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

Lin Ting quickly recognized the innocent-looking girl.

Because the cinnabar mole between her eyebrows is mentioned repeatedly in the book.

She is Zheng Miaoying, a heroine from a poor family, resilient, academically excellent, but also a hopeless romantic.

Zheng Miaoying is always the vulnerable one in the novel.

She was bullied by her awful relatives at home, bullied by her classmates at school, and even subjected to PUA by Chen Jun in her relationship... Despite being ranked first in her grade, she ended up giving up a good job to become a housewife and have several children.

Lin Ting said that it's difficult to comment.

She recalled the plot: Zheng Miaoying's mother should be hospitalized with a broken bone and urgently need medical expenses. She wanted to set up a stall to earn money... Then Chen Jun saw her, ruined her business, and then helped her pay the expenses as a savior.

Lin Ting stated that he couldn't have written such a terrible plot without suffering from cerebral thrombosis for twenty years.

She nodded to Zheng Miaoying and casually greeted her, "You're setting up a stall too?"

"Um...um." Zheng Miaoying looked at Lin Ting timidly, extremely nervous.

In the past, whenever Lin Ting saw her, he would always give her a cold look and speak in a sarcastic tone.

She was really afraid of her.

This time, Lin Ting didn't say much because she didn't want to be associated with the male and female leads at all.

Instead of saving others, focus on making money.

After giving a perfunctory greeting, Lin Ting carried her large sack and squeezed out of the crowd, leaving Zheng Miaoying standing there with a head full of question marks.

She... just walked away without scolding herself a few times?

Lin Ting certainly didn't just float away; she rode a bicycle.

Lin Ting didn't go too far. After making two turns, she stopped her bicycle at the bus stop.

This bus stop has three bus routes and is located near several residential compounds, making it a small transportation hub.

It's a perfect spot for setting up a stall.

Lin Ting locked the car, took the socks out of the sack and held them in his arms. After spreading the sack on the snow, he untied the socks that were tied together and spread them out one by one.

Having done all that, she cleared her throat and, taking advantage of a bus stopping, began to shout at the top of her lungs:

"Two pairs of pure cotton socks for three yuan! Pick and choose whatever you like!"

"Three yuan! You won't regret it! Everything is only three yuan, everyone!"

The "family members" who had just gotten off the bus were startled by the sudden shout and instinctively turned around to look.

In the cold wind, a pretty little girl stands amidst a pile of scattered socks.

The scene was jarring, yet inexplicably eye-catching.

Someone walked over, inspecting the socks for quality as they asked, "Two pairs for three yuan? Can you give me a discount?"

"Auntie, I really only earn a penny or two from hard work. Look at these socks, the pattern, they're all fresh goods from the south. To get these little bit of stuff, I left home at five in the morning, when it was still dark..."

Lin Ting's mouth opened and closed repeatedly, but her central thought was only one: it couldn't be cheap.

She rattled off a long string of words, leaving not only the buyers dumbfounded, but also Zheng Miaoying, who had just walked over intending to sell things in the family compound.

Zheng Miaoying thought Lin Ting had come to buy things, and never expected that she would also set up a stall.

Lin Tingke was one of the richest students at school.

She stood still, watching from afar as Lin Ting was gradually surrounded by a stream of buyers, silently reciting her sales pitch.

"Sister, look how pretty these patterns are! When we visit relatives during the New Year, we can't just wear pretty clothes; our socks can't be shabby either!"

"Yes, yes, two pairs for three yuan. You know what you're doing. Socks of this quality would cost two or three yuan a pair in a store. Why are they so expensive? They have to pay the rent and utilities!"

"Don't let my street stall fool you, my socks are of excellent quality. You can buy them and wear them with confidence; they'll last for a year or two."

Setting up a street stall in temperatures of minus twenty degrees Celsius is definitely a tough job.

Walking makes you breathless and your throat hurts, let alone listening to Lin Ting's endless chatter.

A short while later, she couldn't help but cough.

Exhaling puffs of white mist, Lin Ting's eyes were wet with physiological tears. She looked pitifully at the group of aunties and sisters around her and explained, "Cough cough, don't worry, everyone, I'm not sick. It's just that my throat hurts when I talk too fast."

"This child has had a tough time," one of the older women said. "My husband's son is good for nothing but asking me for money."

As she spoke, the aunt picked out four pairs of socks first, and without further haggling, gave Lin Ting six yuan.

Lin Ting happily accepted the socks, adding a friendly reminder: "I've been here all morning! If you have any problems, I'll exchange any socks you bought from me!"

In fact, even if she didn't say anything, people would definitely come to her if they found something wrong with the socks.

But once it's said aloud, it inexplicably makes the buyer feel more at ease.

Moreover, this is also an unintentional advertisement—what if the buyer's neighbors also want to buy socks? They can come to her!

Once one person takes the lead, more and more people will buy.

While collecting and counting the money, Lin Ting kept an eye on the bus stop. Every time a bus stopped, she would call out to her family members who were not related to her but were still her relatives.

It's human nature to join in the fun, and many people who got off the bus saw the commotion and gathered around.

Ninety pairs of socks sold out in just over half an hour.

As Lin Ting folded up the sacks, he said, "My sister has a stall elsewhere, and she has a lot of goods there. If you're not in a hurry, I'll go get more, or you can go home first and come down in half an hour. I'll be right here."

As she spoke, she got on her bicycle and rode off in the opposite direction from Wu'ai Market, right in front of everyone.

After taking a detour, Lin Ting finally returned to Wu'ai Market.

The familiar sock stall, the familiar auntie.

The aunt was shocked when she saw Lin Ting's empty sack: "How did you sell them so quickly?"

Lin Tingxian handed over two yuan and ten cents, smiling and saying, "Because Auntie's socks are good, they're very popular."

The aunt took the money and laughed, "You have such a sweet tongue, young lady."

Lin Ting sold nine packs of socks for a total of 135 yuan. After deducting the money returned to the aunt, she had 132.9 yuan left.

The price of 69.9 yuan when I left home has almost doubled.

Money is really easy to make right now.

Lin sighed inwardly, counted out 128 yuan and handed it to the aunt: "Auntie, I want 16 packs this time."

"Row."

Twenty minutes later, Lin Ting's stall reopened.

Not far from the Wu'ai Market, at the entrance of the family compound, Zheng Miaoying also set up her small stall.

"Three, three yuan for two pairs... You won't be cheated... Family..."

In the cold wind, Zheng Miaoying mumbled something for a long time, but her words were blown away by the wind before they could reach anyone's ears.

An uncle shoveling snow listened for a while, then came over and asked her, "Girl, are you selling socks and chanting sutras for them?"

Zheng Miaoying: "..."

The uncle took out three yuan: "If you recite a passage from the Ksitigarbha Sutra for me, I'll buy two pairs of shoes to burn for my dad."

Zheng Miaoying: "..."

She doesn't know how to do that.