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

Duan Jun sat opposite Lin Ting, watching her fiddle with the film rolls. After a few seconds of silence, he asked, "You called me over just to tell me how many rolls of film you've shot these past few days?"

She originally didn't want to meet Lin Tingjian, after all, the situation was unclear and meeting with Lin Tingjian would be quite risky.

Lin Ting gave an awkward smile: "Believe me, I really didn't do it on purpose, I just couldn't find it for a while."

"hehe."

Duan Jun casually picked up the cup in front of her and took a sip. The unfamiliar taste startled her. "Huh? What is this?"

It tastes like green tea, but also has a milky aroma and is very sweet.

"Milk tea." Lin Ting continued working, casually replying, "Part of the shop you prepared for me will be used to sell it."

Duan Jun frowned slightly, took another sip, and then commented, "Too sweet."

Lin Ting nodded, humbly accepting the criticism: "It's normal, because you drank what I cooked. My skills are just up to this point, there's no way to improve."

She had a sudden craving for milk tea today, and she couldn't stop thinking about it.

However, her beloved head chef was still in Shenyang, so she had to fend for herself.

After spending half an hour fiddling around in the hotel kitchen, Lin Ting sincerely felt... this milk tea should be left for Duan Jun.

Although it didn't taste good, at least it let her know what kind of business she wanted to do was.

Duan Jun didn't comment, put down her cup and urged, "What's wrong? Hurry up and tell me. Your hotel is too close to the compound. If I linger any longer, I might run into someone I know."

Lin Ting didn't answer immediately, nor was she in the mood to joke around with her.

There's only one roll of film left that hasn't been checked yet. Could she really have lost it?

Her palms were starting to sweat a little without her noticing.

Picking up the last roll of film, my fingers trembled slightly as I took it, glanced at it, and then let out a long sigh of relief.

"found it."

She immediately looked distressed.

There were thirteen rolls of film in total, and she was the last one to find?

What incredible luck!

Lin Ting forced herself to stop thinking about it and handed the film to Duan Jun: "Take a look."

Duan Jun took the film with suspicion. The room was dimly lit with the curtains drawn, and she squinted for a while before she could see the contents of the film clearly.

"I go!"

Duan Jun looked at Lin Ting in astonishment: "Where did you take this picture?"

"Then don't worry about it," Lin Ting said with a smile, "This card is pretty good, isn't it?"

Duan Jun gasped as if she had a toothache.

She didn't answer immediately, but instead looked at the film roll carefully again before gently placing it on the coffee table.

"The cards are indeed good, but not enough to decide the outcome," Duan Jun said frankly. "They can add icing on the cake, or they can make him feel very uncomfortable, but they're not enough to make him lose."

Duan Jun has only one goal, and she considers all problems with this goal in mind.

“I know,” Lin Ting nodded lightly, “I just wanted to reassure you.”

Duan Jun was indeed much more relieved. She leaned back in her chair and took another sip of the cloyingly sweet milk tea: "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

She didn't believe Lin Ting would be so kind as to reassure her for no reason; this old lady must have something for her to do.

Lin Ting really enjoys talking to such intelligent people.

She said with a smile, "It's nothing serious, it's just that Feng Hui is too slow. Can you help me urge him on?"

Duan Jun was stunned.

"No, little aunt, he's already gone to Shenyang to poach your employees, and you still think he's slow?"

Duan Jun couldn't understand Lin Ting's thinking at all. "You should know that you could lose your life if you're not careful right now, and you're still urging him to make a move on you?"

Lin Tingyi shrugged: "There's nothing I can do, school starts soon."

Duan Jun: "...?"

Her mind was in a daze for a while before she managed to sort out her thoughts: "You mean, you want to get this settled before March 1st?"

“Yes,” Lin Ting said with a troubled expression, “I only ranked fifth in the grade last semester. If I don’t study hard this semester, my mom will kill me.”

Duan Jun's mind went blank for a moment.

"No, don't you think what's going on right now is much more important than your schooling?" Duan Jun frowned. "Is your life less important than going to school?"

“Of course not.” Lin Ting said with an upright expression and unwavering determination, “In the face of scholarship, everything else is meaningless.”

Duan Jun: "..."

That sounds so pretentious.

She felt that Lin Ting wasn't the type of person who loved studying.

But her expression was so sincere that she couldn't help but believe it.

Lin Ting didn't miss a single change in Duan Jun's expression, and seeing this, she said, "To tell you the truth, no matter whether this matter is over or not, I will definitely go home when school starts. As for what happens to you then... I won't be able to help you from a distance."

Duan Jun frowned slightly: "Are you urging him to take action, or are you threatening me?"

Lin Ting said calmly, "I'm just telling you the facts."

Duan Jun tapped his forehead, remained silent for a long time, and then nodded: "Okay, I'll try to urge him. You get ready."

As she spoke, she reached out to take the roll of film.

Lin Ting pressed down on her hand: "You can't take this."

"Why?" Duan Jun asked, puzzled. "If you don't give it to me, how am I supposed to use it?"

“You yourself said you have no connections at the TV station, so I don’t believe any reporters or newspapers you’ve just found.” Lin Ting held the film roll in her palm, staring into Duan Jun’s eyes, and said, “You’ll see when it’s ready to be used.”

Duan Jun knew that Lin Ting didn't believe her; showing her was just a way of telling her that she had cards in her hand.

She withdrew her hand: "Fine, whatever you say."

Duan Jun didn't care who held the card; as long as the card was there, it would eventually be played.

"I'll be going now. Don't bother me if there's nothing else, it's too inconvenient."

Lin Ting took the opportunity to be lazy: "Okay, then I won't see you off, so as not to be seen by others."

Duan Jun waved her hand casually and left.

Shortly after she left, Jiang Zong knocked on the door and came in, carrying a cup in his hand.

He asked, "How did the talks go?"

Lin Ting's playful expression had long since vanished, replaced by a slightly serious one as she said, "She'll probably make a move, after all, she's in a hurry too."

Lin Ting's ramblings about studying hard would probably only be half-believed by Duan Jun.

Duan Jun's complaint was not wrong; she wasn't forcing Feng Hui to take action, but rather forcing Duan Jun to get involved.

There are some things that are too troublesome for her to do alone; the simplest way to handle things is to integrate resources and have everyone work together.

Moreover, the longer Feng Hui prepares, the more disadvantageous it will be for her, and it will not be beneficial for her to acquire the land that Jiang's father wants.

Jiang Zong handed her the hot milk, then opened the curtains before saying, "I've already contacted the person you mentioned. Uncle Nie will have someone bring her over. Her flight is tomorrow, and she'll arrive this afternoon."

"Okay." Lin Ting nodded slightly.

She silently assessed the current situation in her mind.

The time is almost here.

Lin Ting breathed a sigh of relief, took the milk, took a sip, and casually asked, "Hasn't A-Jin come back yet?"

"No."