"You, can you really help me?" Yuan Zhi felt a little hope in her heart.

"Of course, as long as you are willing to cooperate, the two mines that the Wang family lost before will be returned intact after the Wen family is destroyed."

"real!"

A hint of excitement flashed in Yuan Zhi's greedy eyes.

"Of course it's true. The two mines in Country D originally belonged to the Wang family. If the Wen family hadn't taken advantage of the situation, how could things have become like this? It's only natural for Madam to take them back."

"You're right." Yuan Zhi nodded. Finally, someone stood on her side and spoke up for her.

It is true that the mine was bought by Wen Chengyi in the first place, but given the relationship between the two families, shouldn't he return it when he sees that they are in trouble?

The result? Not only did they get the advantage, but they didn't even help them.

What about deep affection and loyalty? It's just nice talk, and the truth is revealed at the critical moment.

"Okay, I agree to cooperate. Tell me, what do you need me to do?"

As if she had expected her to compromise, the woman chuckled and said, "Don't worry, Madam Wang. We'll take our time with revenge. Take the check on the table first. It should be enough to sustain you for a while."

Yuan Zhi walked to the table and picked up the check that had been placed there.

When she saw the amount on it, she opened her mouth in shock.

Five million!

This is not a small amount of money.

She was so generous when we first met. It seems that this woman’s strength should not be underestimated.

In this way, revenge and comeback are just around the corner!

Yuan Zhi carefully put the check into her bag.

"Then I'll accept the money. As for the Wen family..."

"I will contact you when the time comes. Mrs. Wang, take care."

"Okay, I'll wait for your call."

Yuan Zhi left the ward overjoyed.

Today's adventure is really like seeing a new hope after a dark tunnel!

-

After school started, the number of students in the entire senior year gradually decreased, as most of them had signed up for training classes to prepare for next year's art exam.

Wen Xi did not sign up for any more classes. For her, the summer special training was enough.

There are still three months before the art exam, and she is proceeding in an orderly manner according to her plan.

Yuan Ya didn't sign up for the class either.

She is incredibly confident in her professional abilities, having won numerous awards in competitions from a young age, from city to provincial level. Furthermore, her drawings have appeared in popular girls' magazines since high school, even graced their covers. Looking across the country, few of her peers could match her skills.

To be admitted to Y University, academic subjects are of utmost importance, so she decided to focus on both academic subjects and professional subjects.

Especially now that Wen Xi has emerged again, she dare not take the cultural examination lightly.

On weekends, Yuan Ya came to the calligraphy and painting street with the paintings she completed in her free time.

She comes from an ordinary family and has to earn extra money to maintain a luxurious life. Contributing to magazines only earns her some fame but not much money. The bulk of her income comes from this.

In addition to selling original paintings, she also paints fake ones.

Antiques are valuable in prosperous times and gold is valuable in troubled times. In recent years, the domestic development has been booming and more and more people are interested in collecting.

Calligraphy and painting are major categories of collections, and the shop owner secretly took on many orders.

Although she was young and her writing skills were a little immature, the orders she got were enough to support her life with the luxury brands.

Yuan Ya turned into the small shop deep in the alley with ease and was led directly into the inner room by the waiter.

The boss was a bald man. When he saw her, he stopped what he was doing, walked over with his belly bulging, took the painting from her hand, took a look at it, and then threw it aside.

"Just this one?"

"Well, it's my senior year now, so time is tight."

"You can't do that," the bald man said with narrowed eyes. "Not only is the production low, but that eagle painting caused me a lot of trouble last time."