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

Lin Ting once again spent twenty-three minutes proving his innocence.

Lin's mother said kindly, "Get lost, and give me my money back."

Lin Ting rolled away.

Rolling back to the sofa, Lin Ting held up fifty yuan and looked at her father: "Dad, Mom didn't believe me, so she gave me fifty yuan. Judging from your expression, you don't believe me either, so..."

She glanced at Lin's father's pocket, giving him frantic hints.

Lin's father clutched his pockets, his face filled with terror: "I believe it! I believe it! That brat Chen Jun is nothing but a pretty face, how could my daughter possibly like him?"

Lin Ting's lips trembled slightly.

Lin's father glanced at the fifty yuan in her hand and swallowed hard. "Daughter, you know your dad. I only get five yuan of pocket money a month. I... I... do you believe I lost money too?"

Lin Ting: "..."

Mr. Lin, who is known as the top surgeon in the city hospital, receives a monthly allowance of five yuan.

The author who wrote this setting must have no heart.

Lin's father clearly didn't want to continue this unpleasant topic, so he turned on the radio and closed his eyes to listen to the news.

Lin Ting, realizing there was no hope of getting away with it, closed his eyes and continued to ponder how to use the 69.9 yuan to start a business.

"...Stock subscription warrants will be available for sale on the Shanghai Stock Exchange on January 15th..."

A news item suddenly reached her ears.

Lin Ting suddenly opened her eyes.

Subscription Certificate!

This stock subscription certificate, later known as the "92 Fortune Certificate," was initially met with little interest due to its high price of NT$30 per certificate and public distrust of the stock market, with only 207 million certificates sold. However, for various reasons, its value increased hundreds of times within just a few months, creating a large number of millionaires.

Lin Ting licked her lips.

Want to buy.

However, she could only think about it.

The subscription certificate can only be purchased in Shanghai, and the train ticket from Shenyang, where she is currently located, to Shanghai costs 60 yuan.

All of Lin Ting's assets combined were only enough to get from Shenyang to Shanghai; if he wanted to go home, he would have to run back along the railway.

Moreover, buying two subscription certificates is of little use. Although the final lottery rate is nearly 50%, it does not mean that buying two certificates guarantees winning one.

If you want to get rich from subscription certificates, it's best to buy a set of 100.

A set costs three thousand yuan.

In an era when the average wage is around two hundred yuan, three thousand yuan is a huge expense for most families.

Lin Ting's eyes flickered slightly.

Where can we get the money?

Her gaze unconsciously fell on Lin's father.

Looking at Lin's father, who seemed to be in a deep meditation, Lin Ting felt that... it was still more hopeful to rely on herself.

……

The next day.

Lin's parents went to work early in the morning. After Lin finished breakfast, he took out an old military coat from the bottom of the wardrobe, put it on, and rode the family bicycle out the door.

She tossed and turned all night thinking about it and decided to come to Shenyang's largest wholesale market today to look for opportunities.

Shenyang hasn't yet experienced a massive wave of layoffs; its heavy industrial base still shines, and even ordinary workers are quite well-off. These days, people often say that in Fengtian (Shenyang), money is no object, and those who can't make money are considered incompetent.

At least half of the locals who rose to prominence during this period started their businesses on Wu Ai Street.

As the city's largest wholesale market, Wu'ai Market fostered a large number of people who became wealthy in the 1980s and 90s.

Lin Ting rode his bicycle for an hour to reach Wu'ai Street, and was dumbfounded before even entering the Wu'ai Market gate.

The small restaurants along the street were bustling with people, offering everything from noodles to boxed meals. Steamers filled with plump, white buns, three for a dollar, were being carried by two people. The aroma of freshly fried twisted dough sticks could be smelled from ten meters away; these arm-length twisted dough sticks cost 18 cents each.

Outside the market, there were also stalls selling cotton shoes for 25 yuan a pair, underpants for 15 yuan a pair, socks for 3 yuan for two pairs... The whole street was packed with people, and you couldn't see the end of the street.

Their source of goods is actually the Wu'ai Market, which is just a wall away. They wholesale from there and then set up stalls to sell their products. They can make money in just a hundred meters or so.

Lin Ting rubbed her hands together, locked her bicycle, and, clutching all her belongings, strode confidently into the crowded throng.

The Wu'ai Market only does wholesale, with orders starting at dozens or hundreds of pieces; otherwise, it wouldn't be able to support the resellers who set up stalls just a wall away.

"Give me five hundred cotton-padded coats!"

"I need five thousand pairs of socks... Hey, old buddy, round it down for me."

"This, this, this, two hundred pairs of the same, could you also throw in a few packs of insoles?"

Lin Ting moved among the wealthy patrons who spent lavishly, showing no fear whatsoever.

As long as she doesn't say anything, no one will know that she only has 69.9 yuan in her pocket.

Forget about buying large cotton-padded coats and trousers; I don't have the budget.

She glanced at the stall selling small items.

Hair accessories, hair ties, hair clips, hats, gloves, socks... socks?

Lin Ting leaned closer and asked, "Uncle, how much are the socks?"

The uncle behind the stall was counting money. Hearing this, he replied without looking up, "Eight yuan a pack."

How many pairs are in one pack?

"Tsk..." This sounds like a novice, the uncle said impatiently, "Ten pairs."

"Oh, sorry to bother you."

Lin didn't buy from the first store, but went to ask at several other stores. Surprisingly, the prices were all the same: eight yuan for ten pairs.

Lin Ting thought about the sock stall outside the wall that sold "two pairs for three yuan" and felt that this job was worth doing.

She stopped in front of a sock stall in a rather secluded corner, flashed a bright smile, and asked in a clear voice, "Auntie, how much are the socks?"

"Eight yuan a pack." The aunt behind the stall was eating. When she saw people coming, she put down her lunchbox and stood up to greet them.

"Okay, I'll take eight packs." Lin Ting smiled and handed over the money. "Could you please pick out some nice ones for me? I'm a student, and this is my first time doing business, so I don't know much about it."

The aunt looked her up and down, somewhat surprised: "Students are setting up stalls now?"

Lin Ting sniffed and said with a wry smile, "My parents have taken unpaid leave, and I just happened to be on vacation, so I thought I'd help my family earn some money, otherwise we won't have any oil to cook for the New Year."

The aunt looked at Lin Ting's old coat, then at her reddened face, and sighed softly.

"Poor thing." The aunt was somewhat moved. Seeing that she still had five or six yuan in her hand, she simply took it all and picked out nine packs of socks for her. "You owe me two yuan and one jiao. You can pay me back next time."

Lin Ting's eyes lit up: "Thank you, Auntie! I'll come back to pay you back after I sell the socks!"

As she spoke, she took the socks from the aunt, checked their quality, and then stuffed them into the woven bag she had prepared earlier.

Seeing her sweet talk, the aunt reminded her, "You look young, don't go outside the wall and compete with those people for a spot. Go further away, sell your goods in the residential compound."

"Thank you, Auntie!" Lin Ting shouldered her bag and waved to the auntie, "See you later."

The aunt nodded her chin in farewell.

Ninety pairs of socks weren't heavy, but it was difficult to walk through the crowd when going out. Lin Ting squeezed into the group, clutching the sack tightly, gritting her teeth and swearing:

"I never want to suffer from poverty again in my life!"

Behind the stall, the aunt watched Lin Ting's back for a while, then suddenly picked up her mobile phone and dialed her own number:

"You little brat, get over here! I'll get you your socks. Get out here and set up your stall... What do you mean you can't do it? I just got a young girl here to buy some goods. Even a girl can do it, and you, a grown man, can't handle it..."

Lin Ting was unaware that her actions had hurt a male classmate who was staying home during the winter. She rushed out with all her might, and despite the freezing winter weather, she broke out in a cold sweat.

The northwest wind blew, feeling like a brick was hitting us in the face.

"hiss……"

"hiss……"

Two gasps were heard.

Lin Ting subconsciously turned her head and saw a girl about her age, who looked like a delicate white flower.

"Lin Ting?"

The little girl looked at Lin Ting with eyes full of terror.

Lin Ting: "...?"

Who are you?