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

Lin Ting succinctly explained her plan to Feng Yue—she would provide the raw materials, Feng Yue would provide the craftsmanship, and the trinkets they made would be sold in the shop, with the profits split 50/50.

She spoke casually, but Feng Yue listened with great anxiety.

"Boss, I... I'm your employee, I've already received my salary, I... I..."

She was nervous and uneasy, completely baffled as to why Lin Tingming, who had already paid her a salary, wanted to give her more money.

Lin Ting hadn't really thought too much about it.

If you want your employees to work diligently and stay committed, paying them enough money is the only way to succeed.

Moreover, these beads and shells are extremely inexpensive, and the current effect they achieve is entirely due to Feng Yue's excellent craftsmanship. You can't find someone like that in the labor market, and now that we have one in our own shop, we should definitely keep her close.

However, since Feng Yue had asked this question, Lin Ting had to give a sophisticated reason.

After a moment's thought, she said, "Sister Yue, I think your skills are worth it, so I'm willing to invest in you. Besides, the salary we agreed on before is your salary as a shop assistant, which is extra work, so of course we need to discuss it separately."

What are some ways to make employees reluctant to resign?

The only way is to outshine all other bosses!

Feng Yue subconsciously looked down at her hands.

Is this rope-making skill, which mothers often describe as "not doing proper work," "wasting things," and "not presentable," actually valuable?

She was confused.

She felt that the outside world was completely different from what she had experienced in the past twenty years.

Lin Ting saw her in a daze, and after a while, he waved his hand in front of her eyes: "Sister Yue?"

Feng Yue snapped out of her daze and noticed that Lin Ting's eyes were a little red.

Lin asked her, "Do you want to do it?"

Feng Yue was still a little unsure and asked hesitantly, "Can...I really do it?"

She was insecure to the core, and Lin Ting's appreciation was not enough for her to abandon the suppression she had endured for so many years.

Lin Ting smiled and said, "Anyway, we've already bought the beads. We'll probably have a little over half left after making the curtain. They're just sitting here anyway, so let's make them."

As Feng Yue pondered these words, her anxiety eased somewhat.

Using the leftover materials to make beads is certainly not a waste.

Feng Yue hesitated for a while before finally nodding: "Okay, I'll start making the curtain as soon as I finish the door curtain."

"Okay, then take your time, no rush." ​​Lin heard, "It will take another half month before we can open the shop."

"Okay! I will try my best!"

Feng Yue held the fishing line, her fingertips slightly white.

Lin Ting didn't stay long. She had lunch with Jiang Zong at Aunt Zhao's place before returning to school.

Jiang Zong asked her, "What are you doing this afternoon?"

Lin Ting vaguely felt that she had something very important to do, but she couldn't remember what it was.

She shook her head: "Nothing's wrong. Do you have something to do?"

Jiang Zong said, "Read books, or sleep."

Lin Ting: "..."

She remembered what she had forgotten!

She didn't do her homework.

Not only did I not do the grammar homework on Friday, but I also didn't do the homework on Thursday.

Wednesday's... I don't think I wrote that either...

Lin Ting felt that she would never be happy.

……

Why do I still have to do homework in college?

"Teacher, are you asleep? No, I'm not asleep, guess why?"

"Why would such an excellent teacher use homework to restrict students? We're all adults; we should trust each other more... For example, even if I don't hand in my homework, you should believe that I've definitely finished it..."

Inside the library, Lin muttered to himself while grimacing as he did his homework.

It seemed like he used all his strength.

Jiang Zong sat opposite her, holding a copy of "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils".

He would read for a while, then look up at Lin Ting, who was diligently doing her homework.

He looked at the thick stack of homework books next to Lin Ting and couldn't help but feel puzzled.

There's so much homework for English majors?

He remembered that Teacher Liang only assigned a little bit of homework.

Lin Ting suddenly raised her head and looked at him intently: "Jiang Zong, we are good friends, right?"

Jiang Zong nodded firmly: "Yes."

"Have you ever heard the saying—the most important thing between good friends is sharing?" Lin Ting continued.

Jiang Zong thought for a moment, then took out a bag of roasted fruit from his bag and pushed it to Lin Ting's side.

Lin Ting shook her head: "I'm not referring to food."

"what is that?"

"How about you share your novel with me, and I'll share my homework with you?"

Jiang Zong: "...?"

If he wasn't mistaken, she actually just wanted him to do her homework for her, right?

Is this... a problem?

Jiang Zong, always eager to help his friend, took the novel and sat down next to Lin Ting, asking her, "Which question don't you understand?"

"I can do all of them... but can you understand how it feels when I just can't control my hand to write a pen and can't do my homework?"

Lin Ting looked at him with expectant eyes.

Jiang Zong: "..."

……

Lin Ting's homework was ultimately written out by herself, word by word.

Jiang Zong firmly refused her good friend's suggestion to share, and watched her finish all her homework.

He himself read half of "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils".

Holding her homework piled high with writing, Lin Ting felt she had created a miracle in just one afternoon.

Her sadness at being dominated by homework only improved slightly when she returned to the dormitory and saw Su Yu just starting to catch up on her homework.

"Doing your homework? Have you finished? How much is left? Can you finish it today? I just ran into the class monitor, and she said they'll be collecting homework first thing tomorrow morning!"

Lin Ting leaned close to Su Yu with a mischievous grin, laughing heartily.

Su Yu: "..."

She pursed her lips and asked, "Have you finished writing?"

"Of course!" Lin Ting said shamelessly, "Do I look like someone who doesn't do their homework?"

Su Yu: "..."

Actually, they look quite similar.

Lin Ting ignored the doubt in her eyes, cleared her throat, and changed the subject: "Hurry up and write, the lights will be out soon."

Su Yu: "..."

Watching Lin Ting wash up, change into her pajamas, and lie comfortably on the bed, Su Yu felt even more heartbroken than Yi Ping, who couldn't get her living expenses.

She took a deep breath, picked up her pen and wrote a few more words, when the dormitory door was pushed open again, and Zheng Miaoying returned with her schoolbag on her back.

Su Yu immediately asked her, "Miaoying, have you done your homework?"

Zheng, the top student, said matter-of-factly, "I finished writing it on Friday."

Su Yu: "..."

Half an hour later, Li Zhi returned.

"Zhizhi, have you finished your homework?"

"Written yesterday!"

"..."

Half an hour later, Wu Yan returned.

"Yanzi, you... never mind, I don't want to ask anymore."

Su Yu felt that among the students in group 234, she was probably the only one who hadn't finished her homework.

Wu Yan casually put her schoolbag on the bed and leaned over to take a look at Su Yu's homework.

She was stunned.

A moment later, a cry of alarm rang out: "Oh my god! I haven't done my homework!"

Su Yu's eyes lit up instantly, as if she was about to cry from emotion.

"Oh... Swallow, you're such a good person!"

"What will I do without you, Swallow!"