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

Lin Tingzhen never expected to see Chen Jun here again.

Chen Jun is now dressed in a waiter's uniform, holding a tray in his hand.

Lin Ting didn't understand at all.

She wasn't being discriminatory about her profession. In fact, working in a restaurant like this now earns just as much as working in a factory—the big bosses who come here are very generous, and the tips they give are often more than their wages.

But didn't this guy say he was going to go into business with great ambition? Wasn't he also a transmigrator from a book? How could he not find a way in with the script in hand?

Chen Jun hadn't expected that today he would not only see Jiang Zong, whom he hated the most, but also run into Lin Ting.

He gripped the edge of the tray tightly, so hard that his fingers trembled slightly.

He was indeed determined to take advantage of the subscription certificate to start his own business.

Can……

He took a long leave of absence, evaded paying for a train ticket, and went through many hardships to get to Shanghai, only to find that the subscription certificate had risen to 500 yuan per certificate.

The seventy-odd yuan in his pocket wasn't even enough to buy a small amount.

Of course, he couldn't leave so dejectedly. If he couldn't make it in the wholesale markets of Shenyang, then he would go to the wholesale markets of Shanghai.

Being in an unfamiliar place, even language communication was somewhat difficult.

Chen Jun finally found the wholesale market, but when he reached into his pocket, he found his money was gone.

This time it's much easier; I don't have to worry about what to stock or where to sell it.

He didn't even have the money to make a phone call home.

During those days, he slept under bridges and at train stations, fought with beggars, and was chased by stray dogs. The best thing he ate was half a shortbread that a child had dropped on the ground.

He experienced all the hardships he had never suffered in his previous life in these past few days.

Just when he was about to give up and try to sneak onto the train home again, he was picked up by Manager Yang.

Manager Yang thought he was good-looking and young, so he brought him back to work as a waiter.

After finishing his meal, Chen Jun's mind started to wander again—he was out of capital, and the price of subscription certificates was rising day by day, so he definitely couldn't afford to buy them, but he could become an advisor to those big bosses!

He remembered hearing from others that during this period, stocks were soaring and you could make a profit even if you bought blindly.

Having been given a second chance at life, the prophet is his greatest help.

This restaurant is one of the most prestigious in Shanghai, frequented by big bosses. If he can prove his worth to them, his rise to the top will be just around the corner.

Although this is very different from his original idea, there were no thieves in his original plan!

Chen Jun calmed down and used the shrewdness and worldliness he had honed in the business world in his previous life to work as a waiter in a restaurant.

He got to know several big bosses, received a lot of tips every day, and was highly valued by Manager Yang. He felt that his luck had turned around...

Then today, he walked into this private room.

Jiang Zong's presence is understandable, but why is Lin Ting there?

What makes her stand out to the Chiang family?

Could it be that she and Jiang Zong...

Chen Jun clenched his fists even tighter.

"Darling, what's wrong? Do you recognize him?"

Judging from the reactions of Jiang Zong and Lin Ting, Jiang's father had already guessed what was going on.

We definitely know each other, but it seems unlikely we'll be friends.

Of course, the latter was something he discerned from Lin Ting's behavior. After all, his son always looked at everyone with the same expression, and even his own father couldn't tell what he was really feeling.

Lin hummed in response, looked away, sat down, and said, "I don't recognize him, but he looks somewhat familiar. Maybe I've mistaken him for someone else."

"Look at you, you're not that old but your memory is already failing," Mr. Jiang teased, placing a bowl of sweet fermented rice balls in front of Lin Ting. "Daughter, eat more. You have to go to the company for training tomorrow, it will be a bit tough."

He treated him like an elder caring for a younger family member, and even made a special mention of "studying," something they all knew perfectly well.

These words were clearly meant for others to hear.

"Okay." Lin Ting smiled brightly, picked up her spoon and started eating.

Manager Yang smiled obsequiously and said, "Then, Mr. Jiang, you're busy, I won't bother you any longer."

“Okay,” Mr. Jiang nodded. “You’re busy.”

Manager Yang dragged Chen Jun out the door. He didn't say anything until he was pulled into the office before asking, "Do you know Young Master Jiang?"

When Manager Yang said this, he had already planned to fire Chen Jun—judging from the reactions of Jiang Zong and that young lady, even if they knew each other, they were definitely not friendly, and he didn't want to offend the young master of the Jiang family for the sake of a good-looking waiter.

Chen Jun took in his attitude. He sneered inwardly, but remained respectful on the surface: "Manager, I do know them, but they don't recognize me."

"Hmm?" Manager Yang looked at him with suspicion.

Chen Jun continued, "I'm also from Beiliao University, the same school as them. We've met a few times on the road, but we've never spoken."

What he said makes some sense. With so many people in a university, it's normal to meet many strangers.

After careful consideration, Manager Yang still preferred to fire Chen Jun.

Knowing his predicament, Chen Jun's mind raced. After a moment, he said in a nonchalant manner, "Manager, if there's nothing else, I'll head out now. Boss Qi booked a private room today, and I need to go there."

Manager Yang was slightly taken aback.

Yes, this kid isn't an ordinary waiter either; Boss Qi and his group have a good impression of him. If Jiang Zongzhi had said he had a grudge against him, then he definitely couldn't be kept around, but they didn't say... so it wouldn't hurt to play dumb for a while.

Manager Yang smiled again and nodded, "Okay, go ahead and get busy."

Chen Jun raised the corners of his mouth and turned to leave.

He breathed a sigh of relief as he left the office.

He didn't want to live in such fear for even a single day longer.

He touched his chest; a wad of banknotes was sewn into his clothes.

……

"You two really don't recognize him?"

Inside the private room, Mr. Jiang asked them with a smile.

“I recognize him. He’s a classmate, the same dormitory as Jiang Zong,” Lin heard. “A while ago he said he wanted to take a leave of absence to go into business, but his parents disagreed, so he took a long leave and ran away.”

Mr. Jiang rarely showed such a shocked expression: "Has he lost his mind?"

He doesn't object to college students doing business; he even admires people like Lin Ting who can balance their studies and business.

But he couldn't take a leave of absence from school and instead went on a long leave to do business?

Even if it was done well, Mr. Chiang did not think it was a wise choice.

Admittedly, some people drop out of school to start businesses and become billionaires, but how many people out of billions can do that? Moreover, besides the so-called "I can no longer acquire knowledge from school," we should also consider what their parents do.

Mr. Jiang didn't say anything about Jiang Zong going back to class, but he called him back because he had something important to discuss.

The important matter was that the next morning, Mr. Jiang took the two of them to a stock market seminar held at a hotel.

The salon was bustling with people. The bosses, carrying cell phones and wearing gold watches, were with one or two beautiful women on their arms. They smoked cigars and talked about deals worth tens or hundreds of thousands of yuan. They would casually tip the waiters 50 or 100 yuan.

These people, whose net worth has increased dozens of times in just a few months through subscription certificates and stocks, don't care about these "small amounts of money" at all.

Money comes easily, so it's natural to spend it casually.

Mr. Jiang was very comfortable here, and many small households listened attentively to their conversation, hoping to find a glimmer of opportunity.

On the other side, Jiang Zong sat on the sofa expressionlessly, his eyes filled with a tragic air.

Lin Ting, who was sitting on a double sofa with him, also had no extra expression, looking pitiful as if she had wasted her whole day getting up early.