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

"So... you convinced Yang Libo to work for you in just half an hour?"

Yang Meiyun looked at Lin Ting with disbelief in her eyes.

Although she firmly believed that Yang Libo would follow Lin Tinggan, she had not expected things to develop so rapidly.

Which leader would easily agree to become someone else's subordinate?

Lin Ting smiled brightly: "Sister, strictly speaking, he's working for the two of us."

Yang Meiyun: "..."

That's not entirely wrong, since she did get a share of the money.

Lin Ting took out the things Yang Libo had brought for Zhang Erhu and said to them, "Brother Hu, these are things that Boss Yang brought for you—he gave them to me before we started discussing the cooperation. They should all have been brought from Shenzhen. The specific usage and dosage are all included. Figure out how to use them."

Yang Libo's thinking of Zhang Erhu is truly a matter of affection, and this needs to be made clear.

Zhang Erhu was stunned for a moment, then looked a little embarrassed: "Boss Yang, you're too kind. It's not a serious illness."

Looking at his left arm, which was wrapped up so tightly it resembled a mummy's, Lin Ting couldn't help but sigh inwardly—what a tough guy.

She didn't know or imagine how painful such a large area of ​​burns would be. After being hit with that blow last time, she felt that this was the limit of her endurance.

Therefore, when faced with Zhang Erhu, who was capable of what he himself could not, Lin Ting expressed admiration, utmost admiration.

But I sincerely hope that he won't have this opportunity to play a tough guy again in the future.

"Sister, Tiger will be discharged from the hospital in about a month. If you need anything during this time, just let me know."

Although the weather has cooled down recently, reducing the risk of infection, skin grafting technology is not available now, and Zhang Erhu's injury will take a long time to heal.

Yang Meiyun had already recovered from the initial anxiety and returned to normal. She waved her hand and said, "It's okay, you don't need to worry about me. I went out for a walk yesterday and bought two courtyards. Once they're all sorted out in the next few days, everything will be much more convenient."

Lin Ting: "...?"

She rubbed her ears, feeling like she had misheard.

What did she say? She bought two... pounds of oranges?

Seeing Lin Ting's shock, Yang Meiyun smiled gently: "What are you thinking? We're already in the suburbs, it's very remote."

Lin Ting asked instinctively, "Where is it?"

Yang Meiyun: "Sanlitun".

Lin Ting: "..."

Admittedly, Sanlitun has hosted many commercial and cultural events in the past two years, and its status in Beijing has been growing day by day. However, in the eyes of most people, it is still a suburb and cannot be compared with Wangfujing and Xidan.

In fact, at that time, there was no large-scale housing purchase concept in mainland China – the housing provided by work units was enough for living, so why would anyone buy commercial housing?

Yang Meiyun, however, has a particular fondness for buying houses, and this is not only due to the influence of the economic environment in the south.

Her explanation was that she didn't have a home when she was young, and she and her sister always had to live at the mercy of others. After she became wealthy, she developed a particular fondness for buying houses.

"Besides, you've acquired so many shops in the capital. Sister, why don't you offer yourself up? You can give me the delivery jobs from now on, okay?" Yang Meiyun looked at Lin Ting with a smile, as if she just wanted to get some business for herself.

Lin Ting understood that she was helping her.

Lin accepted this sentiment.

She nodded: "Okay, give me a quote later, and I promise I won't haggle."

"Alright, then I won't sell these two courtyards after I've used them this time. They can stay here from now on."

“…generous.”

Making money can often be a very interesting thing.

Some people are obsessed with money, but end up working hard all day and getting nothing in return.

Some people simply want to provide their employees with a stable and comfortable place to stay, but they end up buying into the latest trends.

Lin Ting didn't stay at the hospital long. She talked to Yang Meiyun, and a few words were enough. There was no need to put in any effort.

But with Duan Jun...

"How did your report to Mr. Jiang go?" Duan Xiaowu probed subtly.

Lin Ting perked up and dodged the question: "I gave a very good report. Are you questioning my eloquence?"

Duan Jun wouldn't question Lin Ting's eloquence; what she wanted to know was Jiang's father's attitude! Attitude!

Ke Lin didn't respond. He just wouldn't take the bait!

The two remained silent for a short while before Duan Jun chose to ask about something else: "How's your fundraising going?"

Lin Ting held a check for 15 million in his hand, but shook his head upon hearing this: "It will take time. You know, when you deposit money, you only need to bring the money to the bank, but when you withdraw money, you have to go through a lot of procedures."

Before Duan Jun could ask any more questions, she said, "Next week, I'll have my secretary come over and sign the contract."

Duan Jun asked in confusion, "The timing isn't a problem, but it's a nine million contract, aren't you coming in person?"

Lin Ting: "School's starting soon."

Duan Jun: "..."

Forgot, she was a good student.

Duan Jun pressed her temples, finally unable to resist Lin Ting's prodding, and asked, "Has Mr. Jiang come to the capital?"

Lin Ting didn't answer but asked instead, "Why are you asking that?"

Duan Jun glared at her, staring at her fiercely: "What do you mean, 'what'? I'm the project leader now, of course I have to talk to him."

Lin said "Oh" and asked, "What time would you like to schedule?"

Having already said it, Duan Jun decided to be frank: "Of course, the sooner the better. There are many things to prepare, and I'll be busy for the next few days. So, the sooner things are settled on his end, the better."

Lin Ting tapped her forehead, hesitated for a while, and then said somewhat awkwardly, "How about this, Master is taking me to meet some friends tonight, you can come with me."

Duan Jun was a little worried: "It's probably not clear in just a few words, and meeting him just once wouldn't be very meaningful."

Lin Ting sighed: "It's only because of you... In that case, I'll arrange a private room for you next door, and you can go out to talk at a later time, okay?"

Duan Jun laughed: "Okay, that's great, then thank you for your hard work."

Lin Ting pursed her lips, took a sip of tea, and emphasized, "I wouldn't care if it were anyone else."

"grateful!"

Duan Jun clasped her hands together and thanked Lin Ting, saying, "From now on, your shop is my shop, and I guarantee there won't be the slightest mistake!"

"It's not like I'm using my master to manipulate you..."

Of course, she wasn't using this trivial matter to insure her own shops—some of those shops sold milk tea, Jiang Zong owned half of them, and Zhang Qing was in Beijing, so there was no need to worry about anyone causing trouble.

Her reversal of the relationship was simply because Jiang's father and Duan Jun were about to discuss official business.

In negotiations, the active and passive roles are quite important.

"I've come to you for help, okay?"

"……Fine."

That evening, Lin Ting introduced Duan Jun to Jiang's father: "Master, this is Duan Jun, the fifth daughter of the Duan family, and my friend. I had tea with her this afternoon, and when she heard that you were in the capital, she insisted on visiting you. I thought that since it was a gathering of friends today, I brought her along."

Upon hearing Lin Ting's words, Mr. Jiang instantly understood what she meant.

He remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was overjoyed.

Look, his daughter is protecting him.