Chapter 61

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

Creating accounts, registering the Douyin 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 the employees arrive, these things must be prepared.

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

Gao Mengting had suggested buying second-hand, but Tang Song rejected it directly.

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

They would place the order in two days and use the remittance identification code to pay from the corporate account.

6:00 PM.

Tang Song leaned against the cloud sofa in the corner, admiring Gao Mengting’s profile as she worked diligently.

"Time to get off work, right?"

"Wait ten 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 to help design it. Do you have any requirements for the Songmei Apparel logo?"

"Requirements..." Tang Song rubbed his chin and said: "As long as it looks simple and aesthetically pleasing. Should we find a professional design firm to do it?"

Gao Mengting spun her ergonomic chair and looked at him with a smile: "My junior is very talented in art and design. She has helped me design logos and packaging before; she’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 aren't satisfied, we can change it."

"Alright, Ms. Gao, I’ll listen to you." Tang Song waved at her.

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

A while later.

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

Ever since she graduated and started her own business, she had always done everything herself. She had never really experienced the feeling of leaving work right on time; it was quite novel.

After tidying up their things, 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 something important!"

"What important 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: "Let’s take a group photo to commemorate the founding of our company."

"We should indeed leave a memento." 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 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 scent.

Wearing high heels, her head was just at the level of 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, we’ll look back at this photo. This is 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 firm, and production factory."

"Our branches will be all over Huaxia, 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 spoke of 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 before her, she was incredibly hungry for success.

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

"That moment won’t be too far away."

If Gao Mengting was still just imagining, he was truly looking forward to the arrival of that moment.

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

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 come up for dinner? I often cook for myself, and my skills aren't bad."

"Then I’ll impose on you." Tang Song agreed directly.

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

Tang Song turned off the car and unfastened his seatbelt.

He turned his head and smiled: "There is a line in a book I’m reading: You never really understand a person until you put on his shoes and walk around in them. I hope to understand my partner better, so I want to put on her shoes."

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

"I also like that book very much. It just so happens we can exchange our thoughts on it tonight."

Under the dim light, Gao Mengting’s face suddenly flushed.

She gave a soft "Mm" and pushed open the car door to step out.

They took the elevator to the 12th floor.

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

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

There were many shoes on the shoe cabinet in the entryway, in all sorts of styles and colors.

There were two pairs of slippers, but both were for women, and the size was very small.

"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 was not small.

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

In the corner near the south-facing balcony, 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 off a menu today; I’ll just see what I can do."

"Do you need help?" Tang Song took the cola 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 quickly!"

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

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

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

Among them, he also found *How to Win Friends and Influence People*, which he was going to read next.

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

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

"Sizzle—" Wet vegetables made intimate contact with hot oil.

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

A faint aroma of cooking gradually drifted over.

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

Through the kitchen door, he could see the curvaceous back of his partner and friend, as well as 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 enjoyed the scene.