There was also a sum of money that he had given to his childhood friend to invest, which couldn’t be withdrawn for now.
Meng Xinian never felt poor before; he had earned quite a bit of money himself and thought it was quite good, enough. However, after seeing Chiang Xiao’s ability to earn and spend money, he felt he was too poor.
That’s why he had handed over some money to his childhood friend to invest.
Now, upon finding out Chiang Xiao needed money, he couldn’t help at all.
Meng Xinian felt very frustrated, and after thinking for two days, he thought of another way.
He could help Chiang Xiao find ways to make money!
He thought of all the potential buyers he had heard about who might purchase paintings, compiled a list, and sent it to Chiang Xiao. The list was very detailed, specifying which person liked what style or type of painting and how much they had paid for certain works.
Chiang Xiao was somewhat amused and touched when she saw the list.
She knew Meng Xinian wasn’t an expert and didn’t realize that painting isn’t about pandering to one’s preferences or chasing after a price tag.
At least, with his heavy training schedule, he was still worried about her problems; he truly cared about her.
Chiang Xiao felt that if she were not thirteen but eighteen instead, she would have been unable to resist really considering him as a boyfriend.
The girl who ends up marrying Meng Xinian might be quite happy, she imagined.
Chiang Xiao sighed with a bit of a daze.
She suddenly found herself hoping they could really make it to the end together.
Another idea was the cup, the one from Grandpa Meng’s old friend.
In Meng Xinian’s letter, he straightforwardly pointed out that her cup was very special, but he also made it clear that it was too distinctive, and because the letter may not stay confidential, he didn’t spell out why it was special, trusting she knew what he meant.
Chiang Xiao’s heart skipped a beat when she read this.
She had been using that very cup to drink water these past few days and had noticed the same thing Meng Xinian had, but she hadn’t expected him to point it out so directly.
Moreover, he emphasized again that there were many things he hoped she would explain to him when they got married.
Seeing him mention "when we get married" again, Chiang Xiao visualized the many times he had urged her to grow up faster.
Tyrant Meng also told her that if she really needed money urgently, she could paint a cup for the old man.
Then, he would arrange for someone to deliver the cup, claiming he had bought it unintentionally, without revealing the artist’s identity, which should net a good sum of money.
He knew the cup’s miraculous properties and understood such a cup couldn’t be secured at an ordinary price.
Chiang Xiao was intrigued.
She felt it was actually possible to make money from that kind of cup.
At least, the pigments she used in her paintings truly contained ingredients from top-grade medicinal materials. If someone could take it to be tested, besides identifying this novel aspect, they wouldn’t be able to detect anything else.
Plus, she could paint the Talisman Diagram on other things in the future, like handkerchiefs, pillowcases, or whatever else, and then sell those.
This was something no one else could imitate because she discovered that such diagrams would subtly emit a scent like that of Space, faint but distinctly noticeable and distinguishable from other odors.