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

Lin, a friend introduced by Jiang's father, had heard about it at a salon some time ago.

She had met so many people during that period that she couldn't remember who he was even after hearing his name from Mr. Jiang. Only after meeting him in person did she realize that she had indeed met him before.

"Young Master Jiang, Miss Lin, it's been a long time." In the dim sum restaurant, Yang Libo looked at Jiang Zong and Lin Ting with a smile, showing no trace of the miserable defeat he suffered in Shanghai.

His skin was rough and dark, the color of which had been exposed to the sea breeze for many years, making him look somewhat old.

Lin responded with a smile: "Hello, Mr. Yang. It's been a long time. I'm sorry to bother you."

"How could I?" Yang Libo waved his hand. "You're here to give me business, how could I possibly find it a bother?"

Yang Libo clearly preferred to discuss business directly, and after a greeting, he steered the conversation to the main topic.

Lin Ting liked this too. She took out the order form she had written earlier and handed it to him: "Mr. Yang, could you please take a look? Can you get these machines?"

Yang Libo took it, glanced at it, and said, "It's easy. These machines require fewer people and are much easier to get than game consoles."

"Game consoles?" Lin Ting suddenly became interested and asked casually, "Does Mr. Yang have any channels for this?"

“Of course,” Yang Libo shrugged. “That’s a hot commodity, but since you’re one of us, I might as well tell you—there’s no need to buy the original, it’s the same.”

He put it mildly, but it was easy to understand.

Lin Ting smiled and said, "I'll definitely come to you if I want to buy something in the future."

Modern arcades are actually more profitable than internet cafes in later years, and they have at least a five- or six-year lifespan. If you have enough manpower, opening a few arcades is a great option.

However, what Lin Ting lacks most right now is manpower. A place like an arcade not only needs connections with the upper echelons, but also needs to maintain good relationships with thugs and hooligans; otherwise, the business simply cannot get off the ground.

So Lin Ting only considered it briefly before giving up.

She steered the conversation back on track, asking, "So, approximately how long will it take for the machines I requested to arrive?"

"One month." Yang Libo held up five fingers to Lin Ting. "Five hundred thousand."

This price was within Lin Ting's acceptable range. After all, what she needed was not just one or two machines, but enough machinery and equipment to support a medium-sized garment factory.

Yang Libo probably didn't make much money either; he was just trying to repay Jiang's father's favor by selling the goods.

Lin Ting hesitated for a moment and said, "You have to send it to Shenyang. To be honest, my factory is newly built and I'm really short-handed right now."

Yang Libo thought for a moment and nodded: "Then it will take another week."

"Okay," Lin Ting nodded. "How do I pay the deposit?"

Although Yang Libo was a sailor, he had his own set of rules. He smiled, took out a piece of paper, quickly wrote down a contract, and handed it to Lin Ting: "Take a look."

The contract is concise and clearly states the time and delivery location. A 10% deposit is required, with the balance due upon inspection of the goods.

Lin Ting analyzed the text word by word for a while, then smiled and nodded, "President Yang is straightforward." With that, she reached for Yang Libo's pen and signed her name.

She didn't trust Yang Libo that much; she mainly trusted Jiang's father.

It's not like her own master would use an unreliable person to trick her.

Yang Libo was indeed the most meticulous person among the sailors in this area.

If he agrees, he will definitely get it done.

When he was young, he was just the son of a fisherman. His family owned a boat, and he was strong, so his family lived a relatively good life. However, that was only in comparison to their neighbors. When his father was sick, he still couldn't afford to go to the hospital, and he couldn't find a wife.

One day, an older man gave him 100 yuan and asked him to help carry goods in the middle of the night. He thought it would be an easy job, so he sneaked out of his house in the middle of the night and went with him.

The first time, without any surprises, I just carried the things and followed the people.

He felt the money came so easily, and told his older brother with a big smile that he was strong and that he would definitely take him along for any work like this in the future.

Later, after doing it many times, he gradually understood what kind of work it was.

Once, his rivals came to rob him of his goods and even tried to kill his elder brother. He carried his brother on his back and ran away, managing to escape.

After that, his older brother treated him like one of his own.

Later, the eldest brother gradually stepped down from the front line, while he had his own boat and his own underlings. Slowly, he had so much money that his boat couldn't hold it all. He, who had once been unable to find a wife because of poverty, now had countless girls flocking to him, all of whom were beautiful women who would never have given him a second glance before...

Yang Libo's trip to Shanghai was unexpected.

His elder brother, who had retired from the business, went to the Shanghai Stock Exchange. Three days later, he told him that the stock market was great, that it was a more lucrative place to make money than sailing, and that there was little danger involved.

He always believed his elder brother's words without question, and went to Shanghai carrying a sack of money.

"Has Mr. Yang sold all his stocks?"

After finishing their business, it wasn't appropriate to leave immediately, so Lin Ting took a sip of tea and casually asked...

Yang Libo said nonchalantly, "If it's hit rock bottom, just leave it there."

This is how rich people play the game. If the price drops, so be it. They'll just leave it there. If it doesn't work out in a year, they'll work out in two. Anyway, they're not in a hurry to use that money.

Lin Ting chuckled and nodded: "Sure, I heard that Shenzhen is also going to sell subscription certificates. Mr. Yang, are you interested in this?"

“This time it’s different from the Shanghai Stock Exchange; there are purchase restrictions.” Yang Libo isn’t very interested in the stock market right now.

This is easy to understand; anyone who has just experienced the Shanghai Stock Exchange crash would not want to buy stocks again.

They'd be more interested in blowing up the stock exchange.

Lin Ting casually said, "Then just collect a few sacks of ID cards to buy them. With Mr. Yang's influence in Shenzhen, it won't be difficult to do this."

Yang Libo was about to retort when he suddenly noticed Jiang Zong sitting expressionlessly to the side.

His heart immediately perked up.

He frequents salons, so how could he not know that the Shanghai Stock Exchange's little stock market guru predicted a major stock market crash half a month ago?

Not to mention the astonishing feat of the Chiang family being the only ones to escape unscathed...

He immediately started overthinking uncontrollably.

Jiang Zong was present, and Lin heard about the subscription certificate.

Does this mean that the subscription certificates in Shenzhen will also make a fortune?

His eyes darted around, and he smiled and nodded at the two young men, whose combined age was less than his: "I understand, thank you! I will remember this kindness... Miss Lin, if you need any goods next time, just tell me, and I won't make a penny off you."

Lin Ting smiled and shook his head: "Mr. Yang, you're too kind. I was just saying it casually. We should still be careful in the stock market."

Yang Libo's eyes immediately lit up even more.

Be careful with the stock market... This is telling him to only trade warrants and not touch the secondary market!

He felt that he had been reminded of something again, and he was overjoyed.

"Thank you, thank you..."

Yang Libo thanked him repeatedly. Although he did not immediately tell Lin that he did not want the payment for the goods, he kept it in mind.

If what she said really came true, he'd have plenty of opportunities to pay her back later—stocks are easy to buy, but stock market gurus are rare! He'd finally found one, so how could he let it go!

Lin Ting shivered involuntarily as she looked into his overly intense gaze.

Isn't she just trying to make up for the favor she owed the Jiang family?

What was he thinking about?

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I've seen some comments suggesting attributing the female lead's achievements to the male lead, so let me clarify:

1. Tingting herself didn't want to be in the limelight; otherwise, wouldn't it have been better for her to directly analyze the pros and cons with Mr. Jiang? Given the level of trust Mr. Jiang placed in Tingting, it wouldn't have been difficult for her to persuade him. The reason this seemingly ideal arrangement wasn't implemented is:

First, her understanding of the stock market is superficial; she knows the general trend but isn't entirely sure about the timing, so she doesn't participate herself, let alone become a stock market guru and give advice to others (she only remembered the subscription certificate when listening to the radio; if she were a stock market guru, she would have thought of it immediately after seeing the calendar after transmigrating into the book).

Secondly, there's the issue of safety. If a stock market guru suddenly appears with exceptional skills and unparalleled strategies, many people will want to use her as a tool to make money. In an era of upstarts, excessive fame is not a good thing for someone like Tingting, who is still quite vulnerable.

2. Jiang Zong himself had already seen that there were problems with the stock market.

Ming wrote down Salon's reminder; he was just too lazy to explain it clearly, and Jiang's father didn't ask him to explain.

The allusion is to the sweet fermented rice balls outside the stock exchange. Jiang Zong and Tingting were "separately" buying sweet fermented rice balls for each other. The two weren't together at the time. Given Jiang Zong's personality, how could he not be with his good friend when he didn't have important business to attend to? What could he have been doing there instead of accompanying Tingting? Jiang Zong was checking the stock prices.

I've only briefly mentioned it, but what many people might have overlooked is that Jiang Zong, before he listened to advice, eventually became a powerful figure in his own right. He was just socially awkward, not stupid.

3. This part of the plot doesn't actually involve the attribution of credit or anything like that. I didn't even think about it when I was writing it. I won't go into my thoughts yet, or I'll spoil it.

What I want to write is the story of a group of people under the torrent of the times, including young people who strive and help each other, heroes and outlaws who rise to power, and the tears of the times.

Some people think that listening to the words "Saint Mother Su Yu Saint Mother Ying Zi Saint Mother" is appropriate. In the context of the overuse of the word "Saint Mother", please do not forget its true meaning: those who "have no principles or bottom line" of tolerance and forgiveness towards others, who have a universal love for "any" people and things, and who do not care about objective facts (explanation quoted from Baidu Encyclopedia).

Life needs some warmth, and so do novels.

(Too much rambling, and I couldn't even fit it into the word limit, how ridiculous!)

(Since I've already said it, let me also wish everyone a Happy New Year in advance~ Sending love~)