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

A few days ago, when Lin Ting suggested that Jia Yong go to Shenzhen, he called Yang Libo.

If Duan Jun cannot stop Jia Yong, then Yang Libo will be the last line of defense.

Therefore, Yang Libo actually knew about Jia Yong and Feng Hui's scheme a little earlier than the TV station.

Moreover, the story is a superb, satisfying novel where all you know is that Lin Ting forces a young master from a high-ranking family and a coal mine owner from Shanxi Province to the brink of extinction.

Before Mr. Yang could recover from the shock, the next day's television news shocked him once again.

Then he learned that the young master of the compound had died in the street...

He pondered for a long time while fiddling with the skewer, and finally came to a conclusion—

Lin Ting, this should just be a pseudonym.

She might actually be surnamed Zhang, and her ancestor might have been that famous young marshal.

Once this idea was opened up, Mr. Yang's speed of enlightenment was as fast as a rocket.

Even if Lin Ting's surname isn't Zhang, he must be the child of some powerful figure, perhaps from a family with such influence that he could easily kill a young master from a prestigious family.

She can't be a front man; how could a front man possibly get along with the young master of the Jiang family?

Mr. Yang was almost impressed with his own wit.

Then he carefully composed himself—since the young lady was unwilling to reveal her background, and he wasn't without cunning, playing dumb at the right time would help the two sides communicate.

Therefore, when Lin Ting proposed to cooperate with him in mining, Yang Libo was not thinking about how much money he could make, but rather that his wit and talent had been recognized by the big shot.

It's about to take off!

Yang Libo nodded decisively, declaring his stance as if taking an oath: "I'm willing!"

Lin Ting: "...?"

This dramatic, death-defying tone... it feels so strange...

Yang Libo adjusted his glasses somewhat awkwardly before adding, "However, I have never done mining business before, so I need some time to prepare."

Interlaced like mountains.

Lin Ting couldn't hold onto this business, and neither could Yang Libo.

However, he has an advantage over Lin Ting.

Firstly, his maritime business had been operating for many years, and he had many capable subordinates, so he didn't need to put in much effort and could focus on researching secondary industries.

Secondly, his fearsome reputation would make people tremble wherever he went;

Thirdly, although he had never run a mine, he had traveled all over the country for many years and naturally knew a few coal mine owners.

Lin Ting expressed his understanding: "You can keep doing it. Even if you really can't keep going, I won't blame you. However—it's a one-year term. If I don't get a satisfactory return within a year, I'll choose to sell the mine and the company. I won't share that money with you."

Lin Tingding's 40/30 profit sharing only applies to the profits from the mine; she retains 100% ownership of the company.

She didn't have the energy to figure out how to run a mine well, so she outsourced the work. Yang Libo did the work, Yang Meiyun provided stable transportation, and she sat and counted the money.

If things don't work out, then sell the business. It's something you got for free, so it's never a loss.

Yang Libo was quite confident and said with a smile, "I don't think that day will ever come."

He actually wanted to switch to other businesses—business at sea was becoming increasingly difficult, and he always felt that this line was bound to run into trouble sooner or later.

So he went to Shanghai and Hainan Province to study stocks and real estate.

But as it turns out, he wasn't good at these purely intellectual games. If it weren't for his high comprehension and understanding of Lin Ting's "hints," he would have lost so much money in the stock market that he wanted to jump off a building long ago.

Yang Libo is very excited about this opportunity to enter another industry.

"Alright, let's draft the contract..."

Lin Ting took out paper and pen, feeling quite emotional.

This is truly a magical era; business partnerships can be finalized with just a few words. Twenty years from now, it would probably take thirty days of back-and-forth negotiations to make any progress.

In this era, everyone is in a hurry. They think more and move even faster, afraid of missing the next big trend and being left behind.

This applies to the business world as well—things that can be settled in one day should never be delayed until the next, lest things change.

However urgent the situation may be, the drafting of contract details still requires a considerable amount of time for discussion.

Lin Ting and Yang Libo talked from morning till night, and in the middle of the conversation, Lin Ting also had a nearly two-hour phone call with Yang Meiyun.

Luckily, it was made using Yang Libo's old mobile phone, otherwise Lin Ting would have been heartbroken about the phone bill.

As the neon lights dimmed, Lin Ting and Yang Libo finally signed their names on the final contract.

Lin Ting shook hands with him and then handed him a check for five million: "My accountant will go to the company to sort out the accounts in the next couple of days, and she will check the accounts every two months thereafter."

"I can't guarantee anything else, but the accounts will definitely be fine," Yang Libo said solemnly as he put away the check.

This is an investment, which will be transferred to the company's operating accounts.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Lin Ting glanced at the time; it was almost ten o'clock.

She said, "Shall I treat you to a late-night snack?"

"No, I have to go and muster my troops!" Yang Libo said, looking energetic.

His glasses were gone—when discussing the contract, he complained that the lenses were blocking his vision, so he casually placed them on the table, and then… casually smashed them.

Mr. Yang certainly doesn't have the temperament of a refined person.

Although Yang Libo was in a hurry to make arrangements, he still planned to send Lin Ting back to the Jiang family first.

"Mr. Lin, it's too late today, so I won't bother you. Could you please give my regards to Mr. Jiang?"

As Yang Libo spoke, he walked out, pushed open the door, and looked up to see a person standing by the car outside the coffee shop.

It drizzled tonight; the fine, dense raindrops, like mist and gauze, blurred our vision.

He was wearing a trench coat, holding an umbrella, and stood quietly by the car, patiently waiting for the girl to return home late.

Lin Ting stopped, a smile playing on her lips, and waited for him to come closer.

Looking at it, Yang Libo couldn't help but affirm his own cleverness once again in his heart.

"Since Young Master Jiang is here, I'll take my leave and not see you off," Yang Libo said to Lin Ting with a smile.

Lin Ting nodded repeatedly and said goodbye to him.

As they were talking, Jiang Zong had already walked up the steps.

He responded to Yang Libo's greeting, tilting the umbrella in his hand towards Lin Ting. The large umbrella shielded her from the wind and rain, protecting her safely.

"elder brother."

Having finally put an end to her worries, Lin Ting was in a good mood. The cobblestone path was a bit slippery, and she instinctively took Jiang Zong's arm.

"Are you hungry?" Jiang Zong asked.

"Hungry." Lin Ting nodded, tugging at his clothes, her eyes fixed on the ground.

She didn't look at the dark clouds on the horizon when she went out today, and she wore a pair of high heels.

When they realized it was raining...

And indeed, I didn't panic.

She knew that Jiang Zong would come to pick her up.

If he doesn't come, she can buy a pair of flat shoes.

In short, she won't fall.