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

What Lin didn't know was that what collapsed wasn't the building, but rather Boss Fu's perseverance over the years.

He didn't want to continue fighting the factory to the death.

They also felt that 300,000 yuan was enough for the couple to live out their retirement.

He readily agreed.

Lin Ting didn't arrange a time that day, but said she would rush back tonight and find him again tomorrow.

Mr. Fu didn't try to stop him. After hanging up the phone, he happily went to accompany his wife to buy groceries.

Holding the mobile phone, Lin Ting finally understood what Duan Jun had said.

"He was so happy that he didn't even try to bargain!"

Lin Ting frowned, her mind drifting inward: "Is that building still standing?"

"I don't know," Duan Jun also found it absurd. "I thought you guys would argue for at least three or four days."

Selling a house isn't like selling cabbage; you're not going to give in so easily, are you?

Lin Ting hesitated for a moment, then said to the outside room, "Taozi, tell Mengke to go to Sanlitun and see if that building is still there."

It's not that she's overthinking things; it's just that Boss Fu's behavior has changed so drastically!

Everyone tends to think the worst.

Duan Jun glanced at the teddy bear in Lin Ting's arms and clicked her tongue: "How old are you? You still sleep with a doll?" As she spoke, she tried to take the bear away from Lin Ting.

Lin Ting turned around and shielded the teddy bear behind her, casually boasting, "My brother bought me a whole wall of teddy bears—I'm not bragging, but all the teddy bears in my house are related to me."

Duan Jun raised an eyebrow: "Oh? Your brother is really good to you."

Lin Ting nodded almost instinctively: "Of course."

Duan Jun looked at her and smiled in a rather meaningful way.

Lin Ting felt a chill run down her spine from her gaze: "Don't look at me like that, as if I've done something to wrong you."

Duan Jun recalled a scene that Gao Che had mentioned during a casual chat with her before, shook her head, and decided not to upset herself, so she simply changed the subject: "Seriously, can you really revitalize Uncle Fu's factory?"

“Of course,” Lin Ting stretched, “This 200,000 yuan difference is definitely not me taking advantage of him. A good idea is worth a thousand pieces of gold, understand?”

Lin Ting was indeed confident that he could help Boss Fu earn back ten or even a hundred times the 200,000 yuan.

So... how can you say she got the better deal?

……

The next day.

Lin Ting and Duan Jun met Boss Fu again at 10:00 a.m.

Looking at the person in front of them, the two women rubbed their eyes simultaneously, almost unable to believe what they were seeing.

Boss Fu, who was dressed in a suit and tie just a moment ago, is now wearing a worn-out undershirt, and his gold watch is gone. You couldn't find him even if you threw him into a pile of old men.

Duan Jun, who was more familiar with him, couldn't help but ask, "Uncle Fu, are you... taking a break today?"

"Yes, it's time to rest," Uncle Fu said, his face even more radiant than before. "From now on, we'll all be resting!"

Duan Jun looked bewildered: "What do you mean? What good thing happened to you? Have you made enough money and are you ready to retire from this life of crime?"

Lin Ting punched her and corrected her: "That's called retiring from the martial world."

"Retiring from the business" is not a good thing; people who use this term to indicate retirement are generally not good people.

Boss Fu just smiled, not caring about Duan Jun's words, and said with a smile, "It's not that I've made enough money, it's that I've let go."

After making that decision, he felt completely relieved, free from all the worries that had been weighing on him.

Lin Ting tentatively asked, "Are you planning to... quit the business?"

Uncle Fu's current state is exactly the kind of relaxed feeling that only those who voluntarily retire can have.

Boss Fu immediately nodded: "Yes, I'm quitting. I plan to transfer the factory out, and then I'll take the money and your aunt on a trip... After working hard for most of my life, it's time to relax."

Lin Ting: "..."

she……

She has a suggestion, but she hasn't said it yet.

Mr. Fu didn't know what route Lin Ting had planned for him, and only said, "Xiao Lin, if there are no problems on your end, shall we go and complete the formalities today? I've already spoken to my friend, and we can get the name change done today."

Duan Jun glanced at Lin Ting and couldn't help but say to Boss Fu, "Uncle Fu, if you encounter any difficulties in the operation of the factory, I can help you with this."

They both knew about Mr. Fu's difficulties, but they couldn't just openly admit that they had investigated them, could they?

Upon hearing this, Boss Fu was slightly taken aback, turned to look at Lin Ting, and subconsciously asked, "A solution? What solution?"

But then, without waiting for Lin Ting to speak, he waved his hand with a self-deprecating laugh: "What good solution is there? To be honest, my factory... it's small, has few products, and hardly any customers. It's been losing money all these years."

A few days ago, he would never have said those words to them under any circumstances.

But now, he can face his failures with equanimity and is naturally unafraid to talk about them.

"It's not going to work... I don't want to think about it anymore."

He said so.

Lin Ting looked at his feigned nonchalance, remained silent for a moment, and then said directly, "Recall the batch of goods you recently sold and destroy them in public. Find reporters to publish a report on this matter and spread the word widely—"

"This is a product quality issue that you discovered yourself. Although no consumers have complained, you cannot deceive consumers. From now on, any product quality issues will be handled fairly."

She spoke slowly and deliberately, in a calm tone.

Mr. Fu was stunned, staring at Lin Ting in disbelief.

He's been in business for so long, even if he's failed, he still has experience with failure.

As he imagined the scene Lin Ting described in his mind, his heart, which had been forced to accept its fate, began to beat again involuntarily.

Is he really going to give up?

of course not.

He just felt that he had already wronged his wife enough and couldn't let her suffer with him anymore.

If he were truly willing to give up, he wouldn't have deliberately worn out his clothes, nor would he have told the two younger people about his predicament.

It seemed that only in this way could he force himself to let go completely.

Lin Ting's words stirred his desire.

Beside her, Duan Jun looked at Lin Ting, her palms sweating.

This girl really has a good idea.

She doesn't do business, but she does buy things.

If a brand dares to publicly state that it will not tolerate product problems and is even willing to spend a lot of money to directly destroy problematic products, then she will definitely feel that the products of this brand are reliable.

She couldn't help but scrutinize Lin Ting, wondering how this girl's brain worked.

Even if there are no problems, we'll still do it this way.

That's a bit unethical.

But it doesn't seem to have caused any serious consequences.

It's hard to say whether her idea is good or evil.

Lin Ting ignored Duan Jun's probing gaze and said to the boss, "Of course, the premise for doing this is that your product quality is up to standard. And after that, you must put product quality issues as your top priority. If product quality issues occur again, it will not be a mistake, but a lack of ability."

"This method can bring your brand into the public eye in the shortest amount of time, but at the same time, you will not have the chance to make the same mistake again."

"Whether or not to do it is up to you to decide."