Bring your aunt to eat big meat, the scumbag father's family is furious

Wu Qingjin left in a rage.

Sitting in the carriage, she took out a packet of poison from her sleeve.

What a pity! If this thing were placed in Qiao Zhizhi's teacup, her hands would gradually rot and she would never be able to pick up a pen again.

But now she couldn't even get close to Qiao Zhizhi, which meant that the plan had gone to waste.

Wu Qingjin twisted his face and threw the package out of the carriage.

It seems that I have to think of other tricks.

Two dirty little beggars ran over and picked up the small package on the ground.

“If a rich person throws something away, it must be a good thing.”

A little beggar opened the paper bag and found white medicine powder inside. The smell was a bit strange and hesitation appeared on his face.

"I'm so hungry. If you don't eat it, give it to me. Maybe it can help you stay healthy." Another little beggar snatched it away.

Even if it doesn't smell good, I still think what if it's sugar.

Just as he was about to put it in his mouth, a voice sounded in his ears.

"Little friend, can you give me this thing? I'll buy it from you."

The two little beggars saw a woman standing in front of them. She stretched out her hand, and there were two silver coins in her palm.

One piece of silver could provide food for several days, so the little beggars were of course happy to accept it. Each of them took one and handed the packet of medicine powder to the woman.

Qiao Jianer wrapped the powder and said, "Wu Qingjin has no sense of public morality. He threw poison around and almost hurt innocent lives."

However, since it is going to be used on Qiao Zhizhi, let's just treat her the same way we treated her.

Qiao Lian'er followed Wu Qingjin to the Wu family.

Murong Shu was waiting for Wu Qingjin in her room. When he saw her come back, he came up to her and asked.

"Well, is that stupid ass Qiao Zhizhi impressed?"

Wu Qingjin's face turned pale. "I went to her house to apologize in person. I really gave her face. She scolded me as much as she wanted and said everything. She even guessed all my plans."

"In that case, there's no way she'll ever get back together with you. Where's that packet of medicine? Get rid of it quickly. It'll be bad if someone finds out."

"I threw it into the street."

Murong Shu was stunned for a moment: "Did anyone see it? If it was eaten by those beggars by mistake, they might find fault with you."

"Don't worry. If they are eaten by those blind creatures, it is their fate. What gives me a headache is Qiao Zhizhi. How can I deal with her to relieve the hatred in my heart?" Wu Qingjin narrowed his eyes.

She passed by the store that Qiao Zhizhi had taken over. The classroom was almost set up, and they would be able to recruit apprentices soon and make a lot of money.

These days, the Qiao family's sales of tools and materials are also very good.

As soon as Qiao Zhizhi painted a few paintings, they would be bought at a high price.

Once this person becomes famous, he has everything.

And these should have belonged to her.

The servant brought tea. Qiao Jian'er had finally waited for this moment. While the two were not paying attention, she poured the packet of medicine into Wu Qingjin's cup.

After thinking about it, he also gave some to Murong Shu. After all, the two of them were in cahoots with each other and were discussing together how to harm Sister Zhizhi.

"Why not do this?" Murong Shu picked up the cup and took a sip of tea.

"We spread the word that the paint was poisonous. Prolonged contact could cause poisoning symptoms, ranging from general weakness to severe bleeding, and even life-threatening."

"Find a few more people to act it out and make it more believable. Then we'll see who will buy the paint from the Qiao family, and who will sign up for painting classes. The Prince of Guangping's Palace will also be eager to remove the paintings."

"If this happens, Qiao Zhizhi's reputation will be completely ruined. She might even be taken away by the Dali Temple and charged with murder for money."

Wu Qingjin's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he clapped his hand on Murong Shu's shoulder. "Not bad, Shushu. I didn't expect you to come up with such a good idea. Yeah, once the rumor spreads, how many people will try to tell whether it's true or not? It's just a rumor, and if it becomes a big deal, Qiao Zhizhi's class might even be ruined."

She was in a good mood and took a big sip.

The medicinal powder was originally almost transparent white, and when dissolved in tea, it had no taste at all. Therefore, Wu Qingjin drank the entire cup of tea without noticing anything unusual.

The two of them discussed and decided that they could take action after a few days of classes starting.

After receiving this useful information, Qiao Jianer left the Wu family.

I don’t know whether Wu Qingjin’s medicine will work quickly or it will take some time. If it works quickly, she will be too busy to take care of herself and there will be no need to hire anyone to act.

Qiao Lian'er felt that they should wait a while. If Wu Qingjin drugged Qiao Zhizhi and the effect showed up quickly, it would be easy to guess that it was her, which would be like asking for trouble.

Generally, when doing things like this, one has to do it secretly and clear oneself of suspicion first.

As she expected, Wu Qingjin was fine for the next two days.

Qiao Zhizhi's classroom was also arranged and had a plaque named Qingteng Painting Academy.

Those who are interested in learning oil painting have already registered in advance. As soon as the class started today, a lot of people came. Of course, they had to register carefully.

According to Qiao Lianer's plan, the courses are divided into ordinary classes and boutique classes, with different fees, which are rotated every other day.

The course duration for regular classes and elite classes is divided into three months, half a year, and one year, and registration is based on demand.

Most of them are nobles or wealthy businessmen, and they have chosen the elite classes. As for time, those who are confident in themselves, or want to learn the basics and then go back to study on their own, will sign up for three months. Those who want to learn more and are patient will sign up for a longer period.

Some small wealthy businessmen and aristocrats signed up for ordinary classes. They knew that they could not compare with the elite classes, so most of them chose to study for half a year or a year.

It took a whole day to compile the specific list. Originally, there were so many people that the huge classroom could not accommodate them all. However, after dividing them into different classes, some seats were left, which could be reserved for those who registered later.

The next day, I had to prepare for the class.

Qiao Zhizhi found Qiao Jianer and told him what was on her mind.

"Kamera, I've only just begun to master it. I want to learn more so I can teach others. So, I plan to spend half an hour every day going there and use the extra time to study."

Half an hour is one hour, four quarters of an hour, which is equal to five days in space.

Qiao Lianer agreed. She found more in-depth learning videos for Qiao Zhizhi and gave her further explanations.

"Sister Zhizhi, you have to be reserved and keep some skills for yourself. You can't teach everything to others."

Qiao Zhizhi understood.

The Qingteng Art Academy opened its classes smoothly. Qiao Zhizhi was giving lectures on the stage. She was a girl who was not afraid of the stage. She spoke naturally and fluently while demonstrating on the drawing board.

Wu Qingjin and Murong Shu also came to the outside of the painting academy.