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

"They were all caught?"

"Yes, my men saw it with their own eyes at the docks. They brought them back one by one, and they even confiscated a lot of heavy weapons. But Mr. Lin, you absolutely mustn't tell anyone about this, or I'll lose all face!"

Yang Libo had absolutely no desire to gain fame from this; he couldn't afford such a reputation!

If others find out that he calls the police to handle things, he's really doomed.

Lin smiled slightly upon hearing this: "Mr. Yang is joking. Tonight the wind is strong and the rain is heavy. You are at home practicing Zen and seeking enlightenment... What does that have to do with these things?"

"That……"

"Sister Yun is in Hong Kong, and her brother-in-law is only in charge of criminal investigation, so he can't get involved in the Coast Guard's affairs... If we have to say something, then it can only be that the police were more skilled and caught her off guard."

Before Yang Libo could try to distance himself from her again, Lin Ting spoke up to protect Sister Yun's infamous reputation.

This kind of reputation is not good, and she might be purged in the future, but for now, it is Yang Meiyun's shield, and she absolutely cannot lose it.

As for the future... there will always be a chance to clean it properly.

How could a seasoned veteran like Yang Libo not understand Lin Ting's meaning?

He immediately replied with a smile, "Of course, Mr. Yang is in Hong Kong, how would he know about Du Yucheng's plans?"

"Actually, we could also leak a little bit of information—"

Lin Ting's lips curled up: "For example, this tip-off call was made from Shen City."

Yang Libo was stunned for a moment: "What's this?"

Isn't this just playing with fire?

Lin Ting's lips curled slightly, a cold glint flashing in her eyes: "They didn't just ruin Sister Yun's business. I'm telling you, the more than 100,000 yuan worth of goods in that warehouse are mine, is that alright?"

Yang Libo: "..."

If you insist that the things inside are yours, no one can check!

However, Yang Libo was somewhat worried. Those few outsiders were not easy to deal with, especially now that they were united against a common enemy. Lin Ting was releasing such information at a time like this...

After thinking for three seconds, Mr. Yang understood.

Lin Ting won't come to Shenzhen. If you want to take action against her, you'll have to go to Shenyang.

What does it mean?

It means that on her own little plot of land, no matter who you are, you have to play the fool!

"A small plot of land" is a very interesting term. Whoever dares to use such a term to describe a piece of land demonstrates that they have great control over that land.

really!

Boss Lin is a reclusive heiress.

Yang Libo was once again amazed by his own cleverness, secretly marveling at his own exceptional intelligence.

He lit a cigarette to calm himself down.

He shouldn't stand out too much; he needs to know how to conceal his shortcomings.

When making friends, it's best not to be too outstanding, so as not to put pressure on your friends.

Lin Ting sensed something was wrong as soon as Yang Libo fell silent.

What is this guy imagining now?

Before she could think for long, Yang Libo spoke up: "Okay, I'll find a way to get this news out of the police station."

Lin Ting unconsciously frowned, her tone becoming more cautious and tentative: "Boss Yang really has a wide circle of friends."

"It's nothing, it's just that I have a good-for-nothing brother who retired and now sells wontons outside the police station. If it gets out from his mouth, it will be taken as news from inside the police station."

Hearing him say that, Lin Ting finally let out a soft sigh of relief.

It startled her; she thought she was about to betray her own family for the greater good.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Mr. Yang." Lin Ting smiled, her tone softening. "I need to start making preparations now."

"Alright, alright, by tomorrow at the latest, everyone who needs to know will know."

"Thank you."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Ting hugged the teddy bear tighter in her arms, then looked at Jiang Zong and asked with a smile, "Brother, do you think they'll use a pink burlap sack if they beat me up?"

Jiang Zong: "He dares."

His tone was colder than Lin Ting had ever seen before, and he looked as if he was ready to fight someone at any moment.

Lin Ting hadn't expected his casual joke to elicit such a strong reaction, so she quickly grabbed his sleeve to prevent him from going off on a spree.

"I was just kidding. If they don't come, fine. But if they do, Secretary Bao will be promoted to Deputy S Director next year. As for playing dirty tricks—the garment factory is ridiculously strong right now. If I don't leave the school, who can get in?"

"I can't even figure out how I lost to them in Shenyang."

Jiang Zong looked down at her small hand tugging at his sleeve. It was fair and tender, and her fingers looked like they had never done any housework. Just one look made him want to pamper her and hold her in the palm of his hand.

She was also holding a teddy bear in her other hand, which he had bought and looked much better.

Without realizing it, he reached out and placed his palm on her head, saying, "I'll protect you."

Lin Ting patted his own head through the back of his hand: "It's okay, let's call the police. This method is really fast, efficient, and economical, and it's like a walking third-class merit."

This method is truly amazing... you won't know until you try it, and once you do, you'll find it incredibly effective.

But Wei Xuan and Gu Qi can't know, lest it stab their fragile little hearts again.

Jiang Zong looked at her relaxed smile, but he couldn't relax.

He was always worried about her.

Lin Ting lowered her eyes, kneading the teddy bear's face, her mind racing as she considered her next plan.

She brought people to Shenyang for two reasons: first, she was confident, and second, she wanted to reduce the pressure on Yang Meiyun and give her more room to maneuver.

What she wants is market stability in Shenzhen so that she can sell her goods smoothly and earn a little money.

Shenzhen is now the focus of the whole country. Once the market here is stabilized, it will be much easier to expand outwards.

This is a strategically vital location; it cannot be lost.

Lin Ting's mind was racing with calculations.

Jiang Zong glanced at his watch and reminded him, "It's almost time to close the dorms."

"Huh?" Lin Ting snapped out of her daze and jumped up from the sofa. "Then let's go quickly."

Jiang Zong actually wanted to say that it was fine not to leave, there was a bed and a bathroom here, he could sleep here.

But the words stuck in his throat.

A little embarrassed.

He put on his down jacket, then stuffed a hot water bottle into Lin Ting's arms and tugged at her scarf.

It started snowing outside sometime during the day. The snowflakes, like tufts of cotton, fluttered down and accumulated into a thick layer on the ground, crunching underfoot.

"Slower."

Jiang Zong grabbed Lin Ting's arm.

"You should be careful," Lin Ting said with a grin, shaking off his hand and taking his arm instead. "You know the genes of Northeasterners, right? I have a natural talent for slipping on snow like this."

Jiang Zong had rarely seen such heavy snow before coming to Shenyang. He had skied in Switzerland when he was a child, but walking on soft snow and skiing are two different experiences.

He wanted to say he wouldn't fall, but when he looked down, he saw Lin Ting holding a hot water bottle between her arms, her two gloved hands firmly resting on his arm.

It looks like she's holding his arm.

He silently shut his mouth and stopped saying anything.

Snowflakes fluttered down, turning their hair white.