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

Lin Ting selected some hair accessories suitable for her shop and said, "Sister Zhang, please give me 100 pieces of each of these. If you find similar styles in the future, just give me a call and I'll come and check them out."

“Okay!” Sister Zhang immediately agreed, adding, “I’ll keep an eye on things for you when I’m loading the goods… I mean, these light-colored, simple styles, I understand.”

Lin Tingchao gave her a thumbs up: "That's a really good summary."

Sister Zhang needed some time to pack the goods, so Lin Ting told her to keep busy and went to wander around the clothing stalls next door.

She was quite familiar with these stall owners. Her act of clearing out the stock before the New Year had made them remember her kindness to some extent. So when she came, the owners greeted her with smiles and pleasantries. She didn't seem to be there to buy more goods; rather, she seemed to be on an inspection tour.

Lin Ting wasn't in a hurry to order the goods. She just looked at the styles and pondered... She still needed to find a factory to customize directly. These similar clothes were really not competitive.

So the question is, how much does it cost to acquire a garment factory with a complete production line?

She estimated that 180,000 wouldn't be enough.

Lin Ting's brain was racing at full speed, all she could see were numbers, until—

A string of bright red candied hawthorns was handed to her.

Lin Ting: "...?"

Jiang Zong handed the candied hawthorn forward and said, "It's delicious."

Lin Ting: "..."

After eating fried dough twists, it's reasonable to have a candied hawthorn skewer; hawthorn aids digestion.

She took the candied hawthorn, took a bite, and then remembered to ask, "Where did you buy this?"

Why didn't she see that there were other vendors selling candied hawthorns nearby?

Jiang Zong turned around and pointed precisely at an uncle selling candied hawthorns who was surrounded by children.

He looked at Lin Ting with a questioning gaze, as if to ask: How could you not see such a big person?

Lin Ting really didn't see it.

She was thinking about something serious.

She suddenly discovered that besides being good-looking, Jiang Zong had another remarkable trait—he had excellent eyesight; among a vast crowd, he could always pinpoint the food vendor with pinpoint accuracy.

They stood side by side, eating candied hawthorns.

After eating a few, Lin Ting felt her teeth were about to crumble from the sourness, so she held up the half-skewer of candied hawthorns without putting them in her mouth.

Jiang Zong seemed to be in a good mood, and even took the initiative to ask, "Is there anything else you want to buy?"

"Hmm..." Lin Ting thought for a moment, then pointed to a place selling trinkets not far away, "Let's go take a look over there."

"it is good."

Nowadays, decorative items are really limited. The most common items are celebrity posters and music boxes, where a little ballerina will tirelessly spin around when you open the lid.

It's fun, but it's not what Lin Ting needs.

Even the calendar wasn't what Lin Ting wanted.

She didn't want a bright red peony calendar, nor did she want a calendar featuring pretty movie stars.

She walked around almost the entire stall, and finally bought a pack of fishing line, a box of plastic beads, and a box of seashells.

Wandering back to Sister Zhang's stall, I found that she had already packed up the hair accessories.

"Listen, it's 3526 in total, you can give me 3500." Sister Zhang placed a large bag of hair accessories on the stall.

"Okay, thank you, sis." Lin Ting took out the money to pay the bill, and just as she was about to grab the big bag, Jiang Zong had already taken it away.

The items were numerous and heavy, causing Jiang Zong's fingers to turn slightly white from the pressure.

Lin Tingchao held out his hand: "Let's take them together."

“No need,” Jiang Zong said, “it’s not heavy.”

He was quite persistent, and no matter what Lin said, he wouldn't let go.

Therefore... we have no choice but to give up.

They left Wu'ai Market and took a taxi back to school.

The car stopped in front of the store. The outside looked unchanged, but once the door was opened—

I almost choked to death by the smell of paint.

Lin Ting quickly took a few steps back, then pulled Jiang Zong out again.

"Boss, you're back!"

Feng Yue, with her sharp eyes, spotted Lin Ting and ran out.

She was covered in plastic sheeting and wore a newspaper hat, but even so, some paint still got on her face.

Her eyes sparkled as she looked at Lin and exclaimed, "Boss, come in and take a look! The shop is so beautiful!"

Lin Ting choked and sneezed several times. He was hesitant to go inside, so he said, "It's okay, I'll just watch from outside."

Zhang, the head of the renovation team, came out when he heard the noise. He first nodded to Jiang Zong, and then said to Lin, "Ms. Lin, we checked the circuit and water supply again yesterday, and we only started painting today... One coat is definitely not enough, we need to paint it again after it dries completely."

Lin Tingzheng was peering through the window at the room when he heard this, and nodded repeatedly: "Sure, it's up to you."

Feng Yue cleaned their windows spotlessly, and then covered them with plastic sheeting while painting, so not a single speck of paint got on them, allowing for a clear view directly into the room.

It was a sunny day, and the interior walls, painted in a combination of dark and light blue, had a touch of seaside cottage charm.

It is often said that northerners' longing for the sea is the same as southerners' anticipation of snow.

Therefore, Lin Tingcai chose blue as the main color for the shop.

What we want is to be different.

The smell of paint from inside the shop had already drifted outside. Lin Ting straightened up and said to Feng Yue, "Sister Yue, stop working here and come with me to get some things."

"Okay."

Actually, Lin Ting didn't assign any work to Feng Yue these past two days.

She figured that Feng Yue had just moved to the backyard, so there must be a lot of washing and cleaning work to do. Besides, the renovation team didn't lack laborers, so it wouldn't hurt to let her rest for a few days.

Feng Yue arrived early anyway. She wasn't good at technical work, but she was more than capable of handing things over or pouring water. She also took over the chores of grocery shopping and cooking.

Hearing that Lin Ting had work for her, Feng Yue's eyes lit up with joy. She immediately took off the plastic sheet and paper hat, folded them neatly, and placed them in a corner where they wouldn't get in the way. Then she followed Lin Ting to the backyard.

Grandma Li was turning over the vegetable patch in the yard; she was probably preparing to plant vegetables.

When she saw Jiang Zong come over, she frowned at first, but seeing that he was carrying such a big bag, she didn't say anything and pretended not to see it, thus giving her tacit approval.

"Sister Yue, these are the goods we'll be selling later. The shop isn't finished being renovated yet, so we can only leave them here with you for now."

Upon hearing this, Lin was about to ask Jiang Zong to put the things inside when he saw that Jiang Zong had already placed the large bag at the door.

Seeing Lin Ting looking at him, Jiang Zong explained in a serious tone, "You can't just enter a lady's room."

Lin Ting jokingly asked subconsciously, "Why don't you just let me in and take a look?"

Jiang Zong was bewildered.

Why can't you just walk in?

He doesn't know.

Perhaps his father knows.

But he didn't want to ask.

Seeing his embarrassed expression, Lin Ting couldn't help but laugh out loud.

She smiled and told Jiang Zong to wait outside, while she and Feng Yue carried the enormous bag into the room.

Beside her, Grandma Li would glance at Jiang Zong every time she turned over the floor.

Seeing that he stood obediently in the yard, neither glancing around nor peeking, the old lady nodded unconsciously, seemingly pleased.

She paused for a moment, put down the hoe, went back into the house to get a thermos, and brought it to Feng Yue's hut. She said curtly, "Oh, I boiled too much water. You can drink it."