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

"Jiang Zong, stop running, I'm not hurt."

Hearing that no one was around, Lin tried to jump off Jiang Zong's back.

"do not move."

You're injured.

Jiang Zong hooked his arm around her leg and quickened his pace to continue running.

Lin Ting: "Huh?"

Is she injured?

Why wasn't she notified?

Lin Ting checked himself over and finally saw the tiny scratch on the back of his hand.

Fortunately, she has good eyesight; otherwise, the wound would have healed by now.

She patted Jiang Zong on the back, and when he slowed down, she jumped off his back.

"Listen to this..."

"It's nothing," Lin said, waving her hand dismissively. "I'll just put some iodine on it at the store later. Can you help me tear off the number tag?"

She changed the subject, turning around to have Jiang Zong tear off the number tag stuck to her clothes.

Jiang Zong was still a little worried, staring at her hand and asking, "Will it leave a scar?"

"Don't worry, it doesn't deserve it."

Such a small injury has no chance of leaving a scar.

Lin Ting pulled Jiang Zong outside, her eyes shining as she said to him, "I suddenly remembered something very important while I was running just now, and I need to go see Brother Liang."

"I'm with you."

During the long and boring run, besides thinking about when he might fall, Lin Ting also thought of a very profitable business because of what he was doing.

"Brother Liang, go find Coach Ma Junren of the women's track and field team, one million, and sign all the athletes on his track and field team to advertising endorsement contracts for the whole year next year."

Zhang Liang was stunned, shocked by the million.

Jiang Zong was also stunned, because he knew that Lin Ting had 1.87 million yuan in his account, after deducting the necessary reserves for the operation of the garment factory and the cost of shop renovation.

She spends most of her fortune to sign an advertisement for a track and field team just to participate in a long-distance running competition.

However, Jiang Zong didn't care much.

As for money, you can throw it out to hear what you like, or even just to make a sound.

Zhang Liang's eyes widened like saucers, and his voice trembled slightly: "Boss, I... I didn't hear that right, did I? One million? To sign Ma Junren's track and field team?"

"Correct."

Lin Ting nodded affirmatively.

She was running and her mind was wandering, which is why she suddenly remembered this person.

Ma Junren led the women's track and field team to win the bronze medal in the women's 1500-meter event at the recently concluded Barcelona Olympics, breaking the Asian record.

This was just the beginning of their success.

At next year's National Games, the girls known as the "Ma's Army" will win 12 gold medals. Among them, Wang Junxia improved the original world record for the women's 100-meter dash by more than 41 seconds, a record that remains unbroken.

At the same World Athletics Championships in Stuttgart that year, the Ma's Army swept the titles in the 100m, 3000m, and 1500m, almost monopolizing the women's middle- and long-distance running events. In the women's 3000m competition, the Chinese team won the gold, silver, and bronze medals, becoming a powerhouse in athletics.

Throughout 1993, the Ma's Army broke national, Asian, and world records a total of 66 times.

They defied racial determinism in track and field, becoming national darlings.

Few may remember Ma Junren, but he is far more infamous for holding up "Zhonghua Biejing" (a type of Chinese turtle essence) at a press conference and for being exposed for beating team members and forcing the girls to use performance-enhancing drugs for a long time.

A million-dollar advertising contract may seem expensive this year, but it will likely be more than ten times that amount next year.

At that time, whether you use it yourself or resell it, it will be a very worthwhile deal.

"Go ahead, make sure you get it done." Lin Ting pushed a check to Zhang Liang.

Since experiencing difficulties withdrawing money, she has started using checks.

Instead of wasting your time internally, it's better to shift the focus away from the problem.

Zhang Liang's hand trembled slightly as he held the check.

"Boss, what if I can't close the deal..."

Before meeting Lin Ting, Zhang Liang had only ever haggled with small business owners over whether he would earn one more or one less dollar a day.

After meeting Lin Ting, this was the first time he had ever carried two boxes of money, the first time he had ever seen stacks of banknotes, and the first time... well, he could just take money out by holding this piece of paper.

He looked at the check in front of him, feeling both nervous and slightly intrigued.

I've never seen this before.

Faced with the insecure Zhang Liang, Lin Ting simply smiled and said calmly, "I believe in you."

She didn't say anything like, "If you don't do it well, I won't blame you," or "If you fail, I have other ways to deal with it."

Clearly, none of those words can boost confidence as much as a simple "I believe".

Zhang Liang looked at Lin Ting, and all the excuses he was about to make were swallowed back by those four simple words.

Even now, the boss hasn't missed a single one.

So... he might actually be able to?

Zhang Liang carefully put the check away, looking like he was about to go to war. He stood up and said to Lin Wen, "Boss, I'm off then."

"Okay... Brother Liang, you're walking with the same foot forward as the other way around."

"Huh? Oh, okay..."

Zhang Liang stiffly adjusted his walking posture and continued walking out.

Watching Zhang Liang walk away, Lin Ting frowned slightly, her expression serious.

During this period, Zhang Liang has hardly made any mistakes in his work. If he makes a small mistake, he will make up for it immediately.

But those are all minor matters. Some people can do minor matters perfectly, but they can't handle major matters.

If Zhang Liang can get this deal done, then she can focus on training him in the future.

Lin Ting was very clear about her own identity and role.

As the boss, her job is to propose reasonable and effective business projects, integrate resources, control the direction of business operations, and bear the risks.

Instead of doing everything himself, big or small.

She doesn't have to do everything herself.

For example, opening a milk tea shop.

She may not know how to make milk tea, but she can come up with ideas that others haven't thought of, and make good use of the resources around her to turn those fleeting flashes of inspiration into reality, and then develop some effective marketing strategies.

Conversely, if she insisted on going into the kitchen to research milk tea recipes herself, by the time she could make milk tea with the same flavor as the chef's special blend, Mixue Ice Cream might have already been successfully launched on the market.

For example, Feng Yue and Feng Pan make handicrafts. She may not know how to make them, but she can sense business opportunities the moment she sees the finished products and quickly determine the core competitiveness by starting with the raw materials.

In business, time is money. The same idea might make you money today, but you might lose everything tomorrow.

Knowing people and making good use of them is what a boss should do.

Lin Ting rested his hand on his forehead, exhaled softly, and sighed, "I'm ridiculously strong."

Jiang Zong nodded without hesitation: "Yes."

After admiring himself, Lin put his sore legs on the chair, picked up a piece of white paper and said to Jiang Zong, "I have an idea, would you like to hear it?"

Jiang Zong: "Yes."

"I plan to adjust the layout of the store..."

Lin Ting scribbled on the paper, sharing her thoughts with Jiang Zong.