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A series of clanging and banging sounds came from inside the door, and Yingzi's screams could be faintly heard.

Lin immediately thought of a hundred possible ways a fire could start when he thought of the stove in the Zheng family's house.

Without further hesitation, she kicked the door open.

Lin Ting wasn't very strong, but luckily, the Zheng family's door wasn't very sturdy either; with two kicks, the lock popped open.

"Yingzi, where are you? Answer me!"

Lin Ting didn't push the door open immediately. Instead, he called out from outside the door, took a deep breath, held it, and then rushed inside.

However, there was no raging fire inside the house as she had imagined.

The black smoke came from the iron pot—the food was burnt.

Lin Ting's inner universe had just begun to ignite when it went out.

Lin Ting looked at the pot of carbonized matter with a puzzled expression and said, "I'm a little curious about how you did it. Can I give you ten yuan and you perform it for me again?"

Zheng Miaoying's face was dark, but when she opened her mouth, she revealed a mouthful of white teeth.

She looked at her own door, which had a broken lock, and could still laugh: "Listen to this, did you come in to save me because you were worried I would die?"

Zheng Miaoying was so moved that her tears washed away the black ash on her face, leaving two streaks of white.

Lin Ting looked at her, remaining silent.

Her current appearance...

Lin Ting couldn't imagine how Chen Jun would react to Zheng Miaoying like this. All she knew was that she would never again treat Zheng Miaoying as a girl as delicate as a lilac.

Lin Ting suddenly stretched out a finger and wiped Zheng Miaoying's forehead.

Zheng Miaoying was too busy being moved to pay attention to Lin Ting's abrupt action, and even asked, "Tingting, is there anything dirty on my face?"

Lin Ting shook her head decisively, laughing heartily.

Dirt doesn't matter.

The important thing is that her face now... looks like three stripes on a black background.

Lin Ting laughed for a while, then helped Zheng Miaoying clean up the mess.

Surprisingly, the old wooden door didn't need a repairman; Zheng Miaoying skillfully tapped the lock a few times, and it worked normally.

Zheng Miaoying sobbed softly, "It's all over, it's all over. I was planning to bring my mom food, but now I don't have time, and I have to go buy food again."

The meal costs two or three yuan, which is enough for Mom to get a bottle of medicine.

Lin Ting glanced at her watch; it was 10:40.

She said, "We have enough time to buy food, let's split the money first."

"Share the money?" Zheng Miaoying was stunned for a moment, then quickly said, "You don't need to share it with me, I still owe you a lot of money."

Lin Ting grabbed her backpack, unzipped it, and poured the banknotes inside onto the table: "Are you sure you don't want to split them?"

Zheng Miaoying: "...!"

Zheng Miaoying had never seen more money in her entire life than there was on the table now.

She stared blankly at Lin Ting, then asked in a trembling voice, "Tingting...did you rob a bank?"

Lin Ting: "I am a law-abiding and good person."

Zheng Miaoying swallowed hard: "Then... what did you go to do?"

"Nothing much, just sold off all the remaining short-sleeved shirts."

Lin Ting spoke calmly, as if she had only gone to buy a string of candied hawthorns.

Zheng Miaoying's eyes widened, no longer resembling three eyes.

Lin Tingchao gestured for her to come over: "Come here and count the money."

Unable to contain her emotions, Zheng Miaoying cheered and rushed to the table to count the money.

Counting money is so much fun!

Even though she knew she could only get a small portion of it, Zheng Miaoying was still happy with it.

Lin Ting didn't try to take the job from her, and instead chuckled at the three of them.

Twenty minutes later, Zheng Miaoying counted the money three times and said to Lin Ting in disbelief, "It's a total of yuan."

“Yes.” Lin Ting nodded. “I’ve settled the final payment, plus the 1607 yuan from yesterday, this is pure profit.”

Zheng Miaoying: "...!"

She sat there blankly, staring at Lin Ting with wide eyes, looking as if she had been struck by lightning, both psychologically and outwardly.

Lin Ting took a pen, did some calculations, and said, "You get 5420 yuan. After deducting the 500 yuan you received yesterday and the 500 yuan you advanced, I'll give you another 4720 yuan."

As she spoke, she counted out the money and handed it to Zheng Miaoying.

Zheng Miaoying looked at the money handed to her, remained silent for a moment, and then shook her head: "Listen to this, I can't take so much. I... I didn't actually do anything..."

She was short of money, but also wanted it.

But she felt that this couldn't be done.

Lin had come up with the idea, she had done the work, and she had only taken three hundred yuan, yet she was going to have to split so much... She felt uneasy.

“When you invested the money, we agreed to split the profits according to the investment ratio. Whether we make a profit or a loss, we will split it like this,” Lin Ting stuffed the money into her hands. “Besides, didn’t you do the accounting and collect the money? You also moved the goods… and you even brought me a thermos.”

As Lin heard this, she put the piece that belonged to her into her schoolbag.

Holding the money, Zheng Miaoying stared blankly at Lin Ting and asked softly, "Did I really do a lot of things?"

"real."

Lin Ting looked at her three faces, suppressed a laugh, and said very seriously, "Yingzi, even if you don't do business with me, you can still earn a hundred yuan a day, right?"

“It may take a while, and it may be a bit tough, but you can raise the money for your aunt’s medical expenses on your own.”

"You're really amazing, really."

Zheng Miaoying's nose tingled with emotion.

She looked at Lin Ting and said softly, "Tingting, thank you."

She didn't shed tears; she tried very hard to hold them back.

Because she remembered that Lin Ting really disliked her crying.

Lin Ting smiled and patted her shoulder: "I'm leaving. Go wash your face and take your food to your aunt."

"Listen."

Zheng Miaoying called out to her.

"Ok?"

Lin Ting turned around and looked at her with a questioning gaze.

"We're friends, right?"

Zheng Miaoying looked at her expectantly.

Lin Ting was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, we are friends."

Zheng Miaoying smiled.

Looking at her bright white teeth, Lin Ting reminded her again, "Remember to wash your face."

"Um……"

Zheng Miaoying subconsciously turned her head to look in the mirror.

"Ok?"

Lin Ting ran out of the Zheng family's gate before she could cry out.

With the northwest wind blowing, she laughed for a full five minutes, until her stomach ached from laughing.

Lin Ting didn't go anywhere else and went straight home.

After closing the bedroom door, she counted the money again and then let out a long sigh of relief.

Including the change in her pocket, she now has 38,000 yuan.

You can buy twelve subscription certificates, which is enough for round trips to Shanghai.

Lin Ting had never traded stocks before, nor did she intend to—in this era, there was indeed no such thing as a daily price limit, but similarly, there was no such thing as a daily price limit.

A heaven, a hell.

Lin Ting didn't want to experience that kind of stimulation.

She only wanted to use these twelve subscription certificates to obtain enough start-up capital to steadily and practically run a real business.

Therefore, the amount of money needed for stock operations after the subscription certificate lottery was not within her consideration.

She doesn't plan to go to those stock market seminars or similar places either—safety first!

Lin Ting tore up the paper with the development plan written on it and threw it away, then began to think about the most difficult problem that was stuck in front of him.

What reason could she give to convince her parents to let her go to Shanghai?

This is much harder than making money.