Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

When Zhong Jiaqing said she wanted to have a meal with "the family," Lin Ting immediately understood why she was being so humble.

Lin Ting didn't want to get involved in her master's emotional issues, so while Zhong Jiaqing was busy instructing the nanny on how to cook, she ran off with Jiang Zong.

Two days ago, Zhong Jiaqing hadn't realized it yet, because Lin Ting and Jiang Zong were never home, and she didn't really consider them family, so naturally she couldn't immediately notice their absence.

When she realized it, her mind was filled with questions.

Run, ran away?

……

In 92, Deng Xiaoping's arrival in Shenzhen drew the nation's attention to the south, and countless dreams set sail that summer. Reality and fantasy intertwined in this city, and heroes and ordinary people alike competed to make their appearance in this turbulent era.

"This is called cutting off the fuel supply... It's impossible for me to be a gun, it's never going to happen in my life."

At Shenzhen Airport, Lin Ting, hands in her pockets, had just finished muttering something smugly when she suddenly realized something was off. She immediately composed herself, muttered "Don't pretend," and then asked Jiang Zong, "What do you want to eat?"

They didn't bring any luggage when they came, so they don't have to worry about being burdened now. They can go wherever they want... They just need to figure out what to wear tomorrow.

Jiang Zong took out a small notebook from his pocket, flipped through a few pages, and handed it to Lin Ting.

Lin Ting took the notebook with suspicion, glanced at it, and then fell into a long period of confusion.

Who would fill four pages with a restaurant's name and signature dishes?!

Lin Ting calculated the time and then said seriously, "Time is tight and the task is heavy. Let's hurry up and take a taxi. If we are even a step slower, we won't be able to finish eating at all these restaurants."

Jiang Zong said, "If we can't finish it, we'll come again next time."

"Hmm...that's true." Lin Ting replied casually, looking around to see where to catch the bus.

Jiang Zong was more concerned about something else: "Where do you want to go for fun?"

He had asked Lin Ting this question many times, but she never seemed to have thought it through, and her answer was always "whatever".

He felt that it wasn't important that he hadn't thought it through yet; he could ask again later.

If she still hasn't decided, then he'll take her to all the places listed on the last few pages of his notebook.

Lin Ting thought seriously for three seconds, then shook her head again: "I don't know, let's just wander around."

Her decision to come to Shenzhen was sudden. She had considered coming here to take a look before, but it was just a fleeting thought, and she hadn't done any detailed research.

So, I'll just wander around and take a look.

As long as she doesn't have to go hiking to watch the sunrise, she'll do anything.

She wasn't afraid of climbing mountains, but mainly afraid of getting up early.

Jiang Zong, who had once again received a casual "whatever" answer, was not disappointed at all. He nodded slightly, turned a few pages in his notebook, and asked, "Do you want to go hiking? Uncle Nie said Phoenix Mountain..."

Lin Ting: "...?"

"Brother, do you have some kind of obsession with climbing mountains? Do you believe I'll let you carry me up the mountain?"

Jiang Zong's ears turned slightly red.

He paused for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."

Lin Ting rejected his "not rejecting" and shook her head: "No, I'd rather go to the arcade to play games."

rather?

That seems to be a choice as well.

Jiang Zong said, "That's also acceptable."

"..."

Shenzhen in 92 was no longer the small fishing village it once was. Due to the massive impact of the state-owned enterprise layoffs and the constant stream of news about overnight riches, countless people came to Shenzhen to work or start businesses.

In the Shenzhen Tower, a dozen or so companies can be crammed into one office, with a desk costing 600 yuan a month representing one company. There are even cases where two companies "share a desk," with the domestic sales company using the morning desk and the foreign trade company using the afternoon desk. If their schedules clash, it doesn't matter; a line is drawn in the middle, and each company uses its own desk.

Hotels of all sizes on the streets and alleys were packed with people. In the sweltering heat, everyone felt that they would be the next to transform into a dragon.

The methods employed by these aspiring dragons are quite unconventional.

Someone brought 5000 people from other cities under the guise of tourism to queue up and buy stock subscription lottery forms;

Some people sell Hong Kong goods as European and American goods to locals, and then sell local goods as Hong Kong goods to northerners, making more than ten times the profit in one trip.

There are even cases of people illegally setting up toll booths on national highways, and impersonating foreign investors to defraud others of investment...

At that time, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that every step in Shenzhen was fraught with danger.

In the dessert shop, Lin Ting ate watermelon shaved ice while listening to the young man next to her ramble on for ten minutes about how good their factory's sockets were.

Seeing that he was getting tired and seemed to be taking his leave, Lin quickly said, "Brother, I didn't quite understand."

"Hey pretty girl, what part didn't you understand? Let me explain it to you again." The young man perked up again, his eyes shining.

Lin Ting: "The first sentence."

"...?"

"You say you're the factory manager's brother-in-law, so I'd like to ask, did your family produce a whole football team? I walked from the street into the store and met twelve brothers-in-law of the factory manager, and you... you even have substitute players."

Lin Ting could easily tell he was a liar.

You absolutely cannot buy anything from this kind of person. They either take your deposit and run away, or they use counterfeit or substandard products to get by.

Their counterfeit and shoddy products are not counterfeit and shoddy in the broad sense; they are things that break easily with a tap, break easily with a touch, and might explode on the spot even if left untouched.

The swindler in front of me is no ordinary person either.

He paused for a moment, then suddenly jumped up, slammed his fist on the table in a rage, snatched the half-eaten watermelon shaved ice from Lin Ting, and stormed out, yelling, "That bastard has more than one woman than my sister! I'm going to beat him to death!"

Boss Lin, who was always the one ripping off others, was dumbfounded.

Did she just have half a bowl of watermelon ice stolen from her?

She looked at Jiang Zong blankly, her eyes filled with grievance: "I haven't eaten enough yet."

Jiang Zong suddenly laughed.

It was a smile that Lin Ting had never seen before, revealing eight teeth.

Lin Ting's aggrieved expression instantly turned into horror: "...!"

What a weird joke!

Is his XP working properly?

Jiang Zong stood up and bought Lin Ting a bowl of watermelon ice, placing it in front of her.

He didn't forget to comfort her, saying, "He took it, but he doesn't want it anymore."

He actually had the ability to snatch the half bowl of watermelon ice back, but the person's clothes were too dirty, and he was worried that dust might fall into the bowl and cause Lin Ting to get an upset stomach if she ate it.

Lin Ting was still unable to extricate herself from Jiang Zong's toothy smile.

Regardless of the humor, the young master's looks... his smile is truly handsome.

But he stopped laughing.

Lin Ting was disappointed for a moment, then looked at the other person beside her: "Brother, why don't you steal half a bowl of watermelon ice from me too? I promise I won't call the police."

The man paused for a moment, then sincerely reminded her, "Miss, even if you call the police, no one will listen to you, right?"

Lin Ting: "...?"

"Even half a bowl of watermelon ice is public property! If it's stolen, it's stolen! We shouldn't do evil just because it's insignificant! And we can't ignore it!"

After hearing Lin Tingyi's righteous and stern words, the man nodded: "Since you've said that, then I can't possibly take it from you."

"..."