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

"Did you call the police?"

"The police have been called."

"Did they really call the police?"

"They really called the police."

"so……"

"They were intercepted just twenty minutes after they drove off, and they were all arrested."

Zhang Erhu sat blankly on the sofa for a long time, then took a deep drag on his cigarette, feeling utterly dejected.

Tiger's infamous reputation vanished overnight, leaving him completely devastated.

Yang Meiyun was also somewhat taken aback.

Lin Ting's confident tone on the phone was still vivid in her mind. She thought of many ways she could stop these people, but she never expected that the girl would call the police directly.

Zhang Erhu vigorously wiped his face, frowned, and looked at Yang Meiyun: "Sister Yun, did Boss Lin really do this? I don't think she's that kind of coward!"

Lin Tingai.

That's the kind of person who can hire the police to train the security guards at the garment factory; they'll start a fight at the drop of a hat.

Why would she call the police?

Yang Meiyun chuckled and shook her head: "But I have to admit, this method is indeed very convenient, effective and cheap."

In her mind, Lin Ting would likely find dozens of people to stop this group.

But how much would that cost?

Now... one dollar, problem solved perfectly.

That really saves money.

Zhang Erhu licked his lips and complained in a low voice, "Sister Yun, don't praise her too much. It's going to be tough for her to run freight trucks in the future!"

Yang Meiyun shook her head: "She had Yang Libo spread the word that the whistleblower call came from Shen City."

"what?"

Zhang Erhu didn't react for a moment, but Zhang Dahu said, "Establish authority."

Unlike Zhang Erhu, who was easygoing, Zhang Dahu was always very reserved and would never speak unless absolutely necessary.

He's not socially anxious; he's just a natural stutterer. He stops stuttering after saying just one or two words, a skill he's developed over many years.

Zhang Erhu didn't expect to get any information he could understand from his older brother, so he looked at Yang Meiyun with a questioning gaze.

Yang Meiyun tapped her forehead, then shook her head: "There is indeed an element of establishing authority involved. After all, if Ting'er's brand wants to gain a foothold in Shenzhen, this struggle is inevitable, and she also needs a voice."

"But I think she was more interested in relieving our stress."

Yang Meiyun unconsciously thought of that summer night when Lin Ting told her, "I only need half."

She smiled, pursed her lips, and after a while said softly, "I must say, calling the police is really useful... Erhu, tell me what dirty things Du Yucheng and his gang have done over the years, I'd like to spend a dollar too."

Zhang Erhu: "...?"

"Sister Yun, I still want to just kill him."

It's understandable that Lin Ting did this; after all, she's young and a college student, so it's not unusual for her to do something like this.

But shouldn't they avoid doing the same thing?

Is he really going to throw away the infamous reputation he worked so hard to build?

"I know you want to, but don't think about it yet... Fighting and killing are not the right way. Wasn't the incident over the subscription certificates a while ago enough?"

Yang Meiyun frowned slightly, her eyes filled with worry. She said, "Sometimes, having a bad reputation isn't a good thing. Don't let it come to the point where your name alone is enough to get you shot."

Having weathered so many storms, what is there that she can't see through?

At certain times, some methods may go unchecked, but when it comes time to settle scores, serious problems will arise.

She has been looking for an opportunity all these years, a chance to break away from the past.

If only this time...

Yang Meiyun tapped her forehead, frowning in deep thought.

……

The next day, Shenyang was covered with a white blanket.

"My goodness, was the snow this heavy yesterday? Was Dou E not from Northeast China?"

"Teacher, my path to education has been blocked by this terrible snow..."

"The teacher said you'd better get out of here, or you'll be late and have to write a self-criticism, hahaha..."

The school was bustling with activity by 7:30 in the morning.

Lin Ting sat on the bed, wrapping herself up in a quilt like a triangular rice dumpling.

"I think..." she yawned, "this kind of weather is really not suitable for class... How about we take a gamble?"

"Are you betting the teacher won't call roll?" Su Meiren, who was in the same bed as her, said, "I also think the teacher won't call roll."

Zheng Miaoying couldn't stand it anymore and rolled her eyes at the two of them: "What are you two thinking? Today is a small class, with only about forty people in total. The teacher can tell who is absent just by looking at them, okay?"

This tone is starting to sound more and more like that of a head teacher.

Lin Ting looked at Director Zheng expectantly: "Then could you break the teacher's glasses?"

Zheng Miaoying: "...?"

What kind of outrageous statement is this?

She looked at the two rice dumplings, remained silent for three seconds, and then reached out and pulled the blanket: "Get up quickly, the roads are difficult to travel today, we need to leave early—especially you, Su Yu!"

Su Yu looked at her with a pitiful expression: "Why me in particular?"

The other four: "Don't you know what you're doing?"

Su Yu's walking speed was truly astounding. In such heavy snow, it was already an extraordinary feat for her to walk from the dormitory to the teaching building in half an hour.

Su Yu grinned at them, then reluctantly got out of bed.

She was dressed when she suddenly sneezed.

"Have a cold?"

Wu Yan was packing her schoolbag when she heard this and asked a question.

Su Yu sniffed and shook her head: "It shouldn't be a cold... but I don't feel well..."

As she spoke, she sat down, supporting herself on the bedpost.

Su Yu was breathing heavily, her face pale.

As soon as she said she wasn't feeling well, everyone dropped what they were doing and gathered around her.

Wu Yan poured water, Li Zhi got a towel, and Zheng Miaoying skillfully took out her medicine bottle.

Lin Ting glanced at it, then picked up his mobile phone: "I'll call a car for you to take you to the hospital."

In this kind of weather, Su Yu's illness is very likely to relapse.

She hasn't been feeling well for the past two days, and she seems so fragile that she might break at any moment.

The girls in dormitory 234 have a good relationship. Recently, Su Yu has been getting her meals brought back by whoever goes to the cafeteria, and she doesn't even have to lift a finger to get hot water.

Although she often jokes and teases people, everyone is afraid that she might have a relapse.

Su Yu pursed her lips, swallowed the medicine, and whispered, "I should be fine, you guys go to class..."

"You really don't look alright," Lin Ting said, frowning slightly. "You should go to the hospital."

Heart disease can range from minor to serious, but even a single major heart attack can be fatal.

As she spoke, she dialed Zhang Liang's number and asked him to bring the garment factory's car over.

In this kind of weather, it's definitely hard to wait for a taxi; you might as well just let a car come to you.

"I'll go tell the girls in the next dorm to ask them to pass me a leave of absence," Wu Yan said, and then hurriedly left.

Zheng Miaoying and Li Zhi then covered Su Yu with her cotton-padded coat, along with a scarf and hat, afraid that she would be exposed to the wind.

Su Yu leaned against the edge of the bed, blinking as she looked at them.

She said softly, "Thank you...you are so kind."

Lin Ting: "Don't be shy, I'd be happy to go to the hospital with you, even if it takes three days."

Su Yu: "...?"