From cannon fodder villain to superpowered queen

Holding the painting scroll, Bi Yao walked briskly down the streets of the small town.

Buying a priceless treasure for five thousand yuan is simply the pinnacle of bargain hunting!

All she can think about now is how to sell these ancient paintings and make a fortune.

"Ancient painting appraisal, high-price buyback!" Bi Yao shouted energetically with a megaphone, looking like a human-shaped mobile advertisement.

However, most of the town's residents showed little interest in these dusty scrolls, shaking their heads and waving their hands in disapproval.

"Young lady, these things aren't fashionable anymore. You might as well buy a cell phone to play with," an older woman in a floral shirt earnestly advised.

Undeterred, Bi Yao continued to focus on the antique market.

However, after a few glances, the so-called experts all gave her the evaluation of "copy" and "worthless". Some even mocked her: "Young lady, if you want to get rich overnight, you have to use your brain. Stop daydreaming!" After being repeatedly rejected, Bi Yao began to doubt her life.

Did you make a mistake?

Are these paintings really forgeries?

She found a coffee shop and took out the scroll to study it carefully.

The ink on the scroll is naturally diffused, the brushstrokes are smooth, and it carries an ancient and rustic feel.

Bi Yao circulated her energy and once again felt the energy fluctuations on the painting, which remained clear and intense.

It can't be fake!

Bi Yao gritted her teeth and decided to take a gamble.

She posted pictures and information about the ancient paintings on social media, along with very attractive captions.

However, the comments section was filled with voices of doubt and ridicule.

To make matters worse, several long-established collectors in the town have somehow joined forces and started spreading rumors that Bi Yao's ancient paintings are fakes and that she is deliberately inflating prices to scam people.

Bi Yao's situation became even more difficult; she seemed to be caught in an invisible giant net, unable to move.

Just as she was feeling disheartened, a man in a suit walked into the coffee shop, went straight to Bi Yao, and stared sharply at the painting in her hand.

"I heard you have a few ancient paintings you're going to sell?" The man's voice was deep and magnetic. "I'm very interested..." He paused, a meaningful smile playing on his lips, "...to see if your paintings are genuine or not."

The man's name is Qin Hao, and he is a well-known antique collector in China.

He carefully examined the painting brought by Bi Yao, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"Interesting." Qin Hao put down the scroll and gave Bi Yao a meaningful look. "Little girl, where did you get these paintings?"

Bi Yao had anticipated that someone would ask this question, so she made up a story, half true and half false, saying that the paintings were discovered by chance in her old home in the countryside, and she didn't know their exact origin.

Qin Hao was clearly not satisfied with this explanation, but he did not press further. He simply smiled and said, "Since you don't know their origins either, why don't you sell these paintings to me? I'll give you a reasonable price."

Bi Yao sneered inwardly. This old fox really wanted to take the opportunity to lower the price!

She feigned hesitation: "This... I need to think about it."

"Don't even think about it!" A sharp, sarcastic voice rang out, and several veteran collectors walked in, looking at Bi Yao with mocking expressions. "Young lady, stop dreaming! Your paintings are fakes, and you still want to sell them for a high price? You should pack up and go home!"

Bi Yao did not confront these collectors directly.

She smiled slightly and said, "I have received everyone's questions. Since everyone has doubts about my paintings, how about this: I will hold a small appreciation event for ancient paintings and invite some well-known collectors from other places to participate. At that time, it will be clear whether they are real or fake."

A few days later, the appreciation event was held at a high-end hotel in the town.

Bi Yao, dressed in a proper gown, stood gracefully on the stage and recounted to the collectors present how she discovered these ancient paintings and the basis for judging their value.

The collectors from out of town were all seasoned professionals in the field. They carefully examined the paintings brought by Bi Yao, their eyes revealing shock and admiration.

"Incredible! These paintings are all genuine, and in such good condition!"

"The brushwork in this landscape painting is clearly in the style of a Song Dynasty master!"

"The colors in this painting of ladies are absolutely stunning!"

The results of the investigation caused an uproar.

The veteran collectors were ashen-faced and speechless.

They never expected that this unassuming little girl would actually find a priceless treasure!

Collectors from other regions offered to buy the paintings, driving prices up. In the end, Bi Yao sold all the ancient paintings for an astonishing price, making a fortune.

Qin Hao looked at Bi Yao, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes: "Young lady, you're very smart and courageous. If you ever get anything good, remember to come to me first." He handed Bi Yao a business card, "Here's my contact information."

Bi Yao took the business card, a slight smile playing on her lips.

She knew this was just the beginning...

She turned and left, her high heels clicking crisply on the floor.

“It seems that this town is about to change…” a deep voice rang out from the crowd.

The news of Bi Yao's overnight wealth spread like wildfire throughout the town.

Those "experts" who used to ridicule and discourage her are now all green with envy, so sour they're practically rotting away.

The woman in the floral shirt used to tell everyone she met, "Oh my, I knew this young girl was something special back then. What do you call that? A discerning eye! It's a pity I didn't have any money, otherwise I would have gotten rich with her!"

Bi Yao used the money she earned to buy the largest shop in the town market, decorating it in a magnificent and dazzling manner that blinded everyone.

On the opening day, firecrackers went off in unison, gongs and drums resounded, and crowds thronged the streets. The scene was comparable to that of Chinese New Year!

Bi Yao stood at the shop entrance, wearing a red cheongsam that accentuated her fair skin and beautiful appearance, exuding a powerful aura.

She smiled slightly at everyone, radiating confidence in every gesture.

"I'm the most dazzling girl on this street now!" Bi Yao thought to herself with secret delight, but on the surface she still maintained an elegant smile.

Those veteran collectors who once mocked her are now shamelessly trying to get close to her. Bi Yao is too lazy to bother with them; after all, it's always better to have one more friend than one more enemy.

As her business grew, Bi Yao's shop became the most popular place in the town's market, attracting a constant stream of customers and bringing in a steady flow of money.

Bi Yao went from being an unknown girl to a celebrity in the town's business circle, and was respectfully called "Boss Bi" wherever she went.

"Yaoyao, you're amazing!" Bi Yao's best friend Xiaomei looked at her with admiration. "It hasn't been that long, and you've already become a winner in life!"

Bi Yao smiled, but felt a little disappointed inside.

Everything she did was to prove herself to Jiang Ruiyuan, but where is Jiang Ruiyuan now?

Does he still remember himself?

Thinking of this, Bi Yao's eyes dimmed.

"I must find him!" she vowed silently in her heart.

However, as her business expanded, Bi Yao also faced new challenges.

Funding, supply, connections...

These are all problems facing her.

In the dead of night, Bi Yao sat in her office, looking at the flashing neon lights outside the window, her brows furrowed.

"Knock knock knock..." A knock on the door broke the silence.

"Boss Bi, the goods are all loaded. We can set off first thing tomorrow morning," a gruff voice said.

Bi Yao got up and walked to the window, gazing into the distance towards the neighboring town...

"Set off."