The fortune teller's daughter has married, and all the wealthy families in the city are spoilin

Xiao Li, the receptionist, lunged at the boss, then darted behind him in a flash.

panting.

He was still holding the takeout food tightly in his hand.

"Didn't it stop flashing just now? Why is it starting again? Or did I break the red line? Help, boss!" Xiaoli grabbed the boss's sleeve, trembling.

As soon as she finished speaking, the male employees who had been shouting the loudest realized they had misunderstood Song Qingge and were so embarrassed they wanted to disappear into the ground.

The female colleagues suddenly relaxed their shrugs: "I knew it! This rich lady wouldn't do anything to harm us."

Song Qingge stared at several male employees.

A cold voice: "Now can I leave?"

They dared not say more and quickly made a "please" gesture.

They wished they could carry the wealthy female investor over in a sedan chair carried by eight men.

Having offended their investors and boss, they're finished...

A group of people, one foot on the other's heel, crowded like the Line 3 subway during rush hour, slowly made their way to the front desk.

Sure enough, the red rope buried in the gap between the floor tiles at the front desk was kicked out and broken.

Xiaoli blushed with embarrassment and said apologetically, "I was so hungry that I tripped and fell in my haste, and I accidentally pulled the thread out, hehe, I'm sorry."

She carefully placed the takeout order on the front desk.

"Should I go buy a new red string?"

After all, it was she who caused the flickering lights and tinnitus.

Song Qingge shook her head: "No need, no need, everyone step back."

In the blink of an eye, a yellow talisman appeared at her fingertips, flew out with a "whoosh," and hovered above the broken red rope.

The employees were dumbfounded.

Watching the yellow talisman rapidly melt into the broken part of the red rope and disappear in an instant.

The red string has been restored!

The broken section was reconnected, and there was no trace of the break at all.

Someone rubbed their eyes and exclaimed, "Wow! That's awesome!"

"That's amazing!"

"As expected of that fortune teller!"

The male employees who had tried to stop them earlier were even more ashamed, and they lowered their heads, not daring to utter a sound.

As the red rope was reconnected, the lights returned to a stable state, and the noise that had been filling the air abruptly stopped.

The world is peaceful now.

Song Qingge withdrew her two fingers, repositioned the red rope, and activated the formation again.

This time, nothing unexpected happened.

Sang Shunian couldn't help but ask curiously, "What was that thing just now? It was so amazing!"

The employees pricked up their ears.

Song Qingge explained calmly, "There is a kind of talisman called the Time Reversal Talisman. As the name suggests, it reverses time, restoring the red rope to its state before it was broken, so it will naturally be intact."

Aside from requiring a significant amount of spiritual energy to activate it, this talisman has no other side effects.

However, the time that can be reversed is limited, at most 3 hours.

Only things, events, and other objective facts flow backward, not time.

Simply put, it means to pretend that what just happened never happened and start over.

Exclamations of "Wow!" filled the air, and the employees' doubts were completely dispelled. How could they dare not believe that Song Qingge had extraordinary abilities?

They all turned into worship!

After this incident, Song Qingge rose to become the most reliable "boss" in the eyes of the employees and truly integrated into the company.

Sang Shunian's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down as the lights became steady.

He cautiously inquired about the price, but even though they were in a cooperative relationship, they kept things separate.

He knew that such mystical arts required payment, and that complex formations were very expensive.

He had just invested all his money into the production line, and didn't have much disposable income.

Song Qingge thought for a moment: "Three thousand."

"So cheap!" Sang Shunian exhaled heavily.

Fortunately, it was within his acceptable range.

After receiving the 3,000 yuan transfer, Song Qingge, as an investor, offered the following advice: "The emergence of the 'overtime vengeful spirit' stems from employees' dissatisfaction with the overtime system and salaries. I think you, as a manager, have overlooked something."

She handed Sang Shunian a recording talisman.

"Inside is what the employees thought about overtime and salary systems in the meeting room just now. As an excellent manager, you should be able to recognize the shortcomings and correct them in time."

After all, the company belongs to them, and once the project officially starts, she plans to change the company name.

She had already mentioned this to Sang Shunian.

It will be called "Changfeng Charity Company".

It implies that the action will have a long-term impact.

It is hoped that their charitable projects and donations will have a long-term and positive impact on more impoverished people.

Sang Shunian took note of it and then asked for their opinions: "What do you think should be done with those male employees just now?"

His idea was to fire him.

In the workplace, the worst thing you can do is blindly insist on your own opinions. That's exactly what they did just now, and it almost caused a blunder.

Song Qingge said calmly, "Handle it according to the rules and regulations, and do what needs to be done." Bringing personal emotions to work is not a wise choice.

Similarly, she would not abuse the power to dismiss others at will.

Ultimately, Sang Shunian gave several male employees warnings and deducted part of their wages.

After finishing her work at the company and returning to the Jiang family home, it was already midnight. Song Qingge quickly washed up and went to sleep. For the next few days, Song Qingge did nothing but sleep and eat, resting her spiritual energy.

All sorts of tonics were presented to her again, but this time they were all made into small cakes.

When Uncle Li placed the freshly invented strawberry cake with donkey-hide gelatin in front of her, which the chef had painstakingly created, she looked at its neither dark nor red appearance and fell silent.

"Uncle Li, is this... the chef's normal level?"

Uncle Li's lips twitched, he hesitated, then politely said, "Uh... the worse the appearance, the better it tastes, just like how things that smell bad taste good."

"Really?" Song Qingge picked up the fork with suspicion.

Take a bite.

Put it in your mouth.

Chew, chew, chew.

Ok……

It was as if a stone and an egg were fighting in her mouth, sometimes hurting her teeth and sometimes getting stuck between them.

Seeing the young mistress's expression, Uncle Li couldn't help but turn his head away and chuckle.

Oh dear, the young master's apology gift failed again.

In the end, Song Qingge finished all nine other cakes, leaving only the donkey-hide gelatin cake to enjoy.

……

In the kitchen, the cold-faced man stared at the black and red cake that had only been eaten twice and then brought back intact, lost in thought.

"Did I cook it badly?"

Li Shufa: "Absolutely not!"

"Then how come she has all the other discs, but only mine?"

Uncle Li said sincerely, "The eldest young mistress must have guessed that it was a gift from you to apologize. The fact that she couldn't bear to eat it means that she accepted your apology and forgave you."

The man's hawk-like eyes suddenly lit up: "Is that so?"

"Yes!" Uncle Li nodded affirmatively.

Jiang Zhou took off his apron with the back of his hand and muttered with satisfaction, "That's more like it."

Song Qingge, who was burping in the room, suddenly sneezed loudly, "Achoo!"

She was so full and uncomfortable that the gas-relieving talisman could only release gas, not help with digestion.

It seems we still need to research a digestive aid talisman.

She could only reluctantly leave her warm, soft bed and go downstairs to the garden for a stroll to digest her food.

They happened to run into Jiang Zhou, who was returning from the kitchen to the main hall of the villa.

She waved enthusiastically: "Good morning, my sponsor! Oh no, I mean, Zhong'an!"

The sun's already high in the sky, and unfortunately, that's what she just ate for brunch, hehe.

Jiang Zhou nodded coldly, avoided the girl's gaze, and went straight into the house.

"Wait a minute," Song Qingge called out to him.

Without thinking, she took a step forward and naturally reached out to gently wipe the white powder off the man's cheek.

He rubbed the powder between his fingertips: "Why is there flour on your face?"

He lifted his eyes.

Suddenly, it collided with the man's stunned, widened black pupils.

Her fingers froze, and she realized what she had done!