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

The cheap plastic bag contained an equally cheap sailor shirt.

Jiang Zong was carrying a bag, his lips moving, and he finally managed to open his mouth, but then a customer came in to pick out clothes.

Lin Ting smiled at him and casually said politely, "I'll treat you to a meal next time."

Then she turned around to greet the guests.

Jiang Zong swallowed back the "thank you" he hadn't said aloud.

He watched Lin Ting's busy figure, and out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed that the uncle was staring at him with incredibly intense eyes.

Jiang Zong: "...!"

He immediately took two steps back, turned around, and slipped away.

As soon as he reached the roadside, a Crown sedan pulled up in front of him.

Jiang Zong immediately opened the car door and locked himself in the small, enclosed space.

The middle-aged man clicked his tongue and said, "A big crown..."

Lin Ting had just received the money when he overheard this question and casually asked, "What crown?"

"Girl, was that young man your boyfriend?" The uncle's burning gaze shifted to Lin Ting.

Lin Ting: "...?"

Are all people in this world experts in this field?

Why do people all like talking about love-related topics so much?

Even asking her about her winter break homework...

Forget it, I'll just ask my partner.

……

Half an hour later, Zheng Miaoying returned.

She ran back carrying several IV bottles, then stuffed two into Lin Ting's arms, grinning and saying, "I asked the nurse for these, you can warm your hands."

"Thank you." Lin Ting hugged the warm thermos, feeling that even the northwest wind wasn't so cold anymore.

Zheng Miaoying went over to the uncle and gave him two as well: "Uncle, warm your hands."

"Oh, thank you, thank you." The uncle quickly took it, grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds as a return gift, and said, "Take these and eat them."

Zheng Miaoying was flattered and thanked him repeatedly, holding the melon seeds in both hands. She then returned to Lin Ting's side and said, "Tingting, you should go have lunch. I'll watch the stall."

"Are you sure you can manage?" Lin Ting asked, a little worried about her. "Why don't you go and buy me something to eat?"

“It’s windy outside, you’ll get a stomachache.” Zheng Miaoying’s gaze was firm. “Go ahead, I can manage.”

The older man chimed in, "Go ahead, I'll help her greet the people."

Lin Ting felt somewhat relieved.

"Okay, I'm off then."

Lin Ting casually found a ramen shop, ate a bowl of soup noodles, and asked the owner to help change the hot water in the glass bottle.

On her way back, she bought two candied hawthorns.

Lin Ting shared the candied hawthorns with Zheng Miaoying, her eyes crinkling into crescents with happiness.

Lin Ting was munching on a candied hawthorn when she suddenly seemed to remember something and said to Zheng Miaoying, "Oh right, Chen Jun came looking for you just now."

"Huh?" Zheng Miaoying frowned, sniffed, and asked, "What does he want with me?"

Her soft, coquettish tone sounded like she was pleading, and there was a hint of anticipation in her eyes.

Lin Ting shrugged: "He didn't bring you anything, and when he saw you weren't there, he questioned me about why I led you astray."

Zheng Miaoying's eyes dimmed instantly.

She looked at the candied hawthorn in her hand, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

Lin Ting went to eat and bought her candied hawthorns when she came back.

Chen Jun came to see her, but only brought questions.

Lin Ting glanced at her expression and added, "Perhaps he has something he wants to give to you personally. Don't overthink it."

Hope rekindled in Zheng Miaoying's eyes.

However, she soon realized the problem again—Lin heard that Chen Jun came to question her about why she had led him astray.

It leads people astray.

She looked down at the stall.

Sure enough, in Chen Jun's eyes, it was still wrong for her to set up a street stall.

But... but she had just finished paying for her mother's medical expenses, and Dr. Feng, whom Uncle Lin had helped her find, had specifically explained her mother's condition and adjusted the treatment plan.

Chen Jun's father was also a doctor, but it was Lin Ting who helped her.

Without comparison, you can't tell the difference between good and bad.

Once a comparison is made...

Zheng Miaoying felt her heart was sourer than a hawthorn berry. She blinked hard, trying to hold back her tears.

Lin Ting suddenly said, "Eat quickly, it's past lunchtime, the customers are coming."

Zheng Miaoying exclaimed "Ah!" and subconsciously took three or four bites of the candied hawthorn, stuffing her mouth full.

There's no negative emotion that a large sum of money can't soothe.

If so, then give me another wad of cash.

Zheng Miaoying collected the money one bill at a time, and for the first time, she didn't cry because of her argument with Chen Jun.

She... truly couldn't afford to be sad anymore.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Ting patted Zheng Miaoying on the shoulder: "Let's go, pack up the stall."

Zheng Miaoying glanced at the sky: "It's still early."

"Well, I have some things to do today," Lin Ting said vaguely.

"Alright, let's go back then." Zheng Miaoying said, diligently tidying up her stall.

Lin Ting then went to the uncle to settle the bill: "Uncle, we're going home now, today's bill..."

The uncle grinned broadly and said happily, "We sold seventy-two items in total, 504... here's 505 for you."

"Thank you, uncle." Lin Ting smiled as she took the money, her eyes crinkling into crescents. She added, "We won't be coming here tomorrow, so perhaps you could..."

As she spoke, she glanced at the bundles of short-sleeved shirts on the tricycle.

The middle-aged man was taken aback: "Why aren't you coming?"

"There's something else going on," Lin said. "Besides, we're students, and we didn't originally plan to do this for long."

The uncle immediately became anxious.

His sales went extremely well today. Although it seemed like his costs had increased, he actually earned more than usual.

However, he didn't rush to accept Lin Ting's hint.

He also sells these short-sleeved clothes in the summer and is very familiar with the owners of Wu'ai Market. He knows they have excess inventory.

I can bring some with me when I go to buy more goods tomorrow.

"Alright, then you two young ladies, take care on your way." The uncle waved to them with a smile.

Lin Ting smiled, tore off a piece of cardboard, wrote down a phone number, and gave it to the uncle: "If you need any help, you can call me."

"Row."

Following the idea that having more friends means having more options, the uncle also gave Lin his pager number.

Lin Ting wasn't worried because the uncle didn't buy her any more clothes.

What is there for her to be in such a hurry for?

All the excess inventory at Wu'ai Market belongs to her.

They can only buy goods from her.

The two girls returned to Zheng's house, carried the remaining clothes from the tricycle home, and then began counting the money.

The two of them pooled together 2400 yuan today, with Zheng Miaoying contributing 300 yuan, accounting for 12.5% ​​of the shares.

Lin Ting used all 2,400 yuan to pay the deposit for the inventory, because the bosses were eager to get rid of the goods, so the deposit ratio was very low.

"Today we sold... well, three hundred and thirty-eight items."

Lin Ting counted the goods, and Zheng Miaoying counted the money: "Now we have 1932 yuan, plus the 520 yuan you gave me, we made a total of 2452 yuan today."

Since many people buy two or three items, their profits cannot be simply calculated using multiplication.

Lin Ting nodded: "A profit of 1607 yuan, not bad."

Today's earnings may seem lower than yesterday's, but in addition to the money they earned today, they still have a lot of clothes that haven't been sold.

Zheng Miaoying was a little worried: "We ordered a total of 8,900 pieces of clothing. Can we sell them all before the final payment? Oh right, I won't get 520 yuan today, I still owe you..."

"No rush, let's owe it for now."

Lin Ting tapped her furrowed brow and said confidently, "If all goes well, we'll sell out in a week. If not, we'll go to a few more places and still sell out in a week."

Zheng Miaoying: "Um... what do you mean?"