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

Some people might wonder why the seven gourd brothers had to copy Lin Ting's words.

Actually, they didn't just copy Lin Ting's stuff; they copied everyone. They copied anything that sold well on the market.

Let them innovate on their own?

Sorry, I'm used to copying, I don't know how.

The consequence of not being innovative is that they can only accept their fate and pay the price in this round of competition.

Lin Ting counted the money with a broad smile: "Thank you for your patronage. Please come again next time."

The seven gourd brothers rolled their eyes inwardly, but smiled broadly and said, "Good, good, good."

Feng Yue handed them ten portions of raw materials, her mind completely blank.

How could you make so much money in just a few days?

She couldn't believe her eyes.

"Sister Yue, close up shop. We're closed for the day."

Lin Ting said this while counting the money.

"oh oh."

Feng Yue quickly closed the door and also drew the curtains and door curtain.

Lin Ting counted the money and handed it to Feng Yue: "Here, for you."

Feng Yue stared at the thick stack of money, but didn't dare to take it.

"Boss, this is too much!" Feng Yue shook her head vigorously.

Lin explained, "This is the cost of the design they bought, and we agreed to split it 50/50. I did the work of selling the materials, so I didn't give you any of it."

Lin could understand Feng Yue's situation, because if it were her and her older sister, they wouldn't have been able to come up with the idea of ​​buying and selling materials even if they racked their brains.

But she still felt very panicked!

Can you really earn this much money doing handicrafts?

how can that be possible?

Now, not only do businesses lack the concept of intellectual property rights, but even the two original creators themselves don't.

They never thought that their creativity itself could be sold for money.

Lin Ting stuffed the money into her hand and said, "Aren't you going to take Sister Pan to see a doctor? Besides, you've already brought out your household registration books, why don't you buy a house and move your household registration out? This is what you deserve, not charity from me."

She may be a scoundrel, but she won't betray her own people.

What is rightfully hers will not be taken away in the slightest, and what is due to them will not be given away in the smallest way.

Looking at the money in her hand, Feng Yue suddenly burst into tears.

"Waaah... Boss..."

Lin Ting: "Hold it back."

"..."

She hadn't said those words for a long time since Yingzi stopped crying.

Congratulations! The effects are still there.

Feng Yue was so frustrated she kept hiccuping, her eyes were bloodshot, she wanted to cry but didn't dare.

Lin said, “Take Sister Pan to the city hospital this afternoon. I’ll call my dad and ask the head of orthopedics to take a look at Sister Pan. But don’t tell him I’m your boss. Just say… you work at a shop near the school, and I often come here, so we know each other. Got it?”

Feng Yue nodded vigorously: "I've got it!"

After Lin finished arranging this matter, he started counting the money.

Of the 58,000 yuan in payment, there was a cost of goods; she was quite successful as a middleman.

"It would be great if we could keep doing this... but it's a pity, I probably won't earn that much more than three times..."

Lin Ting muttered softly, quite regretfully.

……

At the same time, the seven gourd brothers, who had just fallen out, came together again.

"So? Did you figure it out?"

"I can tell. These things were made by at most two people. Their shop is short-staffed!"

Several seasoned veterans were carefully analyzing a pile of handicrafts.

They looked at each other, their eyes gleaming with smug satisfaction at having the victory in their grasp.

"That college student doesn't look like he's cut out for work. I'd guess he's the shop assistant."

"I think so too."

"Who should make the contact?"

“You have three sons, send one of them over.”

"...?"

"You have four children, why are you sending my son?"

"Didn't you want to earn money for your son to get married? Who knows, with this whole thing, you might even have a daughter-in-law by now!"

"roll!"

The Calabash Brothers are fighting amongst themselves again.

……

Feng Yue returned to the courtyard with the money in her pocket. Feng Pan was sitting in the middle of a pile of materials, weaving something.

Her fingers were wrapped in bandages, not because she was injured, but because she spent all day knitting, and her fingers were constantly being rubbed by the thread. If she didn't wrap them, a layer of skin would be worn off by the end of the day.

She wasn't afraid of pain, but she was afraid of delaying things, and even more afraid that bleeding from her fingers would dirty the rope.

Hearing Feng Yue return, Feng Pan asked in confusion, "Why are you back now? Don't leave the shop to the boss again."

“No, the boss said we’re closed today…” Feng Yue said, closing the door and shuffling to sit down on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed).

She pulled out a thick wad of cash from her pocket, looked at Feng Pan, and whispered, "Sister, those bosses from before came... they really spent three thousand eight hundred and eighty on our stuff..."

Feng Pan: "...!"

She stared at her sister in shock, and after a long pause, she finally said, "So you dare to take this money?"

Feng Yue's eyes reddened. She repeated Lin Ting's words to Feng Pan, and then said, "Sister, I'm panicking too... Isn't the boss afraid that we'll just take the money and leave?"

They had never seen anyone like this before, so generously sharing their hard-earned money with others...

That's no small amount; it's enough for two people with ten thousand yuan each!

Feng Pan was stunned for a long time, then suddenly became stern: "Yue'er, let me tell you, no matter what happens in the future, we can't do anything to betray the boss, do you understand?"

Feng Yue exclaimed "Ah!" with a blank expression: "Why would you betray your boss?"

She had never even considered such a thing.

Feng Pan's sternness gradually dissipated; she reached out and ruffled her sister's hair, then smiled.

My younger sister didn't understand these things since it was her first job, but she did know that finding a boss who keeps his word is harder than climbing to heaven.

Moreover, without Lin Ting, the two of them really couldn't earn this much money.

Feng Yue gave all the money to Feng Pan and said, "Sister, the boss has found a doctor for us. We'll go to the hospital this afternoon to get your leg checked!"

Feng Pan habitually shook her head: "No rush, I've been doing this for so long, I'll save this money for you..."

"sister!"

"must go!"

"We've already found a doctor, the best doctor at the city hospital. You have to go!"

Feng Yue was exceptionally determined to treat Feng Pan.

Feng Pan opened her mouth, then looked at the money.

After a long pause, she nodded: "Okay, I'll go."

She looked at her deformed legs, her palms sweating.

Can it be cured?

She... also longs to go back to how she used to be...

……

In the suburbs, in the exceptionally clean Yu family factory.

Yu Zhanjun gripped the doorframe with both hands, glaring at Lin Ting outside the door, refusing to budge an inch: "Go away! I won't do your business!"

Lin Ting clicked her tongue slightly: "Uncle Yu, please don't say that, I came here this time because..."

"Don't say it! I won't listen!" Yu Zhanjun was afraid that he would fall into Lin Ting's trap again, so he refused to communicate with her.

"Uncle Yu, you can refuse to listen to me, but you have to respect my right to express my opinions..."

"Shut up! I don't want to hear it!"

Lin Ting looked at Yu Zhanjun, who was acting like a rogue.

"Uncle Yu, are you really not going to allow it?"

Yu Zhanjun was determined to defend his territory to the death, his attitude exceptionally resolute: "No!"

Lin Ting sighed softly, a hint of sympathy in her eyes as she looked at Yu Zhanjun: "Then please don't blame me."

Before Yu Zhanjun could react, Lin Ting had already shouted at the top of her lungs, "Aunt Yu! I saw Uncle Yu with a woman yesterday..."

Yu Zhanjun: "...!"

Before Lin could finish speaking, the deputy factory director burst out of the room like a black whirlwind.

"Yu! Zhan! Jun!"