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

After slamming the door shut, Feng Yue deftly hung up the padlock and then urgently dialed Lin Ting's number.

"Hey……"

Lin Ting on the other end of the phone was still a little groggy, clearly having just woken up.

"Boss! That guy's here again!"

Lin Ting instantly snapped out of it and immediately asked, "What did he say?"

If it were just a normal thing, Feng Yue wouldn't have called her so early in the morning to tell her.

"Oh, it's nothing. He wanted me to work at his family's factory and said he'd pay me 300 yuan a month. I turned him away."

While recounting the incident, Feng Yue's tone was unexpectedly calm, but then she became nervous: "But boss, I think I hit him when I closed the door. Will the police arrest me?"

Lin Ting: "..."

You really know how to grasp the key points.

Lin Ting had a slight toothache, and she had already guessed who had sent this man.

But why don't these guys find out the truth? Feng Yue earns more than 300 yuan a month from her salary and commission, excluding the sales commission from the handicrafts. What are they doing?

Lin Ting sighed silently and said, "Sister Yue, let's get some new stock."

The previous batch of goods in their store had almost sold out, and Lin Ting had been putting off restocking. Originally, he wanted to wait until those who had paid their tuition were being dishonest before teaching them a lesson.

This... is indeed not being honest.

However, she never expected them to be so dishonest, coming straight for Feng Yue.

Business warfare is business warfare, but using the tactics of a handsome man to poach clients, like in a Qiong Yao novel, is really hard to judge.

Lin Ting tried to put himself in their shoes and think about it for a while before instructing them, "Sister Yue, why don't you move our money tree to the counter? I have reason to suspect that these people's next step is to pour boiling water on our money tree and kill it."

Feng Yue: "...?"

"Uh...ok."

Although I don't understand it, it sounds terrifying.

……

Zheng Miaoying quickly learned that Feng Yue was being targeted, and then the entire 234 dormitory found out as well.

“It’s a small problem,” Su Yu said, patting her chest. “My dad’s apprentice has been transferred to the police station here. I’ll talk to him and tell him to keep an eye on Sister Yue.”

After she finished speaking, her face suddenly turned red, and she reached out and tugged at Wu Yan's clothes.

"Yanzi... how about you have your brother go to the shop sometimes? A soldier is more intimidating... Of course, I don't mean anything by it, it's mainly for Yuejie's safety..."

Wu Yan looked at her: "Do you even believe what you're saying?"

Although she didn't know what had happened between Su Yu and her brother, her intuition as a gossip enthusiast suggested that there must be a story between them... or perhaps an accident.

Su Yu's face turned as red as a tomato: "Can I...believe you?"

Wu Yan shrugged: "Believe it or not, it's impossible. My brother's leave to visit his family ended a long time ago, and he went back to the army."

Su Yu's face fell instantly, and she slumped onto the table, listlessly writing her homework.

Although there were no soldiers on duty, the presence of police officers keeping an eye on the situation ensured the safety of Feng Yue and her sister.

Not only are they safe, but the entire street has been exceptionally safe lately, with even petty thieves moving to other locations.

……

The young man, his nose stuffed with cotton, looked at his father with a wronged expression and said, "Dad, can you let the second and third sons do these good things next time? I really can't do it."

The Mediterranean third brother of the seven gourd brothers looked at his son with heartache, deliberately ignoring his words: "You fell, didn't you? Actually, the matter has been handled well and smoothly, hasn't it?"

The son, his eyes filled with despair, pointed to himself and said, "No matter how you look at it, I don't look like I've successfully completed the mission, do I?"

Sanwa's face fell, but he didn't understand: "Why? Even with such a high salary, they can't poach her? Did Lin Ting see that girl kill someone?"

The son changed two balls of cotton and said, "Dad, there's something else."

Yingying's eyes sparkled with anticipation: "Is this good news?"

"Hahahaha, Dad, what are you thinking? How could I possibly have good news... They've released a new model."

Third Brother: "..."

Misfortunes never come singly!

Adhering to the friendly idea that if we're going to be sad, we're going to be sad; if we're going to be bald, we're going to be bald together, the Third Brother immediately told his Calabash Brothers about these two tragic pieces of news.

The business owners pondered the parts that had just been moved back to their warehouses.

Is this... a second time?

In their panic, the bosses were momentarily flustered.

They are all intelligent people, so it's impossible for them to be completely unprepared for such a thing.

Almost instantly, they all started implementing their pre-prepared solutions—selling in nearby cities.

Shenyang has already changed its batch of officials, but other places haven't! They could totally...

They traveled to a nearby city full of ambition, only to find that the goods they had were already readily available everywhere.

The market is nearing saturation.

After all, not all cities have the purchasing power and population base of Shenyang. With fewer people, market demand is naturally smaller.

Shenyang can accommodate these seven families sharing the pie, but other cities can't stand them dividing it up.

The seven gourd brothers looked at each other, completely bewildered as to what was going on.

This matter actually dates back to the day Lin Ting invested in Zhan Jun's family factory.

During the afternoon's discussion of cooperation details, Lin Ting suggested that Yu Zhanjun find those small merchants who lost in the previous bidding war and sell them the accessories along with the patterns at a price 10% higher than the market price.

Of course, there are requirements—this business cannot be conducted in Shenyang; it must be done in surrounding cities.

They had already lost once and couldn't afford a second setback. Surprisingly, the negotiations for market division were harmonious, with one or two companies going to each city and each company having roughly the same market share.

Initially, some companies were somewhat annoyed about withdrawing from Shenyang, but after working for half a month, they realized it was a good thing.

Small factories in small cities are either incomparable to them, or there are simply no similar factories in the city. They are facing a small but peaceful blue ocean.

Although the unit price is not as high as in Shenyang, the production and sales costs are lower. Considering all factors, the profit is not much less than in Shenyang.

The bosses are really tempted.

So when they discovered that their former enemies had come to seize the market again, they immediately raised all their thorns and were on high alert, intending to stab them all back.

Winning temporarily doesn't guarantee lasting success. The seven gourd brothers made a single misstep and found themselves surrounded by enemies.

Should we go any further?

Doing business in a completely unfamiliar place is not a good choice...

As they pondered where they came from, they cursed that naughty girl who had thrown away the cake again a thousand times.

……

"Aqiu——"

"Aqiu——"

Lin Ting sneezed, but was in a very good mood.