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

Lin Ting's discovery of this desolate place was purely by chance.

The scientific way to put it is—it's pure luck.

Two days ago, she went to Wu'ai Market again to buy materials for beadwork.

In the past, the boss would always find her annoying because she bought too little, and it was impossible for her to negotiate the price down to zero.

But today, Lin Ting keenly noticed that her boss's resentment towards her had lessened considerably.

It felt like... if you got a zero on a math test, then getting a perfect score of 10 on an English test would seem excessively good.

Lin Ting found the zero.

His name is Yu Zhanjun, and he is the factory manager of a family-owned factory.

Lin Ting initially didn't understand what a family factory was—most factories these days are still state-owned enterprises, and the few that have been privatized have only been around for a few years. They certainly couldn't be called family businesses, right? Could it be…?

Just as Lin Ting was about to tell him her condolences, Yu Zhanjun introduced her to the basic personnel composition of his factory.

He is the factory director, handling everything from big to small matters;

My wife is the deputy factory director, in charge of finances, and occasionally she beats up the factory director.

The eldest son is the workshop director, responsible for coordinating production;

The eldest daughter-in-law is the warehouse and logistics manager; she decides everything from material intake and shipment to what dishes to cook for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

The second son is the transport team leader, responsible for picking up and delivering goods;

The youngest daughter is the factory manager's secretary, responsible for paperwork.

Oh right, his dog, Dahei, is the security captain.

—A family factory in the purest sense.

It's actually just a family-run workshop.

But Yu Zhanjun insisted that his family owned the factory, and even a small factory was still a factory. He didn't care about the strong nepotism; their advantage lay in their stable organizational structure!

Moreover, their machines are 80% new, and they can do everything that other big factories can do.

Don't underestimate a small factory.

Don't underestimate small factories.

Yu Zhanjun used his rhetoric to travel among various vendors to attract business for his factory.

However, the small factory's production capacity is limited, and the owners of Wuai Market get a headache just looking at him.

He produces beads and other small trinkets. The products he makes are also available to major factories, and the major factories supply more. The two parties have probably been cooperating for many years.

Who would want to waste time and effort on such a paltry deal? If you're not careful, you might offend a major supplier you've been supplying for a long time, and that would be a real problem.

They were all afraid, but Lin Ting wasn't.

She even felt it was just right.

This place was indeed remote, and on the way there, she kept her hand in her bag, clutching her cell phone, ready to call the police or smash Mr. Yu's head like a walnut.

Fortunately, Yu Zhanjun was not a human trafficker; he was a legitimate factory manager.

The factory manager is a legitimate factory manager, and the factory is a legitimate factory.

After meeting with all the factory leaders, Lin Ting and Factory Director Yu began negotiations.

She picked up a piece of paper and drew several kinds of beads that she wanted.

Although Yu Zhanjun had never done these things before, they were not difficult; he could make them with a little thought.

This is the largest order the Yu family business has received since its inception, but...

Mr. Yu wanted to curse.

The order amount was not low, 2,300 yuan, but only 300 yuan of net profit ended up in Mr. Yu's pocket.

Moreover, the delivery time is tight, and it takes three days of continuous work to complete the job.

Whenever the night is still and quiet, listening to the sound of the machines running, Mr. Yu always has a strange feeling—

He wasn't looking for big clients; he was willing to be a long-term laborer and even found himself a landlord.

……

"Dong dong dong."

There was a knock on the factory gate, but the security captain didn't call out; it must have been someone they knew.

Yu Zhanjun opened the door and frowned as soon as he saw something.

Landlord Lin looked at him with a smile: "Uncle Yu, it's been a long time."

Yu Zhanjun held the door shut with both hands, not wanting her to come in. He glared at her, his eyes full of suspicion: "What are you doing? It's not time to deliver the goods yet."

“Hey, I know, I know,” Lin Ting said with a bright smile. “I’m here to discuss a new order with you.”

Yu Zhanjun instantly switched to battle mode: "The price last time is absolutely unacceptable! I'd rather not do it at all than accept this job!"

"Okay, listen to you."

Upon hearing this, Yu Zhanjun slowly lowered his hand and let Lin Ting in.

Lin Ting was unusually easy to talk to today. She first inspected the goods that had been made before, and then with a wave of her hand, she placed an order for ten times the same amount as before.

Mr. Yu instantly found Lin Ting incredibly cute.

She even said, "There's quite a lot of stock. Why don't you deliver the finished products to my shop first?"

Yu Zhanjun cheerfully saw Lin Ting off, but when he turned around, he found that his deputy factory director was looking at him with a strange expression.

"What's wrong?"

Do you know how much profit we can make from this batch of goods?

"How many?"

"Working non-stop for a month, I can earn 3,300 yuan."

"..."

"Compared to the first order, each order has increased by an average of thirty."

"..."

"That doesn't even include the gas money for delivering the goods to her later."

Yu Zhanjun clutched his chest and weakly waved to his wife, "Don't say anymore, don't say anymore..."

Three thousand three hundred and thirty thousand—it hurts to not make money, but it's also painful to make money.

he……

"You little brat, next time you come to our door, just kick me out!"

Yu Zhanjun jumped up and down fiercely in the yard.

The youngest son put the last box of goods into the van and said, "Dad, don't be like this. It's not easy for Miss Lin to do business. Besides, she didn't make you lose money. Why blame Miss Lin when you can't handle the business yourself..."

Yu Zhanjun stared at his lust-blinded youngest son, furious: "She has a hard time doing business, but you, her father, have it easy? You traitor, I'll beat you to death!"

The transport team leader stepped on the gas and sped away.

……

Not long after Lin Ting returned to the store, the goods were delivered.

Feng Pan looked at the colorful beads, her eyes brightening slightly: "They're so beautiful."

"Sister Pan, can you make this kind of necklace?" Lin Ting drew a sketch on the paper.

After looking at it for a while, Feng Pan took the thread and picked out a few more beads.

With nimble fingers, a long necklace was quickly woven.

Her design was basically the same as Lin Ting's sketch, except for the blurry parts where she designed the knots herself.

Holding the necklace, Feng Pan looked nervously at Lin Ting: "Boss, is this okay?"

Lin Ting took it and looked at it for a while, nodding repeatedly: "It's good, it's perfect. With just these beads and thread, you can do whatever you want."

What Lin Ting asked her to make was actually the most common sweater chain in later generations.

These inexpensive trinkets will be everywhere in the future, but now, girls mostly wear gold, silver, jade, or pearl jewelry.

It looks nice, but it's expensive.

Girls love beauty, as evidenced by the fact that their beaded necklaces sell extremely well.

Feng Pan, habitually lacking confidence, said: "Boss, why don't you draw the design and I'll do the work?"

The things she had edited before were all based on the original with slight modifications. She felt she couldn't do it herself.

Lin Ting twirled the pencil twice and said, "Okay, but I don't want to draw."

Feng Pan: "...?"

Lin Ting looked at her, her voice full of self-righteousness and confidence: "I've already said, I'm only responsible for sourcing the goods and providing the sales venue. The production work is yours, I don't care."