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

Zhang Liang would rather believe the beer was poisoned than believe that this grown man could get drunk from just half a bottle of beer.

But as it turns out, whether he believed it or not didn't matter; the man with the afro did indeed get drunk in a spectacular fashion.

"Why are you making such a fuss about drinking half a bottle's worth... If you can't drink it, then don't drink it. I'm not forcing you."

Looking at the unconscious man with the afro, Zhang Liang muttered a complaint and then decisively transferred Xiao Qian, the second-in-command, to the job with only one task—to continue drinking with him once he woke up.

Then, he went out with peace of mind.

……

After learning of this situation, Lin Ting fell into a long silence.

"what happened?"

Jiang Zong is very annoyed lately.

Because Lin Ting frowned too many times.

So much so that he occasionally had to recall a passage of criminal law he had memorized in his dormitory in order to barely suppress the thought of eradicating the root of the problem that floated through his mind three or four times a day.

"I'm a little annoyed."

Lin Ting, biting into a candied hawthorn, spoke somewhat indistinctly, "Feng Hui's group's skill level fluctuates wildly, and their intelligence also fluctuates wildly. I can't stand this kind of playing style."

Lin Ting doesn't actually like making detailed plans.

She usually sets a clear goal and basic direction when doing things, and the execution process involves constantly responding to challenges and making her own decisions.

This is what she excels at, and it's also what she's most efficient at.

However, the excitement of the game largely depends on the opponent.

Playing games like Feng Hui, whose intelligence and skill level are practically nonexistent...

Lin Ting was driven crazy by all the torment.

He's clever, yet his base was easily raided;

Call him an idiot, but his move to cut off the enemy's supply lines was quite brilliant.

Lin Ting was suspicious: "Could it be that he has figured out my way of doing things and is deliberately messing with me?"

Jiang Zong: "This is not the kind of wisdom he could possibly possess."

"Um……"

When she was feeling uneasy, Lin Ting chose to trust Jiang Zong's judgment.

She bit off the last hawthorn, threw the bamboo skewer, and it hit the trash can precisely.

"Never mind, deal with him."

……

"Brother Hui, are you sure you can handle this? Shen City is so peaceful and quiet... And I heard that Lin Ting is going back in a few days. If she personally takes charge, your acquisition of the textile factory might run into problems."

Inside the disco, Duan Jun sipped her drink half-heartedly, glancing at Feng Hui as she spoke.

Feng Hui, who had recently taken a liking to the twin sisters, scoffed at this, "What makes her so special?"

There's a reason why Feng Hui's performance fluctuated so much—because he didn't take Lin Ting seriously at all.

In his view, although he had indeed been beaten, he had not lost to Jiang Zong, nor had it had anything to do with Lin Ting; he had lost to the Jiang family.

His plan was to take advantage of the situation to acquire the textile factory, which would bring him real profits. As for dealing with Lin Ting? He would just go with the flow.

Therefore, even though Duan Jun was speaking in a serious tone, he still didn't feel nervous.

Just a woman.

She's just a very pretty woman.

Will he be afraid?

Duan Jun glanced at him sideways and said slowly, "She can go back and complain. Mr. Nie is based in Shenyang, and the Jiang family has connections in Shenyang."

Feng Hui choked for a moment, then calmly said, "Impossible. If the Jiang family gets involved, things will turn out differently."

"The Jiang family doesn't need to get involved; just giving Lin a phone number is enough."

"..."

"Can you control it?"

"..."

Feng Hui remained silent, his good mood for drinking and chasing girls completely ruined.

Duan Jun put down her wine glass and reminded her, "You'd better hurry up, things can get complicated if you wait too long."

Feng Hui looked displeased, picked up his mobile phone, and stood up: "Well, I'm going out to make a call."

No one answered Feng Hui's first phone call.

He cursed and then dialed another number.

This time, the call was answered quickly, and the person on the other end was quite friendly: "Xiao Hui, what's wrong?"

"Uncle Zhang, I'm sorry to disturb your rest."

Feng Hui smiled and was quite polite this time, completely unlike his usual smug demeanor.

"Hey, I haven't rested. So, what's up?"

The other party knew perfectly well what Feng Hui wanted to talk about when he called, but he just wouldn't say it directly, leaving it to Feng Hui to speak.

Feng Hui cursed the old fox in his heart, then said, "I just wanted to ask about the textile factory. Is it possible?"

"This matter..."

Uncle Zhang drawled out his words, took another sip of water, and then said, "Xiao Hui, this is a big deal. It's not something I can decide on my own, you know? When a state-owned factory is acquired by a private company, the first thing we need to do is to show that the company is insolvent before we can proceed."

Feng Hui had heard this kind of cliché more than once, so he asked directly, "How long will it take?"

“It’s already underway,” Uncle Zhang said sincerely. “If you’re going to do something, how could I not do my best? Besides, the conditions you’ve offered are very generous, and no one has any reason to refuse… But you really can’t rush things. This matter needs to be properly prepared; it won’t be resolved in just a few days.”

In fact, he was telling the truth. The conditions Feng Hui offered were so tempting that they had no reason to refuse.

But...

Five million is too much to buy a textile factory. Give him more time to work it out, and at least four million will go into his own pocket.

These days, there are plenty of people who buy state-owned factories for hundreds of thousands or even tens of thousands of yuan.

Who wouldn't want to stuff those stacks of banknotes into their pocket?

Upon hearing this, Feng Hui's lips curled into a cold smile, and his voice turned serious: "Uncle Zhang, I don't want to and can't wait too long."

Uncle Zhang was taken aback, but immediately said, "Okay, okay, don't worry, don't worry!"

He naturally understood the meaning behind Feng Hui's words—you can make a quick buck, but you can't delay my business.

"Okay, one week at most."

Feng Hui was extremely efficient; he gave a final deadline and then said goodnight.

After hanging up the phone, Uncle Zhang couldn't help but sigh with regret.

The delicious banknotes are going to benefit others!

Seeing him sighing deeply, his wife came over and asked, "What's wrong? Is it that young master Feng again?"

"Yes, Young Master Feng asked me to get the textile factory business settled within a week..." Uncle Zhang wiped his face, looking somewhat worried, "This will probably cost more than two million!"

He was heartbroken!

This isn't spending Feng Hui's money.

This is Gata's meat!

The wife wasn't surprised at all by the two million. She chuckled and said nonchalantly, "Then why did you have to lay so much groundwork? Bad debts are easy to handle, aren't they? Debt assessments and all that—it's just a matter of you signing off on the amount."

"That's... a bit too dangerous, isn't it?"

Uncle Zhang hesitated, but was clearly tempted.