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

"Alright, alright, now it's our turn to be roasted over a fire!"

"No, who is it that instigated the workers to sit in protest at the government building? Isn't this deliberate provocation?"

“It counts, it really counts. Two people set up a stage to perform, one of whom is Bai Yu. Do you want this opportunity to make a contribution?”

"..."

"Xiao Fang, you said that Lin Ting... she... she won't encounter this kind of thing in the future, so let Xiao Yu handle it?"

Mr. Bai was unusually nervous, looking as if he was prepared to sacrifice his own family for the greater good.

Secretary Fang pondered for a moment and said, "I don't think so. Miss Lin is not a person without a sense of propriety. The reason she is acting this way is twofold: firstly, she really has no choice. It's so chaotic, how can she possibly resolve it? Secondly... I think she is expressing her dissatisfaction. After all, she didn't handle things very well before. She is not the type to be threatened by others."

He subtly relayed a message to Lin, and also took the opportunity to introduce Lin's personality to his superiors.

Mr. Bai had a headache. He pressed his temples and said, "It would be better if that were the case. Otherwise, I might as well just retire."

He just wanted to find a teacher for his mentally challenged son, but instead, the teacher was used against him.

Secretary Fang looked at him with a smile, feeling inexplicably happy.

Alone Better Together.

It's only fair if everyone gets scammed together!

……

At this moment, recruitment notices are posted every three to five meters outside the gate of the textile factory and on the surrounding walls.

A crowd gathered to watch, with occasional whispers and discussions.

Some people were diligently taking notes and making plans, while others expressed their dissatisfaction:

"The salary seems high from this perspective, but the problem is that the base salary is low. It's only 120 yuan as a base salary, and the rest is paid on a piece-rate basis. How hard must it be to work?"

"Private jobs are nothing compared to a secure, stable job; it's just a nice way of putting it..."

"Capitalists like that would have been living in cowsheds twenty years ago!"

In the empty factory, Zhang Liang strode over to Lin Ting, reported what he had heard outside, and concluded, "Boss, you've become a capitalist."

Lin Ting blushed: "That's so embarrassing, I don't deserve it. Based on my debts, I'm at most middle class."

"Boss, they're not really complimenting you."

"I know, but I can't control what other people say, I can only control my own thoughts."

Lin Ting, holding a stack of old architectural drawings of the textile factory from back then, said as he walked, "Never mind them. I didn't want them anyway, since they're just coasting along. Go tell Master Wang to arrange the content of the recruitment exam, and also tell Uncle Fang that the background checks should be done on the new employees, especially the security guards."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Zhang Liang stopped and tugged at Mengke, saying, "You must take good care of the boss's safety. I'll be back in an hour at most."

Monk always did a good job with such straightforward arrangements, and he nodded readily: "Okay, no problem."

Zhang Liang hesitated for a moment, then looked at Bai Yu and said, "You, just do whatever the boss tells you to do. If you don't understand something, ask a few more questions. Don't make decisions for the boss."

Bai Yu had just performed a skit with Zhang Liang and was in high spirits, so upon hearing this, he nodded decisively: "Okay, no problem!"

Zhang Liang glanced at the two of them, still somewhat uneasy.

He decided to communicate with Master Wang as quickly as possible and try to get back within half an hour.

Ahead, Lin Ting was already talking to Captain Zhang, who was in charge of the renovation, about the factory's reconstruction.

"Repair what needs repairing. The flatbed sewing workshop doesn't need to be touched. Also, build a workshop here and there for me, which will be used as a dyeing and printing workshop in the future."

Team Leader Zhang looked at the plot of land Lin Tinghua had chosen, and after a moment's thought, said, "Building here isn't a good idea. The requirements for wastewater discharge in the dyeing and printing industry are high, so this place isn't suitable."

Lin Ting is very receptive to professional advice, and nodded slightly upon hearing this: "Then where do you think would be a suitable place to cover it?"

“Building a factory here is possible, but we’ll have to change its function. We’ll use it as a warehouse, which will make it very convenient for goods to come and go. We can convert the old warehouse into a dyeing and printing workshop.” After giving his professional advice, Team Leader Zhang considerately asked, “What do you think, Ms. Lin?”

"You're the professional, I'll listen to you."

Lin Ting simply flipped open a blank sheet of paper, wrote down her requirements one by one, and then handed the paper to Captain Zhang: "These are my requirements, you can arrange them."

Team Leader Zhang glanced at the contents of the paper; they were concise and to the point, with few requirements.

He stroked his chin and nodded slowly: "I basically understand. Here's what you'll do: give me a day, and I'll have everyone in the team come over so we can discuss the best way to make the changes."

Lin Ting was somewhat surprised: "One day?"

One day is enough?

That's way too fast!

Team Leader Zhang thought she was complaining about the slowness, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Then I'll hurry up, half a day is fine too!"

"No, no, no, there's no need to rush. Actually, I meant that it can be arranged in two or three days. There's no need to rush. Don't exhaust yourselves."

Lin Ting chuckled self-deprecatingly, "I'm not really a capitalist who likes to exploit people."

Team Leader Zhang relaxed, but still insisted on his initial time requirement: "One day is enough. There's not much work to be done, so we don't have to dawdle."

"Okay." Lin Ting nodded. "I'll give you all the power. You decide everything, from the materials to the personnel."

“If…” Zhang glanced at Bai Yu and continued, “If we could arrange some engineering vehicles, the efficiency would be much higher, and it could be completed in a month at most.”

Lin received his eye signal, but didn't take advantage of the small gain. She said, "Rent it if you want. There's no rush to turn it into a warehouse. Just get the factory ready so I can start operating."

Team Leader Zhang recalled the conditions of the various factory buildings he had just inspected and affirmed, "It's mainly about repairing the doors and windows and checking the electrical circuits. A week should be enough."

"But if there's a problem with the machine, then there's nothing I can do."

Lin Ting smiled and nodded: "I understand, you are not responsible for the problems with the machinery and equipment."

"Row."

Team Leader Zhang agreed and immediately borrowed Monk's mobile phone to call his team members.

Lin Ting was still busy, and she randomly checked several machines. Although the models were old, they were working properly, and the collective property was well protected.

Sitting behind the sewing machine, she habitually called out, "Brother Liang, please make a note for me—have Master Wang order three times the original amount of raw materials; the garment factory is preparing to move, and the new location will be dedicated to the handicraft workshop. Oh, and the handicraft workshop needs to hire another batch of workers. Uncle Li can also make a few more tables when he has some free time; we also need to hire a chef, someone clean and who can cook delicious food..."

She was talking non-stop, while Monk and Bai Yu stared at each other in the back.

Monk gestured to Bai Yu with his eyes: Remember, I'm all about fists, not brains.

Bai Yu: So fast, how can I remember?

Monk pulled a roll of toilet paper from his pocket and stuffed it into his hand.

Bai Yu: "...?"

After hearing the third point, Lin didn't hear a response from Zhang Liang. She subconsciously turned around and saw her bodyguard and new secretary exchanging glances and winking at each other.

Lin Ting: "Where's Brother Liang?"

The question was easy to answer, and Bai Yu immediately said, "I went to the garment factory."

"Yes."

Lin Ting lightly patted his head, gave up on having Bai Yu record it, and took out his mobile phone to contribute to the country's communications development.

Bai Yu tugged at Monk and whispered, "Does the boss know I can't remember?"

Monk glanced at him and replied in Mongolian, "No, the boss just thinks you're unreliable."

"Huh? What did you say, bro?"

"It's nothing, I was just complimenting you."