These were just two high school freshmen!
However, they dared to make a decision, and wasn’t it an adventure for her as well?
Chiang Xiao felt that if she didn’t make good use of the Magic Brush, it would truly be a waste of heaven’s gifts, and besides, if the paintings drawn with the Magic Brush could help some people, that would also be putting it to its best use.
If she didn’t use the Magic Brush, following the trajectory of her past life, Deng Qingjiang would still find out she had a secret.
Of course, it was also very possible that since she had completely changed her own life trajectory as well as her grandparents’, that secret might never be discovered by Deng Qingjiang.
But as she had considered before, she needed to gradually get in touch with circles ordinary people couldn’t access, in order to have the opportunity for revenge.
Now that such an opportunity had arisen, how could she possibly let it slip by?
Only if the effects of the painting were miraculous would people take notice of her.
Only if she held what those people couldn’t buy with all their money would they give her enough attention and respect. How realistic human nature could be, she had witnessed with her own blood and life.
Therefore, she couldn’t just bury her treasure quietly out of fear of having her secret discovered.
Yu Hang’s father already held a high position in Province N, as did Xi Minghui’s father, but they both were being forced by others to send their sons away for safety, which proved that the person they had offended was powerful.
Therefore, the old man who could speak on their behalf must have an even more extraordinary status.
Chiang Xiao didn’t feel at all that deliberately approaching people from the power circle was despicable.
She was just going with the flow.
Besides, if her painting really could help the old man, cure his senile dementia, wouldn’t that be doing a good deed?
"Chiang Xiao, are you so confident because there is something special about your paintings?"
They had reached a small grove near the school, where a fallen tree outside the grove was often used for idle chats and play, the fallen tree serving as a natural long bench.
It was a bit of a distance from the main road, where students from School Three could be seen continuously heading home with their backpacks.
The trio sat here to talk, and the location was just right.
It wasn’t secluded, but it had a degree of privacy, after all, anyone coming would be easily spotted.
Chiang Xiao decided to divulge a little.
"Yes, charging such a high price, of course, there’s something different," said Chiang Xiao. "What I draw are medicinal paintings."
"Medicinal paintings?" Yu Hang glanced at Xi Minghui, wary that he might jump up again.
He had been trying to persuade Xi Minghui these last few days.
Although their families only reported good news and not bad news to them, they both had close friends in Province N and weren’t stupid, they’d asked their close friends to keep an eye on their families’ situations.
The friends had written back saying that the situation didn’t look good.
Since they had caused the trouble, they had to try any method, even with just a shred of possibility. Besides, Chiang Xiao had also said that if the painting had no effect at all, they could simply return it to her, and she wouldn’t charge a penny.
If it really worked, what was the harm in owing a debt of one hundred thousand yuan?
Couldn’t the two of them earn one hundred thousand yuan in five years?
If not, they would borrow again!
Xi Minghui felt that Chiang Xiao’s claims were too miraculous, and the price she quoted was really too high. But after being persuaded by Yu Hang, he also agreed to only listen to Yu Hang and Chiang Xiao talk, without interjecting himself.
But now, hearing Chiang Xiao mention medicinal paintings, the urge to challenge Chiang Xiao stirred again in him.
Medicinal paintings, huh!
Xi Minghui wanted to say, Chiang Xiao, do you have bulls flying over your head!
After receiving a glare from Yu Hang, he stood up irritably and kicked a stone at his feet away as if to vent.