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

"It's been a week, why hasn't there been any news?"

Lin Ting sat on the steps in front of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, munching on a candied hawthorn and complaining softly, "The pace of life in the special economic zone is really fast. The old-fashioned families in the mansions are really spoiled. I hope he still leaves work at five o'clock sharp in the afternoon."

"Hmph... It's only because I'm kind-hearted. If it were anyone else, I would have crippled him in three moves with a blitzkrieg and a beach landing..."

She muttered to herself, praising her own noble character.

In that week, she marked eight shops she liked, met with several English teachers, and even visited several tourist attractions.

She waited patiently, and waited... until she saw only a wisp of air.

If Duan Jun hadn't called her every other day, she would have thought Feng Hui was planning to surrender.

Jiang Zong stood beside her, silently shielding her from the wind.

Lin Ting rubbed her calves and looked up at him, saying, "Brother, I can't walk at all."

Actually, she originally had enough energy to complete her visit to the Forbidden City.

Unfortunately, I got lost along the way, and after wandering around for a while, I inexplicably ended up back in front of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

She truly didn't have the strength to even take a single step.

Jiang Zong turned on his toes and stepped down two steps: "I'll carry you."

Lin Ting remained seated, watching his retreating figure, and said, "Actually, I wanted to say, thank you for getting me a wheelchair."

Jiang Zong: "..."

"hey-hey."

Lin Ting, holding half a candied hawthorn, jumped onto Jiang Zong's back: "The wind is too strong, let me shield you from it."

"okay."

Jiang Zong carried her on his back and walked forward.

Lin Ting rested her chin on his shoulder and suddenly laughed: "I remembered the slippers I lost in Bincheng... You carried me back that time too."

Jiang Zong paused slightly, his eyes softening.

He turned his head and his eyes met her bright pupils.

"Listen to me..."

"You...you want to eat grilled squid too, don't you!"

Lin Ting tentatively interrupted him.

Jiang Zong: "Hmm...right."

Lin Ting smoothly changed the subject, flashing a carefree smile: "Let's go, let's ignore them, let's go find some grilled squid!"

Jiang Zong's lips unconsciously curled up slightly: "I know where to find it, it's delicious."

"OK……"

……

Travel is like a walled city: those who stay at home want to go out, and those who go out want to go home.

Lin Ting now not only wants to go home, she also wants to call the police.

"Five million to acquire a state-owned textile factory... Is he showing off his wealth to me?"

Lin Ting sat on the sofa, grinding her teeth.

At this time, the vast majority of the conversion from public to private ownership involved using factory debt to acquire assets at extremely low prices. Apart from some private enterprises, the management of former state-owned factories were the most frequent participants in this practice.

They ruined the factory until it was insolvent, transforming themselves into capitalists, and causing countless ordinary workers to lose their jobs.

Jiang Zong analyzed rationally: "Feng Hui has a lot of capital backing him, and there will only be more support in the future."

“Yes, Uncle Fang said he even guaranteed that the number of layoffs would not exceed one-third.” Lin Ting tugged at the teddy bear’s paw. “I can’t think of any reason to refuse them.”

Lin Ting was quite familiar with the situation at the textile factory.

After all, she was the one who personally orchestrated the downfall of Che Haibo, the former deputy director of the textile factory.

The textile factory had long been ravaged by Che Haibo, and even the return of the old factory director could not turn the tide.

At this point, Feng Hui's decision to spend a high price to buy a factory is something most people would be happy to see.

Jiang Zong said, "The simplest solution is to offer him the same price and buy the textile factory."

Lin Ting continued to tug at the teddy bear's paws: "I don't have money. Even if I did, I wouldn't spend it like this."

She understood what Jiang Zong meant—to get Jiang's father to give her the money.

She believed her mentor would provide her with financial support.

She also believed that if the price were the same, her chances of winning the textile factory deal would still be very high.

But she didn't want to compete with Feng Hui on price by matching their wealth.

Unlike the previous seven Calabash Brothers, Feng Hui's money all belonged to others, and he didn't care how he spent it as long as he could achieve his goal.

Moreover, the financial resources of the two sides are not even in the same league and cannot be compared.

It's no exaggeration to say that Feng Hui would need five million to buy the factory, but he could get a loan of ten million or even more from the bank.

Lin Ting must be crazy to compare who's richer with him.

"Jingle Bell--"

The cell phone rang.

Lin Ting answered the phone; it was Yu Zhanjun calling.

"Xiao Lin, someone wants to buy my factory." Yu Zhanjun's voice was dry and slightly trembling. "The offer is one million."

Lin Ting: "Then just sell it."

"What are you saying? You own 51% of the shares, what good is my nodding?" Yu Zhanjun couldn't hide his excitement. "Xiao Lin, this price is really not low, one million! One million! Let's split it between the two of us, what do you think?"

Lin Ting had already earned back the 30,000 yuan he invested in the Yu family's factory. In fact, the Yu family's factory was the one that provided Lin Ting with stable income regardless of the weather.

A factory supplies goods to more than a dozen distributors, and Lin Ting can earn 20,000 to 30,000 yuan a month just by sitting at home.

Lin Ting chuckled lightly: "Besides a million, didn't he promise you anything else?"

"Uh……"

Yu Zhanjun said somewhat embarrassedly, "Yes, he did. He said I could continue working at the factory and get 30% of the profits every month... But I figured it wasn't worth it to get those profits. Why don't we rip him off and start something new?"

“He said he wanted to buy the factory, but he didn’t say he wanted to buy the suppliers and distributors. Besides, everyone knows what’s going on with our factory. Wherever you are, that’s where the money is.”

His straightforward suggestion left Lin Ting completely bewildered.

"Cough... You think they're stupid? That they'd actually let you trick them?"

Lin Ting chuckled and shook her head. "Don't even think about it. He's just here to kick me out of the game."

"what?"

Yu Zhanjun's tone betrayed his disappointment.

That's a million!

My heart races just thinking about it.

Yu Zhanjun let out a long sigh.

Before he could speak, the deputy factory director's voice came from the other end of the phone: "I told you you were dreaming! How could such a good thing fall from the sky and land on your head? Do you think you're so smart?"

"that is not……"

Before Yu Zhanjun could finish speaking, Jiang Zong handed his mobile phone to Lin Ting: "Zheng Miaoying."

Lin Ting sighed silently and took the phone to listen: "Yingzi."

“Listen to this, someone came to me this morning offering to hire our entire teaching team with a high salary. After I refused, they turned around and went to talk to other teachers one by one, even Uncle Li was on their negotiation list…”

Before Lin Ting could answer, there was a knock on the door.

Monk walked in with the cell phone Lin Ting had given him: "Boss, Zhang Liang's on the phone."

Lin Ting: "..."

She is in dire need of a hand.

And why does she look so much like a customer service representative now?