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

The store closes at 8 PM.

Today's sales figures have indeed dropped to 1898 yuan.

After settling the accounts, Lin Ting settled Feng Yue's share and commission for the day, amounting to 92 yuan. As usual, Lin Ting left 300 yuan in change in the money box, and then…

He followed Feng Yue to the backyard, taking small, hesitant steps.

She was a little flustered.

I hope I won't get tackled.

Aunt Zheng's tailor shop still had customers, two female classmates who came to pick up their clothes.

Aunt Zheng's cooking skills are excellent, and her prices are fair. In addition, Zheng Miaoying is a well-known figure in the school, and word of mouth among classmates spread quickly.

When Lin Ting encounters customers in her shop who need their waists or trousers altered, she will directly recommend Aunt Zheng's tailor shop.

Grandma Li didn't comment on Aunt Zheng's tailor shop in the courtyard, nor did she ask for a rent increase; she seemed to quite like the large number of people in the courtyard.

Lin Ting greeted Aunt Zheng by the window, then turned and saw the emaciated Feng Pan.

She carried a bowl of noodles and limped out of the kitchen. When she saw that there was someone else with Feng Yue, she stopped and instinctively wanted to go back to the kitchen.

"Big sister." Feng Yue ran over in a few steps and reached out to take the bowl from her hand. "This is my boss. She has something to tell you."

"Don't move, it's hot." Feng Pan subconsciously avoided her sister's hand, holding the hot bowl herself, and nervously looked at Lin Ting.

Lin Tingke was all too familiar with her appearance.

Wasn't she just like this when she first met Feng Yue a month ago?

However, Feng Yue's condition wasn't that serious, probably because she was being protected by her older sister.

Lin Ting smiled and said, "Is this Sister Pan? I'm sorry to bother you."

Feng Pan subconsciously shook her head, wanting to say something, but not knowing how to start.

This boss is so young.

What could the boss possibly want from her?

Does the boss think that her presence here is affecting her sister's work?

Feng Pan really had no reason to think the best of things.

She awkwardly placed the bowl of noodles in front of Lin Ting and whispered, "Boss, you, you eat."

She made this bowl of noodles for Feng Yue, but Lin Ting heard about it, so she decided to give it to her.

Lin Ting pushed the bowl to Feng Yue and explained to Feng Pan, "I ate tonight, and Yue-jie hasn't eaten yet, so let her eat first."

Feng Yue didn't stand on ceremony and sat down to start eating.

Feng Pan stared wide-eyed, then quickly pulled at her younger sister: "Yue'er, you..."

"It's alright, Sister Pan. I came to see you. Let Sister Yue eat; she's exhausted." Lin said, pulling Feng Pan's hand to make her sit down as well.

Feng Pan felt the hand holding hers was soft and warm.

Lin Ting took out a few handicrafts that she had just picked up from the shelf and placed them in front of Feng Pan: "Sister Pan, Sister Yue told me that you taught her to make these things?"

Feng Pan instinctively felt that her younger sister had been caught by the boss for not doing her job properly at work.

She immediately said, "I taught her that, boss. I'm sorry, I'll definitely tell her off, and she'll never do that again..."

In a daze, Lin Ting felt that she saw Feng Yue again.

Feng Yue whispered, "Sister, the boss isn't blaming me, it's just that... this can make money."

Feng Pan: "...?"

She was stunned.

Can this kind of frivolous thing really make money?

Lin Ting smiled and said, "Sister Pan, this business is a joint venture between Sister Yue and me. I provide the raw materials and the sales venue, while she is responsible for the production. We split the sales revenue 50/50."

Feng Pan: "..."

She was even more confused.

My sister is doing business with the boss.

Lin Ting continued, "The problem now is that Sister Yue also has to manage the shop and handle sales. Even if she puts all her effort into this job, the amount she makes alone isn't enough to meet the demand. So, if you'd like to do it, could you come and help us?"

Feng Pan blinked blankly, at a loss for what to do.

Before today, she was just a piece of trash living in a pigsty, about to be sold.

How did she suddenly become useful in just one day?

She habitually underestimated herself, which led her to overlook one thing—weaving was a skill she already possessed, and she even did it better than Feng Yue.

She was never useless, nor did she suddenly become useful.

She was simply extinguished and buried in the dust.

Feng Pan stared at the beads, silent for a very long time.

Lin Ting didn't rush her, but patiently waited for her to calm down.

After a long silence, she said:

"I do."

Feng Yue smiled, tears glistening in her eyes.

Lin Ting smiled and reached out her hand: "Sister Pan, let's make money together."

……

Feng Yue wasn't lying; Feng Pan's cooking skills were indeed better than hers.

Feng Pan can do the tricks she knows, and she can also do the tricks she doesn't know.

Today, Feng Yue shines brightly in the store, while Feng Pan works diligently in the backyard.

Lin Ting, the boss, has finally found complete leisure time. During the day, he attends classes, eats, and plays with the cats and dogs... In the evening, he strolls around the shop, calculates the accounts, collects money, and makes a few phone calls to order goods according to the inventory list...

She figured that if she waited another two months until Feng Yue could stand on her own, she could be a hands-off boss and just count the money.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, ten days have quietly slipped away.

Sales at 'Outside the Window' have stabilized, with daily profits of two to three hundred yuan during the week and around five hundred yuan on weekends.

Lin Ting was very satisfied with this number, after all, she would have to wait a few more months to reveal her trump card, and the current 'outside the window' did not have any real competitiveness.

"Boss," Feng Yue said with a furrowed brow and pouting lips as she returned from buying food, "Aunt Zhao just told me that someone near the Normal University is selling the same beaded bracelets as ours! She thought we were the ones selling them!"

Lin Ting wasn't angry about the plagiarism, but rather surprised: "They plagiarized so quickly? There are still many skilled craftsmen."

Plagiarism will be unavoidable, not just now, but in the future as well.

Yiwu Small Commodities City is valued at 60 billion yuan, which sounds like a huge pie, but no one can monopolize it.

In this era where intellectual property protection is practically nonexistent, Lin Ting has no intention of making money through creativity.

Because no matter what kind of idea it is, it will become commonplace within half a month at most.

Feng Yue was initially very anxious, but seeing Lin Ting's calm and composed demeanor, her heart unconsciously calmed down.

The boss will definitely find a way!

Lin Ting did have a plan. She wasn't one to sit idly by and wait for death. Since she had considered that the beaded necklaces made by the Feng sisters would be copied, how could she not have a contingency plan?

Lin Ting glanced at her watch and muttered to herself, "I didn't expect it to be so fast. I still ordered too late... Oh well, you watch the shop, I'll go and urge them."

"Okay." Feng Yue looked at Lin Ting with expectant eyes, feeling that once she went, the stalls at the entrance of the Normal University would be overturned.

Lin Ting certainly didn't go and overturn their stall.

She hailed a taxi and headed straight for a small workshop in the eastern suburbs.

The driver had never heard of the place she mentioned, so Lin Ting had to act as a human navigator the whole way.

Half an hour later, the driver parked the car in front of a small courtyard, his face ashen: "This fare is going to be a huge loss!"

"Then will you wait here for me for a while?" Lin Ting suggested. "I'm going to talk to someone about something, and I'll be back in about half an hour."

Faced with the choice between driving back to the city empty or waiting in place for half an hour, the driver decisively chose the latter.

He glanced out the window and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Why did you choose this godforsaken place to discuss business?"

Lin thought for a moment and replied, "Maybe because it's clean?"