After returning to the capital to farm, the abandoned concubine made a comeback.

Although Lin Qin's folk art inheritance alliance has temporarily escaped the crisis of being banned, it is like a small boat sailing in a storm, which may capsize at any time.

Funding became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

Unfolding the budget sheet, the shocking deficits resembled hideous wounds, stinging Lin Qin's eyes.

Her delicate brows were furrowed, and her fingertips tapped lightly on the table, one tap after another, as if tapping on everyone's heart.

The atmosphere inside was heavy, and everyone's breath seemed to carry a tremendous weight.

Master Wang nervously rubbed the corner of his clothes, looking at Lin Qin with worry, his cloudy eyes filled with helplessness.

"What can we do now..." he sighed, his voice hoarse like a broken bellows.

Lin Qin bit her lower lip, her gaze resolute.

"There's always a way!" She took a deep breath, trying to stay calm.

"Xiao Xi, do you have any good suggestions?" Lin Qin asked silently in her heart.

A cute little system appears just in time, [Ding!]

The host has been detected to be facing financial difficulties. A time-limited task has been issued: Double your profits within three days!

Reward for completing the task: One clue to a special business opportunity; Penalty for failure: One random skill will be downgraded.

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Lin Qin's eyes lit up. Although risks and opportunities coexist, she has never been one to back down.

"Fortune favors the bold!" Lin Qin turned her attention to the overseas market, deciding to take advantage of the untapped business opportunities of this era to promote the products of the Heritage Alliance to a wider audience.

She contacted overseas businessmen overnight and personally designed product patterns, striving to perfectly showcase the essence of Chinese culture.

Time was of the essence, so she worked almost non-stop, neglecting sleep and meals.

Those around her watched her busy figure.

Three days later, the first batch of orders arrived like snowflakes, and Lin Qin's face showed a long-lost smile.

She succeeded!

With the funding problem solved, Lin Qin breathed a sigh of relief, feeling much more relaxed.

She looked out the window at the rising sun, her heart filled with hope.

“Next, it’s time to find a new successor…” Lin Qin murmured to herself, her gaze fixed on the distance, but she suddenly stopped. “Wait, what’s that…” Lin Qin rubbed her aching temples, feeling as if her eyelids were filled with lead.

The days of running around trying to persuade her had left her physically and mentally exhausted.

She dragged her heavy steps into an old wood carving workshop. The air was filled with the faint smell of sawdust. An old craftsman with gray hair was engrossed in carving a lifelike phoenix.

"Master Wang, what's your decision?" Lin Qin's voice was a little tired, but she still tried her best to maintain her enthusiasm.

The old craftsman didn't even look up, his carving knife still moving swiftly in his hand. "I'll think about it some more." His tone was indifferent, as if Lin Qin's arrival had disturbed his work.

Lin Qin's heart sank; she had heard this answer countless times.

Since the last incident, many folk artists have become suspicious of her and the Heritage Alliance, and their former support has turned into indifference.

She mustered her strength and continued to persuade him, "Master Wang, passing on the craft is our shared responsibility..."

However, the old craftsman simply waved his hand, signaling her to stop talking.

Lin Qin sighed helplessly and turned to leave the workshop.

As the sun set, its afterglow bathed Lin Qin's tired face, casting a golden halo over her.

She did not give up; instead, she became even more determined.

She knew that the path of inheritance was destined to be bumpy, but she would never give up easily.

Lin Qin decided to change her strategy.

She invited several folk artists who had previously supported her to hold a small skills demonstration event together.

At the event, Lin Qin passionately spoke about the alliance's philosophy and future plans; her voice was powerful and infectious.

"We must not only pass on the skills, but also the culture and the spirit!" Lin Qin's voice was firm and resounding, like a lightning bolt piercing the dull night sky.

The folk artists in the audience, whose eyes had been hesitant, gradually became determined.

Touched by Lin Qin's sincerity and enthusiasm, they all expressed their willingness to join the Heritage Alliance.

Seeing this, Lin Qin was so moved that tears welled up in her eyes.

She knew that her efforts had not been in vain, and the flame of inheritance had finally been rekindled.

"Great! Let's do it together..." Lin Qin waved her arms excitedly, when suddenly she felt a burning gaze on her from behind...

The intense gaze came from Zhu Ling.

He stood at the back of the crowd, his deep gaze following Lin Qin's figure.

Seeing how hard she was working to pass on her skills, he felt a pang of heartache.

As night fell, Lin Qin dragged her tired body home.

As she pushed open the door, an enticing aroma wafted out. The dining table was laden with her favorite dishes, and the flickering candlelight illuminated Zhu Ling's gentle face.

"You're back." Zhu Ling stood up, walked to Lin Qin, and gently embraced her.

"You've worked hard." His voice was deep and magnetic, like a warm current flowing into Lin Qin's heart.

Lin Qin felt a lump in her throat and her eyes welled up with tears.

She buried her head in Zhu Ling's chest, feeling his warm embrace, her heart filled with emotion.

"Thank you."

The two dined by candlelight, chatting and laughing in a warm and sweet atmosphere.

Zhu Ling would occasionally serve food to Lin Qin, and Lin Qin felt his love, her heart filled with happiness.

However, the happy time is always short-lived.

Just when Lin Qin thought everything was getting better, a sudden fire shattered the tranquility.

The raging fire engulfed the workshops of the Inheritance Alliance, billowing smoke and flames shooting into the sky, filling the air with a pungent smell of burning.

When Lin Qin arrived at the scene, what she saw there broke her heart.

The workshop was reduced to ruins, and the tools and materials used to pass on the craft were burned to ashes, with a suffocating smell of smoke filling the air.

Lin Qin's vision blurred, and she felt as if her heart had been ripped out, collapsing to the ground.

"How could this happen..." she murmured to herself, her voice trembling with despair.

However, Lin Qin was not defeated.

She quickly rallied, her gaze fixed firmly on the burning ruins.

"I won't give up!" she clenched her fist, her voice firm. "I will definitely start over!"

Lin Qin turned to Zhu Ling and said, "We need to purchase new tools and materials."

Zhu Ling nodded, standing firmly beside Lin Qin. "I will stay with you."

"Okay." Lin Qin took a deep breath and looked into the distance. "Let's go now..."

Looking at the workshop that had been burned to ashes, Lin Qin felt her anger and resentment grow wildly like weeds, but she knew that now was not the time to give up!

She quickly composed herself, her eyes sharpening like knives, and with one word in mind, she decided to do it!

She rolled up her sleeves and immediately got to work.

First, she contacted her old friends who had supported her before, and to her surprise, the news was met with a large response!

The artisans who had been moved by her sincerity generously donated money. Some brought their treasured tools, some brought the finest wood, and some even worked through the night to make new carving knives.

The scene was like a huge fan meet-and-greet!

To her even greater surprise, some businessmen who had previously been hesitant became big fans of her story.

Among them are some overseas tycoons who have expressed their willingness to contribute to Lin Qin's legacy.

The way these businessmen looked at Lin Qin was one of pure admiration and appreciation, as if they were witnessing the rise of a new generation of business queen!

"Miss Lin, you are simply my idol!" A blond, blue-eyed foreign businessman excitedly grasped Lin Qin's hand. "With such vision and such boldness, it's no wonder you're so popular!"

Faced with the goodwill pouring in from all sides, Lin Qin felt both moved and proud. Looking at the tools and materials piled up in front of her workshop, she smiled slightly and her eyes shone with confidence. Her inner monologue was: I am the legend!

With a wave of her hand, she shouted with boundless enthusiasm, "Brothers and sisters, let's get to work!"

Everyone responded enthusiastically and got to work with great energy, bringing the workshop back to life.

However, just when everything seemed to be getting on track, Lin Qin suddenly sensed something was wrong.

"Zhu Ling, I always feel..." Lin Qin was interrupted by a scream before she could finish speaking, "My God! What, what's going on!"