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At the Lin family home, both Lin's parents went to work, leaving only Lin Yue at home.

She opened the letter she received today, read its contents, and angrily tore it to shreds, her face contorted in a grimace as she hissed.

"Damn it, why can't they even keep an eye on a woman? They're all a bunch of useless trash, utterly useless, they can't even find a single person—"

After a pause, Lin Yue quickly checked the calendar to confirm that today was the date she remembered. Without thinking too much, she hurriedly got dressed and prepared to go out.

Today she's going to steal Jiang Yuyan's powerful backer from her previous life. As long as she has this powerful backer, Jiang Yuyan will be nothing in her eyes in the future.

On this trip, success was the only option; failure was not an option, and she would not allow herself to fail.

An hour later, Lin Yue, dressed in her finest attire, went out. The elderly folks at the alley entrance saw her and gathered together, whispering amongst themselves.

Besides the street itself, Xijie in Beijing is surrounded by mountains and a small park.

Unbeknownst to anyone, this small park houses a rather large black market operation.

Following the directions given by their master, Jiang Yuyan and Jiang Muyi arrived at the black market outpost in the small park, intending to check out the market prices.

On the way, Jiang Yuyan looked curiously at her second brother.

"Second brother, what kind of business do you plan to start in the future? Have you thought about it in your mind? Do you want me to help you plan it out?"

"If possible, I plan to sell clothes, women's clothing. I know a friend in our town who drives a truck and can go to Guangdong Province to wholesale clothes and resell them at very cheap prices. At that time, I felt that there was a lot of profit in it."

The clothing industry is indeed a low-cost, high-profit industry, especially during the early stages of China's reform and opening up, when countless people made their fortunes in this sector.

Pay money to enter the black market; the buyer gets one cent, and the seller gets three cents.

The black market in the park had more than twice the variety of goods as the one Jiang Yuyan had seen that morning.

They even have large appliances like televisions, not to mention bicycles and sewing machines that are hard to find.

Seeing the sewing machine and remembering her second brother's plan, a thought flashed through Jiang Yuyan's mind: perhaps with her and her second brother's cooperation, this business would be even more successful than she imagined.

Just do it!

Jiang Yuyan pointed to the sewing machine, "Boss, how much is this sewing machine?"

"Hey comrade, this sewing machine has a Shanghai license plate. You can take it home for 200 yuan without a ticket. It's a great deal."

Jiang Yuyan's lips twitched involuntarily. Why did those words sound so familiar?

"Boss, I'll take the sewing machine. Can you give me a receipt? Also, can you deliver it? If you can, please deliver it to this address."

"Delivery is available. Okay, rest assured, we have a dedicated delivery channel to ensure your goods are delivered to your door safely."

Jiang Muyi was puzzled. "Little brother, why are you buying a sewing machine? There are only a few of us in the family. We don't need to make clothes. It would be a waste to buy one."

With this money, you can buy more new clothes and dresses. Otherwise, you'll just wear the same two outfits over and over again. I have more clothes than you do. He had only recently noticed that his younger sister had very few clothes.

As he spoke, Jiang Muyi led her to a clothing stall and picked up a bright yellow dress from it.

"Little sister, how do you think this dress? It would look absolutely stunning on you."

"Little sister, there's this one too, and that one looks nice too. Oh, right, and this one too..."

Jiang Yuyan, whose hands were already piled high with clothes, trembled with fear and quickly pulled back Jiang Muyi, who wanted to pick out more.

"Second brother, second brother—I can't wear that many clothes by myself, it's a waste to buy too many."

"How could it be a waste? If you change into a different outfit every day, you'll wear them all in ten days. Here, this one looks good too."

Half an hour later, Jiang Muyi arrived carrying large and small bags, all of which were clothes he had bought for Jiang Yuyan.

After glancing at the other stalls, Jiang Yuyan looked at Jiang Muyi and asked, "Second Brother, would you like to check out any other stalls?" She was a little sleepy from her second brother's gestures about clothes.

Seeing Jiang Muyi shake his head, her eyes lit up, and she quickly pulled him home, afraid that if they were a step too late, her second brother would regret dragging her to try on clothes.

Back home, Jiang Yuyan threw herself onto the bed without a second thought and went to sleep.

Ugh, so tiring, so scary! I never imagined my second brother could be scarier and more terrifying than a woman when he goes shopping.

Next time she goes out, she won't take her second brother with her; she wants to go and have some fun on her own.

Lost in thought, Jiang Yuyan soon fell asleep.

A moment later, there was a knock on her door, and her teacher's wife was holding a letter that had been sent to her.

After knocking on the door for a long time without any response, the master's wife knew that the girl was asleep, shook her head and left.

They didn't realize that the letter in their hand was signed by Jiang's mother, who never sent them letters.

Jiang Yuyan woke up in the afternoon after sleeping, and when she came out and saw the sewing machine, she remembered that she had almost forgotten about it.

Just then, I ran into my third brother and called out, "Third brother, come here for a second, let's move this sewing machine to my room together, I need it."

She wants to plan out the room, dividing it into a work area and a sleeping area, so that she can work while sleeping and lie down on the bed when she gets tired, killing two birds with one stone.

Jiang Muren, full of enthusiasm, waved away the younger sister who wanted to help lift it, saying, "I can handle this. Don't hurt yourself. I can move it over quickly."

After setting the sewing machine down, he wondered what his little sister was going to make. "Little sister, are you going to make clothes? Don't we already have clothes? And we bought new clothes today, we can't even wear them all."

Jiang Yuyan took out a measuring tape to measure Jiang Muren's size. "Third brother, I'm not making clothes for our family. I want to design a unique outfit for each of us. That way, when you wear them out, you'll definitely be the most stylish people on the street."

"Little sister, you can design clothes? That's amazing!"

Jiang Muren was somewhat disappointed. "You know medicine and can design clothes. My second brother is eloquent and has planned to go into business. My eldest brother is so smart, he'll definitely do well in the future. Only me, I know nothing and I'm stupid—"

Jiang Yuyan put down the measuring tape, pulled her third brother to sit down, and looked at him intently.

"Third brother, what do you like to do? It's never too late to cultivate your hobbies."

Jiang Muren pondered, "What do I like to do? I don't think I like anything. I used to get into fights when I was in school, and then my older brothers got into trouble, so I stayed home to help my parents. I... don't like anything."

In the end, he had a dejected look on his face, as if to say, "I'm a piece of trash."

Jiang Yuyan grabbed his hand and rubbed his reddened palm. "Third Brother, there's no rush. We'll think about it slowly. You'll know what you like someday."

Seeing the design draft next to him, he said, "By the way, I've finished this design draft. Third Brother, could you help me make the clothes in this design draft as well?"

Having something to do keeps him from overthinking and distracts his attention.

Jiang Muren glanced at the design draft, then at his younger sister. After understanding her meaning, he waved his hands repeatedly, "I can't, I'm afraid I'll ruin my younger sister's clothes."

Jiang Yuyan grinned mischievously, "Third Brother, come on, I won't break it. I'm here, why don't you give it a try?"