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

Generally speaking, money can solve most problems, including not having money.

Lin Ting's problem right now is that he has no money, he really has no money.

According to Jiang Zong, a private financial advisor who has only her as a client, Lin Ting currently has no more than three million yuan in cash at her disposal.

He then quietly added two more points: "The textile factory in Shenyang has been established for so long, and now is the best time to take it over. You also need to invest in the mining sector."

Lin Ting remained silent.

It must be said that Jiang Zong knew her quite well.

From the moment Feng Hui began laying the groundwork for acquiring the textile factory, she had already set her sights on reaping the benefits.

The textile factory has well-equipped workshops and production lines, as well as a large number of skilled workers. Taking it over is of great importance to Lin Ting.

She has already expanded her business to the capital, and the capital market is a must-win territory for her.

Advertising is indispensable...

Admittedly, Lin Ting gained a lot from this incident.

Unfortunately, her opponent didn't drop gold coins, so she had to spend money to keep the spoils for herself.

The textile factory was her foundation, and it was something that could not be touched under any circumstances.

and so--

“Master, I want to use 30% of the mining company’s shares as collateral to get a loan of 20 million.”

Looking at the various documents in front of him, Mr. Jiang pondered for a moment before adopting a businesslike attitude: "I'll lend you this money personally, at an annual interest rate of 5%, to be repaid in five years, or I'll take over your shares."

The interest rate offered by Mr. Jiang was definitely a friendly price. Currently, the interest rate for commercial loans over one year has already exceeded 10%, and even if you only borrow for six months, the interest rate is still around 8%.

Lin Ting was a little embarrassed: "Master, you're basically giving this away for free. The interest probably won't even cover the currency devaluation, right?"

The serious expression on Mr. Jiang's face vanished instantly. He smiled and looked at Lin Ting: "Daughter, you saved me fifty gold bars. Besides, money is not important to me at all."

Lin Ting instantly grasped the key point: "Is it really that important that the Feng family isn't around?"

Mr. Jiang looked at her, unable to hide his admiration.

"Yes, the Feng family is firmly opposed to my going to the capital. They think I am uncontrollable, so they would rather cooperate with someone like Jia Yong than let me fail."

Lin Ting: "They really went all out, very hard."

Mr. Jiang smiled and said, "But you've paved a way for me, my dear."

As he spoke, he took out his checkbook, quickly wrote a check, and handed it to Lin Ting along with the documents on the table: "You still have to talk to Yang Libo, right? Take these things, and don't tell them you've already mortgaged them."

Lin Ting accepted the check with both hands, without looking at the amount on it, and sincerely said, "Thank you, Master."

"Don't talk nonsense." Father Jiang patted her head. "Come on, put your things back. There's a new restaurant on Huanghe Road. I'll take you to try it."

"Master, I haven't written the IOU yet."

“I have a drawer full of IOUs. There’s no need to urge those who will pay back, and a piece of paper won’t help those who won’t.” Father Jiang put his arm around Lin Ting’s shoulder. “Daughter, for every penny I lend out, I’m prepared that the other party won’t pay it back.”

Lin Ting turned her head to look at him: "What if I really can't pay it back?"

“Then you can come and work for me,” Mr. Jiang said with a smile. “I’ll earn more.”

As Mr. Jiang spoke, he opened the door to the study.

The next second, he saw his eldest son standing outside the door.

Jiang Zong: "Father, I need money."

Mr. Jiang instinctively reached for his wallet: "How much do you need?"

"Twenty-one million."

Mr. Jiang paused, his hand still: "Why do you need coins of both whole and odd amounts? What are you going to do with them?"

Jiang Zong: "I was blackmailed."

"No, I was blackmailed."

"..."

That evening, Chiang's father knocked on Chiang Tsung's door with a cup of hot milk in his hand.

"Tell me, what do you need a million for?"

Mr. Jiang knew his son well and simply ignored the 20 million.

Jiang Zong, dressed in his pajamas, sat upright on the sofa and replied, "Buy stocks."

He reached out to take the milk cup, only to find that his own father had already taken a sip.

Jiang Zong: "..."

Mr. Jiang looked at the milk in his hand, then at his son's hand frozen in mid-air. He turned around, opened the door, and said to the passing nanny, "Excuse me, could you heat up another cup of milk for Xiao Zong?"

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Jiang Zong: "No need, I don't want to drink."

Jiang's father ignored his refusal, sat down next to him, and cut straight to the point: "The stock market isn't doing well lately, are you sure you want to buy?"

Jiang Zongyan succinctly stated: "Hong Kong stocks."

“Oh…” Mr. Jiang seemed to be thinking, then frowned. “The Hong Kong stock market is very volatile.”

Jiang Zong did not answer and refused to communicate.

Chiang's father then asked, "Are you going to Hong Kong by yourself, or what?"

Jiang Zong: "Ah, go in."

Father Jiang nodded slowly: "That's good, Ah Jin is very steady now."

The nanny brought in the milk, and Jiang Zong, who had just said he didn't want it, still took it.

As Mr. Jiang watched him drink milk, a smile flickered in his eyes.

He said, "I'll give you five hundred tomorrow, do it if you want."

After saying that, he left without waiting for Jiang Zong's reaction, leaving behind the words "Go to sleep early".

Jiang Zong sat on the sofa in silence for a long time, then got up and took out recent Hong Kong newspapers, reading them one by one.

……

"Boss Lin! Long time no see, long time no see!"

In the coffee shop, Yang Libo saw Lin Ting and immediately stood up, his eyes shining as he greeted her.

I hadn't seen Yang Libo for several months, and he had gained some weight. I wondered which master had given him some advice, because he was now wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

Looks like... a major villain from a Hong Kong movie.

“I’ve heard about what happened in the capital,” Yang Libo said, his expression turning serious. “How are the Erhu brothers?”

"He's doing well. The treatment was timely, and he's recovering quite well now." Lin Ting's lips unconsciously curled up into a smile.

"That's good, that's good." Yang Libo unzipped a travel bag on his seat. "I brought some tonics for Brother Erhu, um... lung-clearing, heat-reducing... and this medicinal wine, it's a cure-all for sprains and bruises."

Lin Ting: "..."

She could understand the first few items, but this last medicinal wine... could it be a gift from some master?

Yang Libo introduced the items, then stuffed them back into his bag one by one, and said, "If Boss Lin returns to Beijing, please take these to Brother Erhu for me."

"no problem."

Lin Ting felt a sense of comfort, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

She said, "I've asked you to come here today because I'd like to discuss a business matter."

Yang Libo's eyes lit up instantly: "Boss Lin, you tell me, I'll follow your arrangements."

"Cough cough..."

Lin Ting was annoyed by his eagerness to be a subordinate.

She knew Yang Libo trusted her a lot, but such trust... put a lot of pressure on her!

After all, she really had no master to introduce to him, nor any lightning-struck wood to form a connection with him.

She does have a rare teddy bear, but I doubt Yang Libo would buy it.

Even if he wanted to buy it, she couldn't bear to sell it.

What she didn't know was that these past few days, Mr. Yang had been watching the news every day, and then... he suddenly realized something again.