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

It's ten o'clock, and you can faintly hear people talking in someone's bedroom.

Liang Tianxing pointed to the door: "You come in first, then I'll leave."

"it is good."

Guan Dongyue took out her key and fumbled to open the door.

"Yueyue is back?"

A dazed voice came from inside the house.

Liang Tianxing turned and left after seeing that Guan Dongyue had returned home safely.

The moonlight stretched his shadow long, making him look somewhat lonely.

Guan Dongyue watched him from behind the door for a while, then suddenly called out to him, "Liang Tianxing!"

Liang Tianxing stopped and turned to look at her: "What's wrong?"

"Wait a minute, let me get you a flashlight."

She swallowed what she wanted to say and replaced it with something insignificant.

Liang Tianxing waved his hand: "No need, you should rest. It's not dark."

After saying that, he quickened his pace and disappeared from Guan Dongyue's sight in just a few seconds.

Only when she could no longer see him did Guan Dongyue close the door.

As soon as she turned around, she met the eyes of her father, who came out wearing a coat and carrying a flashlight.

"dad!"

Guan Dongyue was startled and quickly clutched her chest to catch her breath.

Looking at her, Guan's father asked excitedly, "Yueyue, are you dating someone?"

Guan Dongyue felt a pang of pain in her heart and shook her head: "No, that's my classmate. We had a school event today, and it was too late, so he brought me back."

Guan's father pursed his lips: "Your classmate is quite nice... What does his family do? I just heard you call him 'boss'? What does that mean? Does his family run a business? These days, business is very lucrative; they're all big bosses with money."

He had already heard his daughter talking to that classmate, and of course he knew it was a male classmate.

Guan Dongyue frowned almost imperceptibly.

"Dad, he and I are just classmates. He has someone he likes. Don't look at everyone like you're looking for your son-in-law."

After Guan Dongyue finished speaking, she turned around and walked towards her own little house.

"Hey?"

Guan's father stood there, frowning and growling at her in dissatisfaction: "So what if you find someone you like? Even married couples can get divorced, what's the big deal? I'm not trying to be mean, but if you don't hurry up now, when are you going to?"

"Students are the easiest to fool. Once they enter society, you won't be able to trick someone into not looking down on your family!"

"I'm your own father, why would I lie to you?"

The door that Guan Dongyue had just closed opened again. She glared at her father with red eyes, and her suppressed emotions exploded at that moment.

"Yes! Who would want me, or my family! My dad is a gambler, my mom is an alcoholic, and if it weren't for my brother, I wouldn't even be able to go to school! Who would be crazy to want me!"

She knew very well that even though her brother had scraped together enough tuition fees for her, her parents had no intention of letting her go to school.

My older brother, who understands our parents' temperament better, said that college students will all become cadres in the future, go to school every month, find a partner, and marry well in the future.

Her parents could only see three meters in front of their feet. They never cared about her grades, only whether the families of her classmates were rich.

"Snapped!"

Guan's father suddenly slapped Guan Dongyue.

This time, she didn't hold back and was hit so hard that Guan Dongyue slammed into the door.

"You little brat, I've spoiled you rotten..."

"Hey, hey, why did you hit her!"

Finally, another person rushed out of the house and grabbed Guan's father tightly around the waist, preventing him from continuing to attack Guan Dongyue.

"Are you stupid? Who would want her if her face was ruined?"

It's her mother.

Ah.

It's her mother.

Guan Dongyue covered her burning face and gave a self-deprecating laugh.

Liang Tianxing's family owns a factory and a business, and he also has his own business. Just from her building alone, she can sell two or three hundred yuan worth of goods every night. Even if he only earns one-tenth of the profits from the eight dormitory buildings at the school, he still earns more in a day than her family does in two months.

Today he also initiated a group purchase program for teachers' colleges.

With the place so messy, how could she stand beside him?

Guan Dongyue ignored her parents' argument and silently closed the door.

She packed up all the thick clothes, planning to take them to school first thing tomorrow morning.

Then she habitually lit the kerosene lamp—her parents had cut the power cord in her room because they thought she was wasting electricity while studying, and forbade her to use the light.

She made this kerosene lamp herself from an empty pen bottle and has been using it for many years.

Guan Dongyue wanted to read a book, but her parents had already sold her textbooks from last semester for scrap paper, and she couldn't find a single scrap of paper in her room.

She gave a low, self-deprecating laugh and, instead of practicing her sales pitch, silently practiced her sales pitch in front of her reflection in the glass.

She wanted to become more capable, even more capable.

She is powerful enough to break free from the constraints of her family.

The moonlight was bright on the horizon.

Everyone is searching for their own moon.

……

The following day, Monday, Lin listened to a full lesson.

Jiang Zong had nothing to do in the morning, so he came to audit the class.

When class ended, he told Lin, "We sold a total of 267 cups of milk tea yesterday."

Lin Ting did the math.

After deducting costs and the chef's 3% commission on sales, she earned 77.7 yuan after dividing the net profit equally.

Considering her investment, this return on investment is quite good.

After all, this time, unlike the painstaking efforts outside the window and at the garment factory, she only offered an idea.

She was very satisfied with the earnings.

The head chef was also very satisfied.

He always felt that making milk tea for his employer was just part of his job duties. But before the opening, Lin Ting actually came to him with a profit-sharing contract, saying that this was his way of contributing his skills as equity.

He had spent his entire life working in the kitchen and didn't know what "technology as equity" meant, but he understood what Lin Ting meant—it meant he was going to get a share of the profits.

He dared not take the money so easily, so he quickly went to ask Mr. Nie.

Mr. Nie said, "If Miss gives it to you, just take it. It's what you deserve."

The chef never imagined that after a lifetime of cooking, he would be able to make money while sleeping by improving a milk tea making process.

After Lin Ting finished signing the contract, she said calmly, "When you're not busy with work, you can try some new flavors of drinks. After all, the better the business is, the more commission you'll get."

The chef's eyes were incredibly bright; he felt like he had struck it lucky this year.

He reminisced about the past for a while, then looked to the future for a bit, before diving into the kitchen to continue working on the milk and tea.

Lin, recalling the chef's recent enthusiasm, whispered to Jiang Zong, "Send the first day's sales figures to the hotel. Real money is the strongest driving force."

Jiang Zong nodded: "I'll listen to you."

He used to dislike doing business with his father.

Because there are always countless social engagements and dinner parties, which is very annoying.

But doing business with Lin Ting is different; she always seems to have a way of finishing deals behind the scenes.

Jiang Zong turned to look at Lin Ting and asked her, "Where do you want to open your shop in Shanghai?"

Lin Ting was taken aback, then chuckled and teased, "Your question is like saying I can drive it in the middle of the road whenever I want."

Jiang Zong thought about it carefully for a while, then shook his head: "It's not very safe."

Lin Ting: "...?"

what's going on?

If safety can be guaranteed, would you really drive in the middle of the road?