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

Nobody's really stupid. The homework is right in front of you, who wouldn't know how to copy it?

The vendors who witnessed the "buy one get one free" frenzy yesterday all had the same idea.

They have even planned new locations for their stalls, intending to sell their goods in other places using this method.

At that time, they will be the only ones on the entire street.

They are all smart people.

The problem is that there are too many smart people nowadays.

"Hey, have you no shame? You're just blatantly stealing my business, aren't you?"

"Old Zhao, have some shame! Tell me yourself, was this your idea? If it was, why are you still here?"

"you……"

Lin Ting climbed three steps, cleared her throat, and said loudly, "Dear uncles and aunts, please be quiet and listen to me—"

The crowd fell silent.

Although everyone present was older than Lin Ting, they couldn't disobey her. After all, the goods were in her hands, and what if she got upset and refused to sell them to them?

Lin Ting smiled brightly, took out her notebook, tore off nine sheets of paper and handed them out, saying, "Everyone wants to buy short-sleeved shirts, but I don't have many on hand, which I'm sure you all know."

"So, to avoid unnecessary arguments and to speed things up so as not to delay everyone's fortune, please write down the quantity and price you need on a piece of paper. I will decide whether to sell and to whom to sell based on the price and the quantity required."

After hearing this, Lin took two steps back as if nothing had happened, letting these people discuss it however they wanted.

There were discussions, but... they were useless.

Someone whispered, "I found out, she took a total of 8900 items. There are nine of us in total, so it's enough to go around."

Someone immediately retorted, "Are you stupid? Do you know how much she sold yesterday?"

"I don't know... Lao Zhao, how much did you sell yesterday?"

"How the hell should I know?"

"If you ask me, let's just write down the same price, so we don't start arguing about it..."

Do you know how much she paid for the goods?

"I don't know. Old Li said there's some kind of confidentiality clause and he won't tell me."

"How much can a short-sleeved shirt cost? In the summer, the wholesale price is only around four yuan... Shall we just write four yuan and fifty cents?"

"I think it's fine. Whoever writes it higher is an old dog."

"Here you go, girl, I've finished writing it, here you take it!"

Lin Ting took the first note; it was from the older man.

"1500 pieces, 7 yuan each."

Lin Tingchao gave him a thumbs up: "Uncle, you're really something."

"Absolutely." The uncle grinned, trying to suppress his heartache.

He was gambling too.

The bet is for the same price as yesterday.

He felt that this price was at least acceptable to Lin Ting.

Soon, the others had finished writing as well.

The quantities they requested were roughly the same, ranging from one thousand to two thousand.

The price tag is quite interesting.

Lin Ting quickly tallied the results: two six-yuan notes, one six-yuan-and-fifty-yuan note, four seven-yuan notes, and two eight-yuan notes.

Anyway, no one wrote down four yuan and fifty cents.

Under the expectant gaze of the Paw Patrol, Lin Ting silently calculated the inventory and said regretfully to the two vendors who had bid six yuan, "Sorry, you failed in your bid."

The two men simultaneously widened their eyes and angrily cursed the other seven: "You old dogs! You promised to quote the same price! Where's your face?"

The other seven looked up at the sky, and none of them spoke.

There are no fathers and sons in business, let alone being called an old dog.

As for my face, it's not a big deal.

The two unsuccessful bidders jumped around and cursed for five minutes before leaving.

No one spoke back, letting the two of them rage in vain.

After they left, Lin Ting opened the warehouse and said with a smile, "Alright, let's make the deal."

She only received one person at a time and kept the warehouse door closed.

Apart from the boss himself, no one knows exactly what price they quoted.

Lin Ting estimated that they wouldn't go out and make a fuss—selling wholesale at retail price would be too embarrassing if word got out.

In fact, the bosses who quoted high prices were the ones who were rational.

They're not really selling short-sleeved shirts; these are just extras to ensure the price of the military coats. If they're reluctant to part with them, they'll be bombarded with haggling from customers.

They can tell what's important and what's not.

Lin Ting also kindly offered another idea: "Actually, you could go and buy some more apples wholesale, and give one or two away for free. Some people aren't stingy about a dollar or two; they just want to get a good deal."

The bosses' minds were opened, and they all left in high spirits.

He even said:

"Thank you."

Lin Ting cheerfully saw off the six bosses, her backpack heavy with emotion.

She said to the seventh shopkeeper who quoted 6.5 yuan, "I couldn't tell you earlier, but now I have to. There are only 162 pieces left in stock. Do you want them?"

"Huh?" The shopkeeper was stunned. "But I ordered 1,500 pieces. You're short quite a bit."

"Indeed, but there's nothing we can do; these are all that's left," Lin said. "If you don't want them, then forget it."

The shop owner frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "I'll take it."

"Okay, there are only fifty left in the warehouse. You'll have to come with me to get the rest."

Lin Ting handed him fifty pieces of clothing and held out his hand: "Pay for the fifty pieces first, and I'll give you the rest of the money before you pay me back."

Since it was their first collaboration and there was no foundation of trust between them, the boss didn't refuse when Lin Ting said that, and counted out 325 yuan for Lin Ting.

"Please wait a moment while I go to settle the bill. It will only take ten minutes."

"Row."

Lin Ting took the small ledger, settled the outstanding payments of several business owners, and obtained the receipts before leaving Wu'ai Market with the owner who had paid six yuan and fifty cents.

Liu Kuai glanced at Lin Ting's schoolbag.

He quoted 6.5 yuan, which was actually the lowest price.

It's hard to imagine how much money this girl made in just two days.

Lin Ting hailed a taxi and went to the intersection near Zheng Miaoying's house.

She said, "I'm going to get the goods. Wait here for me for a while."

"Row."

Liu Kuai looked around, making no attempt to hide his shock.

How can such a high-earning girl live in a place like this?

Lin Ting didn't care what he thought; she was just a little worried that Zheng Miaoying wasn't home.

Zheng Miaoying's family doesn't have a phone; you have to run into her by chance to find her.

"Yingzi, open the door."

Lin Ting knocked on the door nervously.

Thankfully, Zheng Miaoying was at home!

Zheng Miaoying, wearing an apron and with dust on her face, opened the door: "Tingting? What brings you here?"

"Let's not talk about that now." Lin Ting put down her schoolbag and said, "Where are the rest of your clothes? Give them to me quickly."

"Oh, oh," Zheng Miaoying quickly put down the spatula, wiping the oil off her hands as she asked, "Do you want them all?"

"Bring them all," Lin asked. "There are 112 items, right?"

"Yes, that's right." Zheng Miaoying brought out the neatly bundled clothes.

"Okay, here you go." After hearing this, Lin carried the two bundles of clothes and rushed downstairs.

With the final payment of 728 yuan in hand, Lin Ting clutched the banknotes and happily returned to Zheng Miaoying's home.

Before she even knocked, she saw a strange plume of black smoke seeping out through the crack in the door.