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

The average price of the beaded bracelets sold by Lin Ting was about 1.8 yuan;

The average price of the first batch of followers has dropped to 1.2 yuan.

They all produce and sell their own products, making them pioneers with the highest unit prices.

The real trend was started by those small workshops that saw the potential for profit. They had skilled artisans and aggressively seized the market with their large quantities of goods.

Without a doubt, they are all intelligent people with a very high degree of market acumen.

But the bad news is—there are too many smart people.

The cake is only so big; if too many people want a slice, they'll fight tooth and nail for it.

Just as large, well-capitalized manufacturers had squeezed out several smaller factories through price wars and were preparing to sit down and reshape the market...

Lin Ting threw their cake away.

They knew that these beads could still be sold in the surrounding small cities. Perhaps the prices there wouldn't be as high as in Shenyang, but they could still be sold.

But something doesn't feel right!

They were organizing production and seizing the market, offending all their competitors. In the end, they ended up selling in nearby cities.

So what were they after when they were waging a price war?

Why not just sell it somewhere else?

Admitting defeat is out of the question. They feel that they were too slow last time, and the long price war gave Lin Ting time to throw away the cake.

So this time, they need to be quick.

Revenge or anything like that should never be left unresolved overnight.

Of course, the first step in launching revenge is to buy all the styles.

……

"Oh my, these necklaces are so pretty. I have a lot of daughters, so I can have one of each."

A middle-aged man put on a kind father's face and smiled at Lin, who was behind the counter.

Lin Ting sat behind the counter, slowly trimming her nails. Without even lifting her eyelids, she lazily said, "Okay, the price for all styles is three thousand eight hundred and eighty."

The middle-aged man stared in disbelief, exclaiming in shock, "Why didn't you just rob it!"

Lin Ting sat up straighter and said seriously, "Snatching directly is illegal."

Uncle: "..."

That makes a lot of sense.

The middle-aged man took three deep breaths, barely suppressing the urge to curse, and walked to the counter. He tapped the table with his fingers and said, "Young lady, leave some room for maneuver, so you can meet again in the future."

He uttered those words through gritted teeth, clearly wanting nothing more than to tear Lin Tingsheng apart.

Lin Ting looked him up and down, then shook her head after a moment of silence: "You're not good-looking, why would I want to see you again?"

Uncle: "...?"

Is this sentence also interpretable in this way?

And why is he not good-looking?

When he was young, he had many girls chasing after him!

The middle-aged man got angry and tried to flip the table.

lift--

Another upheaval—

But the table seemed to be welded to the ground, and it couldn't be moved at all.

Lin Ting looked at his flushed face, chuckled, and said, "Uncle, if you don't have the ability to flip the table, you have to accept the beating. I'll give you another chance to look at those ornaments. Take a closer look and see if the beads and accessories inside can be bought on the market."

The middle-aged man frowned and turned back to look.

He works in this industry, so he knows exactly what's available and what's not.

These things... are indeed not available on the market, but it's not difficult to make them in a factory.

Lin Ting continued filing her nails and said slowly, "You can find someone else to buy them for you, but then you have to take the beads to find the parts. By the time you find them and the factory produces them, it will take at least a week, right? Then they will arrange production, and another week will have passed."

"Time flies like an arrow; in these two weeks... I'm not sure I'll be able to produce anything."

The uncle was a smart man; he keenly perceived the key point in Lin Ting's words.

He asked, "Can you tell me the address of the parts factory?"

half a month.

Unfortunately, it just so happened that this was the exact time they went from sensing something amiss to starting to divide the spoils.

He had no doubt that if Lin Ting were given another half month, she would throw the cake again.

Lin laughed: "You've already paid 3,880 yuan for the ticket, how could I let you wait for the construction period? I have ready-made parts to sell to you, but the condition is that your market price must be the same as mine, so we can all make money together."

Lin Tingcong never thought he could monopolize a whole piece of the pie in such a disorderly market competition.

After all, Feng Yue and Feng Pan's productivity is their Achilles' heel; it's absolutely impossible to capture the entire city's market with something just two people creating.

We can all make money together.

But what is rightfully hers, she cannot lose an inch of.

The middle-aged man was a seasoned veteran. He squinted slightly, carefully examined the ornaments, and said, "I'll think about it."

He couldn't let Lin be fooled into paying 3,880 yuan in tuition fees after just a few words; it would be safest to ask his supplier.

"Go ahead." Lin Ting didn't try to stop him and let him leave.

After he left, Feng Yue leaned closer and whispered, "Boss, will he come back?"

"Of course." Lin Tingsheng was confident of victory.

"But... three thousand eight hundred and eighty..." Feng Yue felt uneasy.

With so much money, would he buy it?

Lin Ting's lips curled up slightly, her smile somewhat cruel: "They've already crippled a bunch of small and medium-sized factories and workshops with their price wars. Now all that's left are large factories. What did these people do before? Handicrafts, curtains. Their suppliers aren't small."

Why did she let them copy for half a month? She wanted them to fight it out themselves and sort it out themselves.

Those who have survived until now must be quite wealthy.

"Large factories have to wait in line for orders, so it's impossible for them to arrange production immediately just because someone says they want it. As for small factories... they've just finished fighting tooth and nail, and it's good enough if they don't kick us when we're down. Do you really expect us to put our hearts and souls into producing for them? Even if a small factory does get an order, it will still take a week from purchasing raw materials to production."

This timeframe wasn't something Lin Ting came up with while sitting in the shop; it was because Yu Zhanjun's family factory needed three days of round-the-clock operation—this was because Lin Ting's order was small, and that small amount of stuff couldn't satisfy the appetite of a large factory.

Feng Yue seemed to understand, but not quite. She thought for a while and then asked, "Boss, what if they buy the ingredients from us and then find a factory to produce them? Won't they still not make any money in the end?"

“It’s not that we can’t make money, there are price restrictions, it’s just that it’s not as easy to make money as before,” Lin Ting turned to look at her. “This kind of thing is actually unavoidable, but we can make them behave better and save us some trouble in the future… If you can snatch a new batch of goods after they get the raw materials, it will be much easier for me to operate, with a 21-day cycle.”

Chinese people seem to be particularly sensitive to the number "three," for example, "things don't happen more than three times" and "once, twice, but not a third time." If the same thing only happens twice and doesn't happen a third time, the first two times are likely to be attributed to luck. But if it happens three times in a row, the subconscious will feel that the fourth time is to be expected.

If someone thinks it's just a coincidence after four consecutive occurrences... then that person is a bit dim-witted.

Feng Yue let out a long "Oh".

She didn't quite understand what Lin Ting meant, but she remembered the last thing she said.

"Don't worry, boss, my sister and I will definitely be able to make a new design with the other half of the beads within half a month!"

Yes, of the styles currently displayed in the store, only half of the new beads have been used.

Lin Ting was two cycles ahead of them.

That's her confidence.