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

There used to be too many scammers and not enough fools.

There are too many fools now, and not enough scammers.

Lin Ting searched for a long time but couldn't find a suitable "destiny" that would allow her to make a fortune.

She sighed softly, heartbroken.

It feels like I lost 20,000 yuan when I went out.

Anything you didn't get your hands on is considered lost.

Yang Libo, unaware of what was going on, looked at Lin Ting's disappointed face and asked, "Mr. Lin, what's wrong?"

Lin looked at him for a long time before saying, "Mr. Yang, may I ask how you obtained these things by chance?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Libo immediately became very interested and began to speak eloquently:

"The story begins with me becoming a disciple of a qigong master. I still remember that master vividly. He didn't want money or goods, and insisted that he was just an ordinary person..."

Lin listened as he rambled on for half an hour.

In short, this is the story of a cunning old boatman who was fooled by a group of qigong masters.

Lin Ting estimated that the first qigong master who convinced Yang Libo was telling the truth and didn't dare to lie to him.

After all, scammers are human too. What normal person would dare to scam a boatman who has hundreds of people, a dozen boats, and can get whatever he wants?

Unfortunately, this seemingly normal master encountered an unusual sailor.

Any normal person, after listening to the master's three months of tireless, frank anti-fraud lectures on how qigong is a scam, would realize that this stuff is unreliable.

But who is Yang Libo?

Between tormenting himself through internal strife and driving others crazy, he chose to drive himself crazy through internal strife.

He firmly believed that the problem lay with him, and that the master would rather make fun of himself than teach him.

The master was traumatized by Yang Libo back then, probably thinking that this boss served him well every day just to kill him one day.

So the master ran away.

He even published an article in the newspaper stating that he would retire from the martial arts world and would no longer accept disciples.

Then... Yang Libo developed a mental illness and began frantically seeking out masters to learn martial arts.

From Longhu Mountain to Maoshan Mountain, from Danan Mountain to Wunü Mountain, a random master will receive a large amount of gold coins.

"Wait, where is Wunü Mountain?"

Since Lin Ting had nothing better to do, she decided to satisfy her curiosity first.

"It's in Liaoning Province, not far from Shenyang," Yang Libo looked at Lin Ting with the same puzzled expression. "Mr. Lin, you don't know?"

In Yang Libo's mind, Lin Ting was the daughter of a reclusive family; she should know that, right?

Lin Ting had no idea what he was thinking, so she casually explained, "I'm not interested in mountains at all."

Let alone searching for some blessed land by traversing mountains and valleys, she even refused when Jiang Zong suggested climbing a mountain to watch the sunrise.

This kind of physical labor is not suitable for fragile college students, especially not for her.

Yang Libo paused for a moment, then understood.

Wunü Mountain is very famous. Legend has it that five women once garrisoned troops there, hence the name. It was also the founding capital of the Goguryeo people.

How could a person from Liaoning Province not know about a mountain that he, a southerner, had actually visited?

And she just said she "has no interest in mountains," absolutely not!

Therefore, there is only one truth—

Lin Ting was subtly reminding him that there were no true masters on the mountain!

Yang Libo also questioned it for a moment, after all, even he, who only reads martial arts novels, knows the poem: "Tigers and leopards hide in the deep mountains, and dragons and springs are concealed in the vast sea."

99% of Chinese people share a common understanding: true masters and geniuses reside in the mountains, such as Zhongnan, Kunlun, and Tanggula...

But this point of doubt was quickly refuted by Yang Libo.

A sacred place known to everyone in the country, how lively must it be?

If idle people loiter around the doorsteps of great masters every day, can it still be called seclusion? Can they still cultivate themselves?

Once Yang Libo understood the intricacies, he immediately stood up and bowed deeply to Lin Ting: "Thank you, Boss Lin!"

Lin Ting: "...?"

what?

what happened again?

What did she say?

"Ahem, Mr. Yang, don't be so polite," Lin Ting quickly pulled him over to sit down. "It's not appropriate for you to bow to me on this occasion."

Yang Libo smiled broadly, tidied up his odds and ends and stuffed them into his briefcase, then looked intently at Lin Ting and asked, "Mr. Lin, do you need any machinery or equipment lately? How about I get you another shipload?"

Lin Ting shook her head: "Not for now."

"Then be sure to call me whenever you need anything." Yang Libo poured Lin Ting a glass of orange juice, and tentatively asked, observing her expression, "Ms. Lin, where do you think would be the best place to live in seclusion?"

Lin Ting sensed something strange about his gaze, but still said, "A minor hermit lives in the wilderness, a major hermit lives in the city."

"Oh, I get it, I get it!"

As soon as Yang Libo said he understood, Lin Ting realized he had said the wrong thing.

But... there shouldn't be anything wrong with that, right?

He can't possibly go from street to street looking for a master, can he?

Lin Ting sensed that Yang Libo had gone mad. She had no intention of seeking immortality or enlightenment, so she cleared her throat and changed the subject: "By the way, Mr. Yang, how's the situation in Shenzhen lately?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Libo said, "Things have been quite turbulent lately. A few young masters from Beijing got tired of playing with permits and started messing around in the stock market, causing quite a bit of trouble..."

As they were talking, at the main table not far away, Second Uncle was smoking a cigarette, glancing at Lin Ting every now and then.

"Second Brother, what are you staring at Nannan for?" Third Aunt chuckled, casually reminding him, "Don't say I didn't warn you, this student of Eldest Brother is not to be trifled with."

The second uncle glanced at his younger sister and said in a low voice, "You don't recognize the guy next to her? That guy is a boatman from Shenzhen. There was a crackdown in Shenzhen a while ago, but he stopped early on, so the fire didn't reach him... He's quite the local tyrant."

Auntie San couldn't help but turn around and glance at the man sitting next to Lin Ting, just in time to see him pouring Lin Ting a drink with a big smile on his face.

"How could Nannan know someone like that? Is it because of her older brother?" Auntie San wondered.

Second Uncle shook his head: "I don't know."

"That……"

"do not talk."

My second uncle shook his head to stop talking.

Why did he suddenly start to think that the seemingly unreliable business deal that the girl had mentioned with a smile yesterday might actually be true?

He decided to go and ask.

Of course, I didn't ask Lin Ting; there's no way to ask such a question directly.

So, after the banquet ended, the second uncle found Jiang's father.

"Brother, I saw Yang Libo from Shenzhen here today. I happen to be looking to get some tricky stuff, what do you think..."

Mr. Jiang was exhausted both physically and mentally lately. Upon hearing this, he pressed his temples and said, "I'm just a nodding acquaintance with him. I can give you his phone number if you want, but my face isn't worth much. You'll have to listen to his pricing."

Initially, Jiang's father became acquainted with Yang Libo because he gave Yang Libo two purchase certificates.

Later, when Lin Ting needed a machine, Jiang's father recommended Yang Libo to Lin Ting.

He originally intended to use this incident to get back the favor he had done before, but after Yang Libo finished negotiating the business deal with Lin Ting, he actually gave up a sum of money in their cooperation, and clearly stated that this was to repay Lin Ting for his guidance.

Mr. Jiang did not want to use this matter to curry favor with Lin Ting, so he warned his second uncle in advance.

But to his second uncle, these words were nothing short of a wild affirmation in his ear—yes, yes, that's exactly what you guessed.

He certainly didn't think anything good about it!