Rebirth with a Space to Counterattack and Abuse the Scumbag

"Mr. Qian, what happened?" I suppressed my unease and tried my best to remain calm.

Qian Sanqiang said breathlessly, "The reporters from major media outlets... they said that our exhibition's publicity efforts were insufficient, and they've postponed their interview invitations!"

My heart sank. Sure enough, the thing I feared most had happened.

"Calm down, Mr. Qian, don't panic." I took a deep breath and tried to make my voice sound steady. "I'll handle it." I turned to Gong Lin, my gaze firm. "It seems we'll have to show some real skills."

I immediately called the publicity team. Looking at the tired and bewildered faces in front of me, I raised my voice: "Everyone, we are indeed facing some problems, but this is not the end of the world, it is a challenge! We want everyone to know that our exhibition is by no means going unnoticed!"

“Do you all remember what I said before? Our exhibition is not just a collection of artworks, but also a collision of ideas and an exchange of emotions. We must convey this spirit!” I walked to the whiteboard, picked up a pen, and said, “First of all, we need to change our publicity strategy. We should no longer be confined to traditional media reports. We need to create topics and spark discussions!”

My pen flew across the whiteboard, and bold promotional plans emerged one after another: street art flash mobs, social media interaction, celebrity endorsements, and my sudden inspiration for "art blind boxes".

The whole team was infected by my passion. Everyone's eyes lit up, and they all offered their own ideas. The originally somewhat gloomy atmosphere became lively and enthusiastic.

Over the next few days, I was like a wound-up machine, throwing myself wholeheartedly into the publicity work.

I led my team through the streets and alleys, personally participating in the planning and execution of every promotional activity.

Each attempt has given me a clearer direction and more confidence in the success of the exhibition.

I cleverly combined my "art blind box" concept with blind box games and launched a challenge on social media, which quickly sparked a buzz and attracted the attention and participation of countless people.

"What is this? This is so interesting!" someone exclaimed.

"Look, look! I actually won a replica of a famous artist!" someone excitedly boasted online.

Seeing the increasing online discussion, I felt a little more at ease, but there is still a long way to go before true success.

something unexpected may happen any time.

On the opening day of the exhibition, the sky suddenly darkened, thick dark clouds covered the sun, and the wind howled as if it would swallow everything up.

I stood at the entrance of the exhibition hall, looking up at the gloomy sky, and a strong sense of unease suddenly welled up in my heart.

How could the originally sunny weather suddenly turn like this?

Does this foreshadow something bad?

Will this weather affect visitors coming to the exhibition?

A gust of cold wind blew by, and I couldn't help but shiver.

I tightened my coat to suppress my unease and looked into the distance. Just then, Gong Lin walked up to me and his deep voice came through the window.

"Miao Qing, look—" Gong Lin's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible tension. I followed his gaze and saw that the once empty exhibition entrance had somehow become filled with rows of open transparent umbrellas.

These umbrellas are not ordinary rain gear; their surfaces are painted with various abstract patterns, some resembling flowing galaxies and others like blooming flowers, which stand out strikingly against the gloomy sky.

The background music that was originally prepared at the entrance was changed to a gentle piano piece. The sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella intertwined with the music, creating a unique atmosphere.

"This is...?" I was a little surprised, but then I understood.

This is my temporary solution. In order to cope with this sudden bad weather, I arranged for the staff to repurpose the transparent umbrellas that were originally used as decorations, so that they could also play a unique role in the rain and become part of the art exhibition.

I felt a surge of excitement; it seemed our efforts had not been in vain!

I took a deep breath, calmed myself, and quickly walked to the entrance to direct the staff to guide the audience in.

"Distinguished guests, welcome to our exhibition! Although the weather isn't cooperating, rainy days have their own romance. Please open your umbrellas and feel the charm of art amidst the interplay of light and shadow!" I spoke into the microphone, my tone calm yet firm.

Perhaps it was the novelty of these umbrellas, or perhaps my words had an effect, but the hesitant visitors opened their umbrellas and entered the exhibition hall.

Inside the exhibition hall, the soft lighting made each artwork appear even more exquisite.

I could clearly feel an exciting atmosphere in the air, and every audience member seemed to be captivated by the scene before them, uttering heartfelt exclamations of admiration.

Shi Yunshen stood in front of a giant oil painting, while Qian Sanqiang, all smiles, weaved through the crowd, busy greeting guests from all walks of life; his mouth was practically stretched to his ears.

Even Miao Jiajia, who had previously opposed the cooperation, stood aside, silently watching everything with a complex expression on her face.

Standing in the center of the exhibition hall, I felt the gazes from all directions. The praise and amazement surged towards me like a tide, filling my heart with pride.

I looked up at the lights above me and felt like a dazzling star, shining brightly in the sky of art.

At this moment, I felt an unprecedented sense of honor. This was not only an affirmation of my personal achievements, but also a recognition of all the hard work of our team.

Just as I was basking in the joy of success, Miya Rin walked up to me.

He held my hand tightly.

My image was reflected in his deep eyes, as if I were the only scenery in his eyes.

I could feel the warmth of his palm, warm and strong, like an electric current running through my whole body.

His gaze and his hands conveyed a silent language: love, support, and pride.

I took his hand in return, our eyes met, and we both understood each other's feelings.

In this bustling exhibition hall, we felt as if we were in a world where only we existed, warm and peaceful.

Flashes went off incessantly, and camera shutters clicked incessantly as reporters from various media outlets pointed their lenses at Shi Yunshen and me, vying to capture this glorious moment.

My name, along with Shi Yunshen's, appeared on the front page of major media outlets, becoming a hot topic in the art world.

Standing under the spotlight, feeling the envious and admiring gazes around me, I felt an indescribable surge of excitement.

Once, I was just an unknown art enthusiast, but now, I stand at the pinnacle of art and have realized my dream.

The crisp sound of champagne and the congratulations from the guests intertwined to create a beautiful melody that lingered in my ears.

Holding a glass of champagne, I gracefully moved through the crowd, radiating confidence with every gesture.

I saw Qian Sanqiang's face flushed with excitement at the success of co-organizing this exhibition with us. He kept raising his glass to me, his eyes glistening with tears of emotion.

I also saw Miao Jiajia. She was standing in the corner, looking at me with a complicated expression. I saw surprise, resentment, and a hint of... in her eyes.

admiration?

"Miao Qing, congratulations, you did it." Shi Yunshen walked up to me, raising his champagne glass. "I admit, I underestimated you. Your talent and perseverance are truly admirable." He paused.

I smiled slightly, raised my champagne glass, and gently clinked it against his. "I'm looking forward to it too."

Just then, a discordant voice came from the crowd...

"Tch, just lucky, does he really think he's something special?" A sarcastic voice pierced the celebratory noise. I looked in the direction of the voice and saw Zhao Heng, the painter who had previously scoffed at my work. He was standing at the edge of the crowd, staring at me with disdain.

I gave a cold laugh, ignored his provocation, and turned to continue talking to the other guests.

However, Zhao Heng did not seem to intend to give up. He raised his voice and said sarcastically, "A greenhorn girl who has just started out is already getting cocky after holding an exhibition. Isn't she afraid of hurting her back?"

The air around us seemed to freeze instantly, and all the guests' eyes were fixed on us.

I felt a surge of anger burning in my chest, but I suppressed my displeasure and maintained an elegant smile on my face.

“Mr. Zhao, I am truly flattered by your praise,” I replied calmly. “However, my success is not due to luck, but to my ability. I believe everyone here can see that.”

My words resonated deeply, and the surrounding guests nodded in agreement.

Zhao Heng's face turned pale and then red. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything and slunk away from the crowd.

Watching Zhao Heng's disheveled departure, a sense of vengeful pleasure welled up inside me, and a feeling of exhilaration spread through my heart.

This is just the beginning. I will make all those who once looked down on me pay the price for their foolishness.

After the exhibition ended, I returned home, where Miya Rin was already waiting for me.

He handed me a cup of hot tea and asked gently, "Are you tired?"

I nodded, leaned on his shoulder, and felt his warm embrace.

"What are your plans next?" He gently stroked my hair.

“I want to go to Europe and America to see the world,” I said, looking up with a determined glint in my eyes. “I want my art to reach the world.”

Gong Lin looked at me and said, "My discharge procedures are almost complete. We'll go together next month."

One morning not long after, Gong Lin and I said goodbye to our family and friends and boarded a flight to Italy.

The moment the plane took off, my heart was filled with anticipation and excitement.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the plane is about to land..." The flight attendant's sweet voice rang out. I opened my eyes and looked out the window at a bustling metropolis with towering buildings and bright lights.

"We've arrived." Gong Lin grasped my hand, his eyes sparkling.

I took a deep breath, and a surge of heroic ambition welled up in my heart.

At that moment, a man in a suit walked up to us, bowed slightly, and said in fluent Chinese, "Miss Miao, welcome to..."