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

The gifts that Jiang's father gave to Lin Ting were worth approximately 50,000 yuan in total.

Besides watches and mobile phones, which make up the majority of the items, the rest include scarves, pearl necklaces, and even some imported snacks.

Lin Ting looked at the box of things and fell into deep thought.

Mr. Jiang wasn't a nouveau riche; even if he received another fortune, he wouldn't spend it extravagantly in retaliation. Such a generous gift could only mean that he had truly made a huge profit.

Lin Ting caught a glimpse of Zheng Miaoying out of the corner of his eye and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

In the same era, some people couldn't afford medical treatment because of 500 yuan, while others had to spend 50,000 yuan on gifts.

It's like two different worlds.

Lin casually stuffed the box containing the mobile phone into his backpack, locked the rest of the phones again and put them under the bed, then excused himself to go home to get something and slipped out of school.

The box only contained a mobile phone, no SIM card. Because roaming fees are extremely expensive these days, getting a SIM card in another city is very uneconomical.

Mr. Jiang also wrote a short letter to Lin, with elegant and flowing handwriting. He first thanked her for reminding him to buy the subscription certificate, then warmly invited her to stay at his house next time she went to Shanghai, and finally explained in detail how to get a phone card and left his phone number.

The letter was lengthy and contained more words than Jiang Zong spoke in a month.

Following the beginner's guide to rocket launchers, Lin Ting first got a phone card with a lucky number.

But phone calls are expensive, charged both ways, at one yuan per minute.

Lin Ting felt a pang of heartache, his teeth aching as he grimaced at the tractor crank handle in his hand, feeling a strong urge to sell it.

Selling it is out of the question. She still needs to figure out where to find an absolutely safe place to call Uncle Jiang back.

She wandered around the street for ten minutes with her schoolbag on her back, and finally hailed a taxi to go home.

Lin's father is fighting with the King of Hell for someone's life, while Lin's mother is nurturing the flowers of the motherland.

Lin Ting, at home, touched the subscription certificate and dialed Mr. Jiang's phone number.

"Hello."

"Hello Uncle Jiang, I am Lin Ting."

Lin Ting smiled broadly, her tone filled with joy: "Jiang, you gave me the gift you gave me. It's such a precious gift, I feel unworthy of it."

"They're just small things, not worth much." Mr. Jiang laughed and got straight to the point, "Lin, do you know what the subscription certificates are worth now?"

Lin replied, "I heard a little about it from classmate Jiang; it seems each unit costs 22,000?"

“That was yesterday’s price,” Mr. Jiang said with a smile. “Today, I asked for 35,000 yuan and no one is selling.”

Lin Ting nodded slightly, then, remembering that this wasn't a video call, quickly said, "It's rising really fast."

Perhaps it was her overly casual tone that made Mr. Jiang pause for a moment.

"Lin, the first lottery is in two days. What are your plans?" he said. "Let me tell you, I've calculated it carefully with some friends. If you want to play the lottery, you'll need at least 20,000 yuan for a set of purchase certificates."

The "play" he referred to was not buying and selling, but buying and selling stocks after the lottery.

His meaning was clear – girl, you don't even have a mobile phone, do you really have the means to play around?

Lin Ting has 12 purchase certificates, which would cost 24 yuan to process.

92 in early 24.

She couldn't sell herself even if she tried.

Lin Ting had already made up her mind on the way back. She didn't give Mr. Jiang the chance to offer to buy her subscription certificate. She smiled and said, "Uncle Jiang, I still have to study and can't travel back and forth to Shanghai often, so I plan to sell the number I won in the first lottery."

A purchase certificate that costs 3,000 per unit is now being offered for 35,000.

Eleven times.

In her memory, the subscription certificates had increased by much more than that.

Not only, but far more than that.

She didn't know what went wrong, but not selling was always the right thing to do.

She was only selling the winning number from the first lottery. The subscription certificate would still be hers, and if she was lucky enough, she could win three times with one subscription certificate in the second, third, and fourth lotteries.

Mr. Jiang remained silent for a long while on the other end of the phone.

Before Lin Ting could even start to worry about the phone bill, Jiang's father finally spoke up: "Logically speaking, the subscription certificate should depreciate after each lottery, but you refuse to sell it... Do you think the subscription certificate will perform even better?"

Lin's breathing became slightly sluggish.

Chatting with such a seasoned veteran is a true battle of wits; with just one move from her, they can predict the entire series of subsequent actions.

Lin Ting also fell into silence over the one yuan per minute.

Mr. Jiang smiled and said, "The first time, you reminded me to buy more subscription certificates. The second time, you gave me a new idea. Lin, since you want to sell the winning numbers, why don't you sell them to me? The market price is 1000 yuan, but I'll give you 1500 yuan per certificate. The extra 500 yuan is my thanks for giving me this idea."

Lin Ting snapped out of her daze and thanked him directly, "Thank you, Uncle Jiang."

"You're welcome. Then, after the lottery is over, will you come to Shanghai again?"

The procedures need to be completed in Shanghai, so Lin Ting has to go there no matter what.

Lin Ting nodded: "Okay, I'll ask for leave."

"Okay, tell me your landing time then, and I'll have Ah go to the airport to pick you up."

Lin Ting: "..."

She wanted to take the train.

In business, appearances matter, and you can never back down.

She thanked him again, "Okay, thank you, Uncle Jiang."

"By the way, are your parents also in business?"

This is a blatant test.

Lin Ting frankly replied, "No, my father is a doctor and my mother is a teacher."

"That's it..."

After hanging up the phone, Mr. Jiang fell into deep thought. A moment later, he called his managers and began a new round of busy work.

Lin Ting then began to think—

What excuse will she use to ask for leave?

……

On March 2, 1992, the first lottery for subscription certificates was held, broadcast live on television, with a winning rate of approximately 3%.

Lin Ting's luck was mediocre; he won 124 out of 1200 tickets.

She boarded a plane to Shanghai with 124 subscription certificates without asking for leave.

She bet the teacher wouldn't take attendance or check the dorms.

This is a real gamble.

On the afternoon of March 3, Lin Ting met A Jin outside the airport. He offered to help her with her luggage, but found that Lin Ting was only carrying a backpack and there was no need to help her.

“President Jiang is busy, so he asked me to have dinner with you and then take you to the company,” A-Jin said.

Lin Ting shook her head: "I'm not hungry. I'll just go to the company to see Uncle Jiang."

Ah Jin seemed to know that their matter was urgent, so he didn't try to persuade them further and drove Lin Ting to the Jiang family's company.

When Lin Ting saw Jiang's father again, she didn't notice any change in him, except that he wasn't wearing a woolen coat anymore.

"Lin, it's nice to see you again." Mr. Jiang's smile was as warm as ever. "You must have had a long journey."

"Thank goodness, I slept soundly." Lin Ting chuckled as she took out a stack of subscription certificates from her backpack. "I won 124 certificates."

"Let's go, let's get the formalities done."

Mr. Jiang's eyes brightened slightly. He said he would go and complete the formalities first, but instead took out a leather suitcase.

He opened the box in front of Lin Ting, took out six stacks of banknotes, and pushed the rest in front of Lin Ting: "190,000, you count it."

Lin Ting glanced at them, didn't count them, but took out a stack of bills and put forty bills on the table.

"186,000, it's a deal."