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

When Lin heard the classroom, Zheng Miaoying and the other two had already arrived.

There was an empty space next to Yingzi, with her books on it.

"Yingzi, have you eaten?"

Lin Ting sat down, yawning, and asked casually.

Zheng Miaoying nodded: "I ate. I had steamed buns for breakfast."

Now that Director Zheng can earn money, his breakfast has been upgraded from half a steamed bun to a hot vegetarian steamed bun.

Just as Lin Ting was about to ask about Zheng Miaoying's gambling spree yesterday, Wu Yan and Li Zhi pressed Zheng Miaoying's head down.

These two stared with four bright, dazzling eyes:

Where did you sleep last night?

"I heard that Jiang didn't go back to the dorm yesterday either."

"So you're really still going to say you're just good friends?"

"Have you ever... hehehe..."

"I really think Uncle Lin's temper that day was quite reasonable!"

Lin Ting: "..."

"Can't you guys be serious for once? I was just too busy with work yesterday, so I ended up spending the night out!"

Could she say she was too lazy to go out in the snow?

Of course not, she couldn't give them a reason to laugh at her.

Disappointment flashed in Wu Yan and Li Zhi's eyes, but they quickly perked up: "No, we didn't believe your nonsense! It's understandable that you're busy with work, but is Jiang also busy with work?"

Lin Ting glared and lied, "Yeah, do you think being a CFO is easy? Doesn't he have to do the books for me?"

She stood tall and spoke with confidence.

It feels...so real...

Zheng Miaoying was forced to lie face down on the table, shaking her head helplessly.

They still don't understand.

The more righteous and awe-inspiring someone is, the less trustworthy their words are.

But she didn't say anything, and even added in support, "I do have a lot of work lately, and we'll be recruiting new students soon."

Lin heard someone say this, and Wu Yan and Li Zhi wouldn't believe it, but since Zheng Miaoying said it, the credibility instantly soared from 10% to 95%.

"All right……"

"It made me excited for nothing all night."

Lin Ting: "...?"

"No, even if I did something inappropriate, why are you two so excited all night?"

Is this the world of food connoisseurs?

Is it more exciting to watch others date than to date yourself?

Wait, what do you mean by dating? We're clearly just good friends.

Lin Ting tapped his head.

Waking up early really ruins the whole day; she's not even in her right mind anymore.

Lin Ting propped her head up, intending to take another nap.

She had just squinted her eyes when Yingzi leaned closer.

"Listen to this... for the sake of me covering up your lie... you and Jiang yesterday... hehehe..."

Lin Ting's eyes widened instantly: "What lie? I'm telling the truth!"

Yingzi: "...?"

……

Deep city.

Early in the morning, a strange piece of paper appeared near several specific locations.

There was only one photo on the paper, showing a bunch of people lying haphazardly on the ground, looking like they had been beaten up pretty badly.

These people had colorful faces and looked like they were barely breathing, but what they all had in common was that they were all looking at the camera—as if they were being forced to.

The passersby who received the photo were puzzled, but soon someone recognized the person in the photo.

"Big brother, big brother!"

A thin man in his thirties rushed into Du Yucheng's house, holding a piece of paper that he had snatched from some passerby.

"What kind of behavior is this, shouting and yelling like that?"

Du Yucheng was eating breakfast when he heard the noise and immediately frowned and scolded.

He waved to the pretty woman next to him, and she immediately stood up and swayed away.

Du Yucheng then turned to his trusted aide and asked impatiently, "What happened?"

"Brother," the confidant licked his lips and handed over the paper, "look."

Du Yucheng took the paper and squinted at it for a while.

He didn't recognize any of the people in the photo.

But he knew in his heart that if it had nothing to do with him, his trusted subordinates wouldn't have rushed in so hastily.

The confidant immediately noticed Du Yucheng's hesitation and said, "Brother, this is the brother who is being sent to Shenyang."

If the eldest brother wants to deal with someone, he certainly won't do it himself. He just needs to give a signal, and someone will naturally arrange everything.

It's normal that he doesn't recognize these low-level thugs. Du Yucheng has far too many underlings like them; how could he possibly recognize them all?

Upon hearing his confidant's words, Du Yucheng's hands trembled involuntarily, and his voice rose: "What did you say? These are going to Shen City?"

“Yes.” The confidant took a deep breath. “Sixteen were sent out in total, not one missing, all of them are in the photos.”

Du Yucheng looked at the photo again, and even silently counted the numbers.

There are indeed sixteen.

It looks like the entire army has been wiped out.

He couldn't understand: "Isn't Lin Ting just a small business owner who's just starting out? What makes her so special?"

He didn't know the answer to this question, and his confidants knew even less.

Looking at the printed paper in his hand, Du Yucheng suddenly had a worse premonition: "Where did this paper come from?"

"It's near the warehouse... Someone was distributing them, and we collected three to five hundred of them. We don't know how many were taken away."

"what?"

Du Yucheng slammed his hand on the table, making the dishes bounce around: "What do you mean someone is sending it? Who's sending it? Where is that person?"

"The person had already run away; it was the brothers down below who saw it and handed it over."

His confidant's forehead was covered in cold sweat. He wiped the sweat away and added in a low voice, "They usually hang out together, so they know a lot about these people..."

It has spread.

Du Yucheng's heart pounded wildly, and his unease grew stronger.

Just then, the mobile phone on the table rang.

He was reluctant to answer, but it kept ringing.

"Hey……"

"Yu Cheng, what kind of work did you do? You sent out sixteen idiots who just got beaten up?"

"You...how did you know?"

“How would I know? Everyone knows! You… someone posted photos near my warehouse, and the people in the comments recognized you.”

"..."

"Yu Cheng, this isn't how you do things! How can we save face after being beaten up like this by a young upstart?"

Du Yucheng took a deep breath and tried his best to suppress his temper, saying, "Fifth Uncle, I understand. I'll make the arrangements."

"Okay, don't make any more mistakes this time, or no one below will respect you."

"Ok, I know."

Du Yucheng hung up the phone, took several deep breaths, and then rubbed his slightly numb fingers before asking his confidant again, "Where are these people? There must be some requirements for them handing out flyers, right?"

The confidant shook his head again: "I don't know. We can't get in touch with them now. They might be locked up."

Du Yucheng clenched his back teeth.

"Okay, okay, okay..."

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips. "A little girl as arrogant as this? Let her know our true strength."

"Brother, should we send thirty men this time?"

"not enough!"

Du Yucheng's face turned fierce: "I'm going to beat her so badly she has no chance to fight back! I'll teach her a lesson she won't forget!"