Chapter 22

It’s Not Impossible

Ye Qiuqiu was speechless. She wanted to fly over and hit Lin Gantang when she heard Lin Gantang asking about it. “What”s your family’s situation? You want to work as a receptionist? Don’t rich people prefer to invest? Pay attention to the news leaked by the big shots around you, and invest the money! It’s enough for you to earn!”

Lin Gantang asked her to wait for a moment and switched to another page on her phone to take a screenshot, which she then sent to Ye Qiuqiu.

“What kind of project do you think this money can be invested in?”

Ye Qiuqiu looked at the four-digit balance in her account and fell silent.

“Tang, I never thought that one day I’d have more savings than you,” Ye Qiuqiu said.

Lin Gantang had nothing to do for a week, and her father, Mr. Lin, who was resting at home, couldn’t bear it any longer.

Humans were probably always greedy.

During Lin Gantang’s rebellious phase, Lin Mingzhuo just hoped she would behave herself.

Now that he seemed to have changed, he wondered if she could take a step forward.

During breakfast, Mr. Lin asked, “You’re graduating. What are your plans? Do you want Dad to arrange a job for you? Nowadays, women can stand on their own, but you want to get married right after graduation. Without a job, are you planning to be a housewife?”

In her previous life, Lin Gantang had never worked a day in her life and never found a suitable career, so she felt lost in this matter now.

However, she was luckier than most graduates because she had her father.

Lin Gantang poured a glass of milk and drank it slowly. “What kind of job? Appraising antiques?”

“Who would hire you based on your grades? Even the odd jobs find you clumsy.” Her father teased mercilessly, glancing at Lin Zhaonan, who was sitting beside him, and saying, “What I mean is, we have a family business. You can work there and ask your brother if you don’t understand something.”

After Mr. Lin finished speaking, he secretly observed his daughter’s reaction.

In the past, she would have argued with him, accusing him of restricting her freedom and forcing her to follow the path he laid out without respecting her choices.

Today, Lin Gantang surprised him by remaining calm.

She even seemed to have seriously thought about it.

“I haven’t studied finance-related subjects before. Wouldn’t I just create chaos?” Lin Gantang asked.

Her father had already thought this through. “You can learn much more from your brother than in school. As for theoretical knowledge, if you’re interested, you can study it in your free time, or I can hire a private tutor for you.”

“It’s not impossible. How about I give it a try first?” Lin Gantang took the egg that Jiang Tongtong had just peeled. “If I find out later that it’s not suitable for me, I can do something else.”

Lin Zhaonan glared at her as a warning and then peeled an egg for Jiang Tongtong.

Mr. Lin was pleasantly surprised by her unexpected agreement. He said with satisfaction, “Alright, young girl, try different things. Back then, your mother and I explored various industries before realizing that I had a natural talent for business.”

After Mr. Lin finished speaking, he noticed that he had mentioned his deceased wife and quickly glanced at Lin Gantang, worried that she might become emotional.

Lin Gantang lowered her gaze and set aside the half-eaten egg.

Fearing that a peaceful morning might be disturbed, Mr. Lin swiftly changed the topic, saying, “There’s no rush to join the company. My suggestion is to start by getting to know some people within our circle. It will be beneficial for your future career.”

Lin Gandang nodded in agreement.

Seeing his daughter being unusually obedient, Mr. Lin couldn’t help but soften his tone. “The day after tomorrow, the Yin family will host a birthday party for Yin Zhen. I just got discharged from the hospital, so I won’t be attending. This time, you should go with your brother.”

Lin Gantang looked at her brother.

Lin Zhaonan didn’t even spare her a glance as he spread strawberry jam on Jiang Tongtong’s toast.

Lin Gantang’s phone buzzed.

Wen Yanqing’s message came in. “Good morning, have you had breakfast?”

Lin Gantang took a photo of her breakfast and replied, “Having breakfast now.”

In the photo, a pair of fair and slender hands, obviously belonging to a man, were spreading tomato sauce.

The corners of Wen Yanqing’s lips, which had been slightly raised because of Lin Qingtang’s reply, stopped.