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

"Don't just spout nonsense—a truckload of money, that's over a billion! If Lin Ting had that kind of money, would she need to coax and trick me into taking out a loan?"

Mr. Bai was so angry that he laughed. "She sells clothes and coal, not counterfeit money."

The secretary looked quite innocent, and could only try to make his expression appear more sincere: "Boss, I'm really telling the truth. Zhang Liang was driving a large Jiefang truck, handing out money to each store, and the truck was full of cardboard boxes filled with cash..."

Mr. Bai couldn't help but roll his eyes at his secretary and asked tactfully, "Have you been having dinner with that silly boy Bai Yu lately?"

secretary:"……"

A leader is a leader; even when he scolds people, no one can find fault with him or get angry... After all, the leader even scolds his own son.

Secretary Fang sipped her tea, noticing he was still somewhat dazed, and remarked, "It's just a return. Even if all the goods sold this year were returned, would it really cost the price of a truckload?"

The secretary paused for a moment, then widened her eyes: "Is he just showing off?"

Mr. Bai and Secretary Fang just smiled, and neither of them responded to the comment.

Zhang Liang made such a big fuss to convey only one message to the outside world—we're not short of money, so those of you who want to return goods don't need to rush, and there's no need for everyone to crowd into the long queue today.

People are only willing to believe what they see and hope will happen.

For example, with those boxes that are opened in public, no one knows whether what's underneath the layer of money is money or bricks.

But they all wanted to believe that it was full of money, and they also wanted to believe that the boxes on the truck were also full of money.

This is closely related to the image that the view outside the window has conveyed to the outside world in recent years—

Inside the store, there was an exquisitely decorated interior and professional, beautiful, and elegant salesperson that I had never seen before.

The factory offered higher wages than state-owned enterprises based on work performance, a canteen with three vegetarian dishes, one meat dish, and a soup, and welfare benefits such as direct cash payments during holidays.

Everyone has neighbors and friends, and the wages and benefits outside the window have long been known. I heard that you can earn around three hundred yuan operating a sewing machine in the factory outside the window, I heard that a salesperson earns over a thousand yuan a month, and I heard that even the night watchman gets a big red envelope of one hundred yuan for the New Year.

Of course, there are exaggerations or exceptions in this leaked salary and benefits report.

The flatbed sewing machine operator who earned 300 yuan had worked in the old textile factory for more than ten years, and that month she worked overtime for half a month, setting a record for piece-rate wages.

The saleswoman who earns over a thousand yuan a month has been the top salesperson for six consecutive months. She can remember every customer and their preferences, and she always gives them gifts and visits during holidays.

The red envelope that the night watchman received was indeed not 100 yuan, but 166 yuan.

Therefore, people outside have a consensus—there is real money outside the window, so they are willing to believe that the truck is full of money.

Therefore, Mr. Bai and Secretary Fang were only worried about whether Lin Ting had enough funds, and never worried that her backyard would be in trouble.

They had reason to believe that the lower-level employees wanted Lin Ting to get into trouble more than anyone else, even if it was just for money.

"Zhang Liang, that kid... is really good."

Mr. Bai sighed softly, his gaze involuntarily drifting to his secretary. He frowned slightly and added, "Stay away from Bai Yu in the future, don't let him lead you astray."

The secretary wasn't angry; she nodded, suppressing a laugh, "I understand, boss. Don't worry, I'll definitely learn more from Comrade Zhang Liang."

"Go and get busy."

After the secretary left, Mr. Bai sighed softly. Looking out the window, he remarked, "There are still many things we can learn from the internal work atmosphere of private enterprises. We should also learn from them."

"indeed."

Secretary Fang had just nodded when the telephone on the table rang arrogantly.

Mr. Bai picked up the phone casually and said "Hello," only to hear Lin Ting's hoarse but dramatic accusatory tone on the other end: "Uncle Bai! They're slandering me!"

Mr. Bai couldn't help but laugh.

"You knew already?"

"Okay, I understand. They're slandering me."

Mr. Bai put the receiver aside, pressed the speakerphone button, and gestured for Secretary Fang to listen in as well.

"Who exactly did you offend?" Mr. Bai asked directly. "You're even throwing mud at the Jiang family. Don't tell me it was some street thug who did it."

The Jiang family is deeply entrenched, and apart from ignorant and reckless hooligans, very few people dare to use such methods to harm them.

Mr. Bai counted all morning, but no matter how he counted, he felt that Lin Ting was going to die.

Lin responded with an "Oh," her tone flat: "Of course he dares, his father is in charge of foreign trade."

The Jiang family has many foreign trade businesses, and Li Yan's audacity in acting recklessly is indeed backed by something.

Of course, there are other hidden reasons as well—it's impossible for Mr. Jiang to personally confront a child; at least in the short term, he will only treat this as a joke.

Mr. Bai naturally understood the intricacies involved and was not confused.

"It's him." He frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then asked directly, "Do you have enough money?"

"That's enough." Lin Ting said with a smile. "Jiang Zong has already been detained by me."

Mr. Bai: "..."

Lin Ting chuckled, showing no sign of annoyance: "Uncle Bai, I'm fine here. Just letting you know I'm safe. But I've been wondering, how come I've never seen so many of these random newspapers before? Did they really issue so many publication numbers?"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Bai subconsciously looked at Secretary Fang.

They looked at each other, both seeing confusion in each other's eyes.

Yes, newspapers and magazines need to have an issue number to be sold, and every legally operated newspaper or magazine must be reviewed and verified.

Mr. Bai immediately said, "Okay, I understand."

"Okay, you're busy."

After hanging up the phone, Mr. Bai pondered for a moment. The other party's secretary said, "We'll also change our work process. This matter will be directly reported to the criminal investigation team for strict and severe punishment."

Secretary Fang habitually jots down his work in a notebook. As he wrote, he smiled and said, "Lin Ting always manages to find those overlooked details. Isn't that a talent?"

"Yes, what is she thinking?"

……

Lin Tingneng's thoughts were inspired by the ISBN application she made for her published lecture notes some time ago.

All I can say is... thank you, life!

As Jiang Zong watched Lin Ting make one phone call after another, his confusion grew even stronger.

After she finally put down her cell phone, he handed her a glass of water before asking, "Aren't you going to deal with the matter of your reputation?"

Lin Ting drank half a glass of water before saying, "To be honest... I didn't plan to deal with it."

deal with?

Self-proof?

Then you fall into a self-proving vortex?

She can't possibly open up to everyone and explain what she's been through along the way.

Explaining it won't make a difference.

She wouldn't speak the truth openly and honestly either.

This kind of gossip doesn't last long, especially since you have to pay to read the news. Most people would rather buy a couple more eggs than pay to read about a stranger's behavior.

When cutting down a tree, cut the trunk, not sweep up the leaves.

Lin Ting intended to handle the matter quietly, but she never expected that someone was working hard to protect her reputation.