So what if she's a fake heiress? She's being pampered by a powerful figure in Beijing'

Impossible! She didn't believe it!

My sister had told me before that Tia's boss was a cold-blooded businessman who didn't understand art and only knew how to make a living!

She also said that Xie Junfei was just the daughter of a nouveau riche with a little money, and that she had publicly mocked her artwork at an offline fan meeting, which made her hold a grudge.

Since I happen to be in the same school as Xie Junfei, I can help my sister teach this little bitch a lesson.

Yes, my sister and I have been close since childhood, how could she lie to me?

It must be that little bitch who conspired with Zhang Yu to cheat!

Thinking of this, she struggled to pull her scalded hand away from Xie Junfei's feet, and stood up with her hands on the ground, barely maintaining the last bit of dignity.

After finishing all this, she chuckled and looked Xie Junfei up and down:

"Come on, you little bitch, do you really think I'm a complete novice? You're Tia's boss? If you were Tia's boss, I'd never make it into the art world in my entire life."

"If you were at Tiancheng Private School next door, your words might be somewhat believable, but at a poor school like Beijing No. 1 High School, you're talking nonsense."

After saying that, she took out her phone, raised her hand to take a picture of her wound, and whistled at Zhang Yu next to Xie Junfei:

"I was thinking of beating you up and letting you go, but now you're completely finished."

"So what if you signed Tia? Such a big gallery doesn't need a little Karami like you. Just wait and I'll ruin your reputation."

After saying that, she cursed under her breath, pulled out her phone from her pocket, took a picture, and was about to send a message to her buddies downstairs to come up and have a brawl when Zhang Yu kicked the phone out of her hand.

Lin Yunyun's eyes widened, and she was about to curse when Zhang Yu slapped her across the face!

Zhang Yu looked down at Lin Yunyun, whose face was tilted to the side, and said coldly:

"This is the price you pay for insulting my boss."

With a thug who could hit anywhere, Xie Junfei was happy to have some peace and quiet, so he stood aside with his arms crossed and watched the show.

Hitting people can be addictive, especially hitting your enemies.

Zhang Yu slapped Lin Yunyun twice more, beating her so badly that she didn't dare to say a word.

After the people around him had vented their anger, Xie Junfei lazily said:

"You wanted to call for help? Sure, go ahead."

"Then let's go all the way and not call the teacher anymore, let's just call the police."

Lin Yunyun stared at her with wide eyes, looking at her in disbelief.

Xie Junfei didn't bother to speak and took out her phone to make a call, but Lin Yunyun became frightened and quickly pressed her hand down:

"No, you can't call the police!"

Xie Junfei raised an eyebrow, continuing the action in her hands:

"Why not? You seem pretty arrogant to me."

"Could it be that your older sister, Lin Ning'er, is going to promote her solo art exhibition online tonight, and you're afraid that reporters will find out that you, her younger sister, were taken to the police station for school bullying, so you're afraid to call the police?"

Lin Yunyun was startled by her seemingly oblivious attitude:

"How did you know!"

This is a trade secret! Even the executives who promote Lin Ning'er and the PR firm that took the order know about these things!

Xie Junfei whistled:

"Didn't I tell you? I'm Tia's boss."

At this point, a mischievous glint flashed in Xie Junfei's eyes:

“I not only know that your sister is trying to promote her art exhibition, but I also know that she and her executives have signed a pledge that if they don’t buy enough shares, she will have to pay back part of the funds used to hold the exhibition.”

This is also a trade secret, which Lin Yunyun only overheard Lin Ning'er mentioning unintentionally after she got drunk.

Now she was completely convinced that Xie Junfei was Tia's boss.

She took two steps back, and for the first time, a hint of fear appeared in her eyes.

My older sister, Lin Ning'er, must know Xie Junfei's identity, so why didn't she tell me?!

I also studied painting, and if I want to make money, I will definitely have to sign with a gallery in the future. Now that Lin Ning'er has made me offend Tia's boss, what should I do?

These questions, one after another, left Lin Yunyun, who had been arrogant and domineering for eighteen years, completely dizzy and disoriented.

Xie Junfei and Zhang Yu sat on the steps of the rooftop, with a soft drink that Chi Xu had brought along.

She pulled the tab open and handed it to Zhang Yu beside her:

"So you're really not going to take this opportunity to knock her down?"

Zhang Yu shook his head:

"Letting her die now would be too easy on her."

She lowered her eyes, as if thinking of something, and murmured:

"I want her and her sister to go to hell together, to be buried with my sister."

Xie Junfei knew that she was thinking of Zhang Yu's sister, who had been bullied by Lin Ning'er to the point of depression and died, so she stopped trying to persuade her and simply patted her on the shoulder.

"You're mine now. If you need anything, just let me know."

Zhang Yu forced a smile:

"Thank you."

With more than half an hour left before the lunch break ended, Chi Xu tossed the USB drive to Xie Junfei and sat down next to her.

"There's only surveillance footage in the stairwell. Lin Yunyun is being too careful; she deleted all the previous bullying footage."

Xie Junfei nodded. The school's surveillance system had been under maintenance recently, making it easy for someone to tamper with it.

But surveillance in the stairwell alone is enough.

Xie Junfei accepted the USB drive, looked up at the scenery, and said:

"I've secured a filming opportunity for you in a very popular documentary, and I'll need your cooperation in August."

"At that time, Tia will conduct comprehensive promotion for you and the jade shop you inherited, marketing you as an internet celebrity artist. You should prepare in advance."

Zhang Yu nodded. Since she had chosen to cooperate with Xie Junfei, she was already prepared to be marketed to and exploited.

Moreover, the jade shop's income has declined sharply in recent years, and if no changes are made, it will really be unable to make ends meet.

Zhang Yu and Xie Junfei were used to this, but Chi Xu, who was listening in from the sidelines, found it extremely novel:

"Are those young artists who become internet sensations really marketed in this way?"

Xie Junfei took it for granted:

"Yes, otherwise what do you think?"

“Our gallery also needs to meet KPIs, you know. Keeping up with the times and making good use of online resources is also a way to make money, and there’s nothing shameful about it.”

“Other galleries also have their own cultivated internet celebrity artists, but most of them are not worthy of the position.”

As she spoke, Xie Junfei casually named several currently popular artists who were also minor internet celebrities, causing Chi Xu's eyes to widen in disbelief:

"Holy crap, they're one too!"

"Damn these little brats, they were secretly talking bad about my dad behind his back! They failed the art academy entrance exam but insisted they were unappreciated, and they kept attacking my dad. They're completely insane."

Seeing his indignant expression, Xie Junfei chuckled.

She knew the little internet celebrity that Chi Xu was talking about.

He previously marketed himself as a genius painter in China, but was rejected by the Beijing Academy of Fine Arts in the art exam. He then began to incite his fans to criticize the Chinese education system, and loudly announced that he would become the kind of man that the exam-oriented education system could not produce, and made videos to apply to foreign art schools.

Who knew that none of the famous art academies abroad paid any attention to him?

He is indeed trying to ride on the coattails of Chi Xu's father's popularity online, questioning Uncle Chi's professionalism.

Xie Junfei comforted the fuming Chi Xu:

"Alright, alright, why are you arguing with a clown?"

"If you don't like him, I'll have Tia warn him for the sake of our young master Chi, how about that?"