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

Seeing the shocked expression on Mr. Jiang's face, which showed disbelief at being rejected, Lin Ting reorganized his words: "What I mean is, should we discuss the price of the subscription certificate first before talking about whether or not I should take on apprentices? After all, I'd be too embarrassed to cheat my master."

Mr. Jiang's eyes lit up: "You want to sell subscription certificates?"

"Ah."

Lin Ting nodded and stated his price: "Twelve sets, four and a half million."

The official announcement has been released that the winning rate for the second lottery is 50%. Mr. Jiang also had access to information that this lottery would be based on odd and even numbers. For people like them who bought complete sets of subscription certificates, there is no chance of luck. Lin Ting's twelve sets of subscription certificates will win one of 600 tickets.

She is now selling subscription certificates along with the winning numbers from the second lottery.

Lin Tingbao's price is certainly a bit high. Even though most people have pinned their hopes for a turnaround on warrants and new shares due to the sluggish stock market, prices haven't risen to this level.

But that's business; she sets a price, and the other party counters. She can't just tell them her bottom line right away...

"Okay, I'll contact the bank to withdraw the money now."

Mr. Jiang readily agreed.

Lin Ting: "...?"

"No, Uncle Jiang, aren't you going to try to negotiate the price?"

Mr. Jiang: "No, it's settled then. Now let's talk about you becoming my apprentice."

Lin Ting: "..."

Good news: Her subscription certificates have been sold, and she now has the funds to set up a factory.

Bad news: She's being watched.

"Ahem, Uncle Jiang, I plan to start my own business, so I won't be able to work for you in the future." Lin Tingjue felt that he should tell the truth.

No means no. At worst, she'll give me 500,000.

Mr. Jiang seemed to have expected this, and nodded: "I know you have your own ideas, which is good."

Lin Ting was puzzled: "Then what are you after?"

He doesn't need her to work for him, nor does he need to spend money and resources on her. Even if she earns more money from subscription certificates, he should have already repaid the favor long ago.

Lin Tingke didn't think that Jiang's father was a brainless, domineering CEO who acted solely on his whims.

Jiang's father looked at Lin Ting, and his expression suddenly became more serious.

He said, "If Xiao Zong only wants to be a rich man after I die, you can protect him."

Lin Ting was stunned.

She never expected it to be this reason.

Over the past two weeks, she has witnessed firsthand how Jiang's father paved the way for Jiang Zong.

But she didn't expect that she was also a way out left by Chiang's father for Chiang Tsung.

Uncle Nie is very capable, and his managers are willing to trust Jiang Zong.

But all of this is about Jiang Zonghui inheriting the family business.

She was his guarantee of a stable life after he stopped working.

Lin thought for a moment and said, "Actually, you don't need to do this. Jiang Zong and I are good friends. If he has any difficulties, I will definitely help him."

Her relationship with Jiang Zong was never based on any conflict of interest.

Although she later traded subscription certificates and lottery numbers with Chiang's father, it still did not involve her relationship with Chiang Tsung.

They're just good friends.

Friends who attend classes and eat together.

She would definitely help him if he needed anything.

Mr. Jiang laughed, but as he laughed, he realized something was wrong.

He thought for a moment, but couldn't quite pinpoint what was wrong, so he said, "I know you value loyalty and friendship, which is why I wanted to take you on as my apprentice... In this day and age, money alone can't get you anywhere."

Of those who are now making a fortune in the real economy, nine and a half out of ten have benefited from government policies. But these preferential treatments are not something everyone can get. Many people have money but can't find a way in, and they don't know which door to open.

Mr. Jiang's words were very clear—you can use the connections and resources of the Jiang family. If my son wants to quit in the future, you can set aside a small plot of land for him and protect him.

Lin Ting will not be the first way out he leaves for Jiang Zong, nor will it be the last.

He laid out his plans in front of Lin Ting and let her choose. His attitude and purpose were very straightforward, yet he was not annoying.

Lin Ting thought for a long time before nodding: "Okay, I promise you."

Mr. Jiang smiled, then took out a piece of paper and handed it to Lin Ting: "Several state-owned stores in Shenyang will be auctioned off in half a month. Take a look."

Lin Ting took it and looked at it; it contained the addresses of dozens of shops.

She remembered several of them; they were in very good locations.

Lin Ting suddenly remembered that someone had just spent 145 million to buy six state-owned stores on what was known as the No. 1 Street in China, which would be worth hundreds of millions in twenty years.

While housing prices in Shenyang are naturally lower than in Shanghai, the investment required is also much lower.

If it were commercial housing, Lin Ting would definitely not hoard it. Although housing prices seem to be rising, the investment cycle is too long and the capital utilization rate is low. After offsetting inflation, there is a high probability that he would still lose money.

For example, in Shanghai today, residential properties near Hongkou Airport cost 980 yuan per square meter, which sounds cheap, but the average wage is only two or three hundred yuan. A house starts at 30,000 yuan; 30,000 yuan is enough for her to open a small factory like Yu Zhanjun's.

Hoarding houses doesn't make much money; you only make money from property speculation and demolition compensation.

But shops are different; they can provide a steady stream of income, whether you run your own business or rent it out, you can make a profit.

What Lin Ting lacks most right now is a shop, which is an essential foundation for her path.

Lin Ting looked at the address, thought for a moment, then folded it up and put it in his pocket: "Thank you, Master."

The change of address went very smoothly.

"If there are any obstacles, have Lao Nie contact you." Jiang's father looked at her with a smile. "How much you can ultimately secure depends on yourself."

He will provide Lin Ting with some assistance, but he won't feed her all the time.

She really wanted to succeed, so she had no choice but to move forward on her own.

"Ah."

Lin Ting nodded, then suddenly asked curiously, "Master, why have you never asked me about dating?"

It was only now that Lin Ting realized that Mr. Jiang was the only person who had never asked her any questions about love since she transmigrated into the book.

Mr. Jiang was taken aback, his face showing shock: "You don't mean you're thinking of finding a man to marry, do you?"

Lin Ting waved her hands repeatedly: "No, I didn't, don't talk nonsense... I'm just curious that you've never mentioned this before."

Mr. Jiang breathed a sigh of relief, but was still a little worried. He tapped the table and reminded him, "Don't pin your hopes on a man. You are very outstanding. It may be a little hard to rely on yourself, but what you hold in your own hands is real... Don't believe those nonsense stories about how it's better to marry well than to study well. You are better than anyone else."

Lin felt as if her master had explained a long and difficult sentence to her.

His argument was somewhat extreme, but Lin Ting agreed with it.

She is not the type of person who places her hopes on others.

She laughed: "That's good to hear. I was actually quite afraid that one day you would suddenly bring me a man and say that it would be nice to marry him."

"What's so good about it? Just don't do anything rash."

"Okay, okay, I'll just work hard."

"..."

When Jiang Zong came to find Lin Ting, he heard her talking to her father about everything.

Jiang Zong: "...?"

Why did he suddenly feel so unwell?