Public relations director Lin Wantang died suddenly while working overtime, and when she opened her eyes, she transformed into a poor orphan girl on the outskirts of Bianjing.
My father had just died, and a creditor came to my door - forty taels of silver, a month's deadline, and if he couldn't pay back, he would be sold into slavery.
In her previous life, she handled hundreds of millions of dollars in projects, but now she only has three pennies left in her pocket.
Lin Wantang: Isn't it just forty taels? Wait.
She walked into the largest brothel in Bianjing with a piece of torn yellow paper: "I can triple the sales."
Membership system, hunger marketing, and upgraded version of oiran election - earn one thousand taels in three days.
The creditors were anxious, the colleagues were panicked, but all the noble ladies in the city lined up to beg her: "Mrs. Lin, please arrange a good marriage for my daughter!"
She originally wanted to make some quick money, but she accidentally became the number one matchmaker in Bianjing.
A good match is priced by her.
The rich and nobles are at her disposal.
It's just that the dandy Third Young Master looked at her more and more strangely: "Ms. Lin, when will you propose a marriage to yourself?"
Lin Wantang looked at him and smiled: "How many taels do you offer?"
