.

"No need, I can do it myself. You rest on the sofa for a while. By the way, there are some steamed buns my mom mailed over, pork and radish filling, slightly spicy. Do you want to try them?"

"I really like pork and radish buns; I'm in for a treat today."

"Okay, then I won't steam rice. I'll stir-fry two vegetable dishes to go with the meat buns; it'll be done very quickly!"

As she spoke, Gao Mengting put on an apron and began to busy herself in the kitchen.

Tang Song walked over to the bookshelf and pulled out a few books at random to look at; they all had clear signs of being read.

It was clear that Gao Mengting really loved reading and had kept up this habit for a long time.

Among them, he also found the book he was going to read next, "How to Win Friends and Influence People."

Sitting on the gray fabric sofa, Tang Song held the book and began to read.

"Buzz buzz buzz—" The range hood started up.

"Sizzle—" The wet vegetables made intimate contact with the hot oil.

"Clack clack clack—" The spatula and the iron wok rubbed and collided.

A faint aroma of food gradually drifted over.

Tang Song's nose twitched; he smelled the scent of "stir-fried tomato and egg."

Through the kitchen door, he could see his partner friend's curvy back and her beautiful legs wrapped in silk stockings.

The red apron tightened around her slender waist, forming a graceful curve with her perky hips.

Tang Song gently closed the book and quietly admired the scene.