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

Duan Jun was filled with impotent rage, wishing she could just walk over the phone line and beat Lin Ting up.

"Oh, don't be nervous. Tell me, do you need me to stop Feng Yao for a while?" Lin Ting put away her playful tone and turned to ask about serious matters.

"It really works." Duan Jun hesitated slightly. "But, can you do it?"

"Tsk, believe it or not, if I wanted, I could keep him for a month."

Duan Jun immediately replied, "I believe you, so you can keep him for a month!"

Lin Ting: "But I don't want to."

"..."

For a fleeting moment, Duan Jun felt that Lin Ting was sent down by God to punish him.

Moreover, she estimated that she must have been a notorious bandit who killed countless people in her past life, otherwise her crimes wouldn't have been so grave.

Lin Ting still didn't ask Duan Jun what she was doing, nor did she ask Feng Yao why he was pursuing her.

She hung up the phone, pondered for a moment, and asked Monk, "Where's Bai Yu?"

Monk said, "Brother Liang told him to keep an eye on things at the textile factory."

Since Bai Yu was sent to Lin Ting by the Bai family, his only notable achievement was working with Zhang Liang outside the textile factory to drive away the workers who had gathered to cause trouble.

Zhang Liang simply let him stay at the construction site permanently. With Zhang, the team leader in charge of the renovation, watching over him, he wasn't afraid that Zhang would come up with any more good ideas.

"Let him come over."

Lin Ting closed her eyes for a short rest.

After two classes, she was basically exhausted for the day...

She dozed off for a while, then Monk woke her up: "Boss, we've arrived at the teahouse."

"Ah."

Lin Ting regained her senses almost instantly, rubbed her face, and got out of the car.

Fang Deliang was waiting for her in the old private room. When he saw her arrive, Uncle Fang chuckled and sighed, "Zhang Liang is really a shrewd guy. If he went to university and became a cadre, he could be in my brother's position by the age of thirty."

"Does Uncle Fang mean you can get my brother Liang a government job?" Lin Ting asked with a smile as he took off his trench coat and hung it up.

"This guy, do you really think I'd be willing to let him go?"

“Of course I’ll release him if you can give him to me,” Lin Ting said as she sat down. “Brother Liang is like my own brother. If he can have a better future, I will definitely release him.”

"I really don't have that ability." Fang Deliang poured a cup of tea and pushed it in front of Lin Ting. "Boss Lin, someone wants to invite you to dinner."

Lin Ting raised an eyebrow slightly: "I definitely didn't check the almanac before I went out today... The food was bad, and the tea was bad too."

Fang Deliang sighed and downed a cup of tea, clearly troubled.

“The message was passed directly to my brother. You should understand what that means.” Fang Deliang sighed. “The eldest son of the Feng family, Feng Hui’s own brother… Girl, you’re right, this meal was really not good.”

Fang Deliang looked at Lin Ting, his eyes filled with undisguised worry.

Lin Ting observed Fang Deliang's expression, then smiled after a moment: "He just went to the school to look for me."

"Ok?"

Fang Deliang frowned even more: "This kid knew you wouldn't pay him any attention, so he's playing tricks on me."

After a pause, Fang Deliang lowered his voice and said in a tone only the two of them could hear, "I'll arrange for a few people to go with you tonight."

Lin Ting chuckled: "Uncle Fang, with your current status, it's not appropriate for you to do such a thing... It's alright, I know what I'm doing, he wouldn't dare to touch me."

"Sure?"

"Yes, don't worry."

Lin Ting took a sip of tea and asked, "Did you call me here today just for this?"

“Yes, it’s not convenient to say over the phone.” Fang Deliang frowned and muttered to himself, “What exactly is this Young Master Feng here for…”

"I'll let you know as soon as I figure it out tonight."

Lin Ting picked up the teapot, poured Fang Deliang a cup of tea, and then said, "Uncle Fang, I have something to ask you."

Fang Deliang stared at the teacup and suddenly shivered.

"I need to shoot a TV commercial. Do you know any directors or anything? Could you recommend one to me? Of course, he has to have all the equipment, or I can rent it for an extra fee."

Fang Deliang looked slightly confused: "Is that all?"

It's so simple, he could hardly believe it.

"That's all," Lin said. "I suddenly remembered it on the way here, so Liang-ge won't have to go."

“Okay, I do know a moviemaker, and he’s not bad. I’ll invite him out tomorrow, and we can have a meal together and talk about this.”

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

……

At six o'clock in the evening, Lin Ting stepped into the hotel.

Perhaps to show that he had nothing to hide, Feng Yao booked a private room at the Jiang family's hotel.

As soon as Lin Ting entered, the manager jogged over and whispered mysteriously in her ear, "Miss Lin, there are security guards in the two rooms next to the private room. If you need anything, just smash a glass as a signal!"

Lin Ting paused slightly: "Jiang Zong knows?"

She didn't tell Jiang Zong about this. Recently, Jiang Zong had been busy with the stock market and had lost weight.

She thought it would be better to let him rest for a while, and since the possibility of a fight would greatly increase if Jiang Zong came, she didn't tell him.

"I didn't tell the young master, but Young Master Feng made quite a commotion when he came, so the young master will probably find out soon..."

Lin Ting whispered, "If he comes, no matter what, don't let him in."

The manager nodded vigorously: "Okay."

After giving his instructions, Lin Ting stepped onto the last step and glanced at the two burly men he had seen that morning.

She walked at a leisurely pace in her high heels, only glancing back at Monk unintentionally.

Whenever this happened, Monk's senses were exceptionally sharp. Without Lin Ting saying a word, he stopped at the door of the private room and stared at the two people.

Lin Ting smiled and pushed open the door to the private room.

Only Feng Yao sat around the large round table. All the dishes had been served, and a bottle of Moutai was placed on the table.

"Miss Lin, we meet again." Feng Yao adjusted his glasses, stood up with a smile, and extended his hand to Lin Ting once more.

Lin Ting casually pulled out the chair facing Feng Yao and sat down, nodding indifferently.

Feng Yao seemed completely unfazed and sat down with a relaxed smile.

"I only remembered you when I heard your name," Lin said. "Is Feng Hui your brother?"

Feng Yao professionally played along with Lin Ting's feigned ignorance: "Yes, Xiao Hui is my only younger brother, my closest relative."

Lin Ting: "I hit him."

Feng Yao continued to smile, but his eyes grew increasingly cold. He paused for a moment, then said, "Miss Lin... seems to have ill intentions today."

Lin Ting: "You are the one who came here."

Feng Yao was choked by several words, but his composure was incredibly stable. He leaned forward slightly and looked at Lin Wen, saying, "It's admirable that Miss Lin is so successful these days, yet she still remembers my unjustly deceased brother."

Lin Ting: "Not specifically. I haven't hit many people, but your brother was the one I hit the hardest, so naturally I have some impression of him."

Feng Yao chuckled lightly, took off his glasses, and slowly wiped the lenses. His voice turned cold: "Miss Lin, aren't you afraid of overdoing it by swallowing my brother's textile factory whole?"