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

"Have a cold?"

Jiang Zong looked at Lin Ting with concern and handed her a handkerchief.

Lin Ting rubbed her nose and shook her head: "It's probably my dear business partners who miss me."

Jiang Zong frowned.

I have many good friends, it's annoying.

No, they are not good friends, but roommates, business partners, or employees/landlords.

With that thought, Jiang Zong's brows relaxed.

He touched Lin Ting's forehead with some concern, and only felt relieved after confirming that she really didn't have a fever.

Lin Ting stretched and said, "Will you come shopping with me?"

Without even thinking, Jiang Zonglian nodded and said, "Okay."

As they were leaving, they ran into Mr. Jiang, who was on his way to the company. He asked, "Daughter, where are you going?"

"Let's go shopping," Lin Ting replied.

Jiang Zong nodded in agreement.

"Oh, shopping is nice. You guys... wait, Xiao Zong, you actually go shopping? Why have you never been to a mall before?"

It's not just that they didn't go to the mall.

Jiang Zong's clothes were either made for him by a tailor at home, or bought for him by him or Uncle Nie.

As for himself, he wears whatever is given to him without being picky.

From this perspective alone, Jiang Zong was actually quite easy to support.

Jiang Zong paused, his hand on the car door still. He looked at his father and said, "You didn't need me before."

Jiang's father: "...?"

What do you mean by "I didn't need him before"?

We didn't need it before, but we do now?

Who needs him?

Mr. Jiang looked around and his gaze fell on Lin Ting.

This is……

This is……

After thinking for a long time, Mr. Jiang almost burst into tears of joy.

Has his son finally learned how to serve ladies?

It was really tough!

Mr. Jiang pressed his hand to his chest, then pulled Lin Ting aside and whispered to her, "Daughter, just tell him whatever you want. Let's toughen him up a bit!"

Lin Ting: "Huh?"

How can I improve my shopping skills?

Should we send Jiang Zong to run a triathlon?

Seeing Lin Ting's bewildered expression, Jiang's father pulled her further away.

Once you've taken on a disciple, you're family. So, Mr. Jiang didn't hide anything from her and said directly, "Your brother never goes to places like shopping malls, let alone spends time with girls. Do your master a favor and train him a bit."

Lin Ting: "...?"

Never go?

When he was in Shenyang, he even accompanied her to the Wu'ai Market and the building materials market.

Looking at his master's expectant face, Lin Ting suddenly "understood".

Oh, so you don't want to go with me.

She considerately didn't tell her master the truth, and even nodded directly, taking care of his feelings, saying, "Okay, I'll try my best."

If making him think that this is the young master's way of treating guests makes him happier, then let's say it like this!

Mr. Jiang instinctively reached into his pocket, but Lin Ting grabbed his wrist: "Master, I have money, and I'm just browsing, I won't buy anything."

Mr. Jiang hesitated slightly, but still said, "If there's anything you like that's hard to buy, just tell me."

"it is good."

Lin Ting, afraid she wouldn't be able to keep up the act, agreed and hurriedly pulled Jiang Zong away.

Mr. Jiang watched their car drive away, feeling extremely gratified.

He didn't think of anything else, because in his eyes now, Lin Ting was Jiang Zong's junior or younger sister, and his disciple had the attitude of fighting anyone who asked him to date, while his son was completely clueless...

He had no theoretical basis to support his idea of ​​other possibilities.

"Sigh, it still has to be Nannan..."

Mr. Jiang stood by the car and sighed.

Lin Ting sneezed again in the car, then asked Jiang Zong, "Didn't you ever go shopping with Master before?"

Jiang Zong looked at her with a questioning gaze, as if asking: What am I going to do with him?

Lin Ting: "Uh...that's true, I've never gone shopping with my dad either."

Jiang Zong looked away and asked her, "What do you want to buy?"

"Actually, I didn't want to buy anything..."

Lin Ting went shopping, but it wasn't really to buy clothes.

She walked through each shop, looking around, and memorized most of the current clothing styles.

Although this is Shanghai, the clothing styles in the mall are not overly flashy, and many are quite similar.

In contrast, the tailor shops that Jiang Zong took Lin Ting to had many skilled master tailors, and the materials they used were mostly much better than those in the shops.

"Shall we make one?" Jiang Zong asked Lin Tingwen.

He felt that Lin Ting wasn't buying clothes because she didn't like the ones in the store.

Lin Ting hadn't originally planned to have clothes made, but then she thought that she would have to go out to do business often in the future, and wearing jeans all the time wouldn't make her look imposing.

She was already young, and even if she dressed like a child, she would be at a disadvantage in negotiations.

"Ok."

Lin Ting nodded and followed the master craftsman to take measurements.

This master tailor had made clothes all his life, and his hands were like rulers. He quickly took Lin Ting's measurements and took off his reading glasses so she could choose the fabric.

Lin Ting only planned to make one set, just enough to make a good impression.

She held a piece of white fabric and a piece of black fabric, silently comparing them in her mind.

In her previous life, she had been in the clothing business for many years, so she didn't need anyone's advice on choosing materials.

She was holding the two pieces of fabric as she pondered—the white one suited her age better, but the black one was more mature and composed.

Just then, Jiang Zong came over with a piece of pinkish fabric, handed it to her, and earnestly suggested, "This looks good."

Lin Ting: "...?"

That's a good suggestion.

I suggest you don't make suggestions like that next time.

Lin heard this and said, "I was planning to have a suit made, not this color."

Jiang Zong insisted, "Then let's make this into a skirt."

Lin Ting was bewildered.

Does he like this material that much?

Otherwise...

Lin Ting took the fabric and nodded earnestly to Jiang Zong.

Jiang Zong's eyes visibly brightened, and he went to rummage through the fabric again.

Lin Ting glanced at him, and seeing that he wasn't looking this way, she said to the master craftsman, "Master, please use this piece of fabric to make a suit for Jiang Zong."

The master craftsman: "...?"

"do what?"

The experienced worker was completely bewildered.

Lin Ting glanced at Jiang Zong again, then touched the fabric and affirmed, "A shirt."

This fabric is a bit soft, so it's not suitable for formal shirts, but it's more than enough for casual shirts.

The master craftsman was a conservative and clearly couldn't accept wearing a shirt of this color on a man.

Lin Ting simply took a piece of their draft paper and sketched out simple lines with a few quick strokes.

"That's about it." Lin Ting handed the paper to the old craftsman.

The old tailor really wanted to curse, but since his tailor shop earned about ten thousand yuan a year from the Jiang family, he patiently put on his reading glasses and took Lin Ting's drawing...

After glancing at her twice, he couldn't help but be surprised. His cloudy eyes looked up at Lin Ting through his reading glasses: "Miss Lin, have you studied tailoring?"

Such a drawing is not something an amateur could easily produce. Although the style is somewhat strange, it demonstrates the artist's skill.

Lin Ting smiled and said, "I know a little bit about it."

The master craftsman looked at the drawing paper again and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Look at the lines and details; it must have taken seven or eight years of practice.

The girl in front of me is only seventeen or eighteen years old. It's impossible that she started learning tailoring and painting when she was ten or so.

The master craftsman held the drawing paper and thought it over and over again, and felt that Lin Ting was more likely to be a genius.