Then Let Tang Qiao Be Grievous

While pondering, Wen Guanjie spoke with his hands behind his back, "I'd like to recommend Tang Qiao from our class. Does anyone have any objections?"

The mention of recommending Tang Qiao prompted all students to turn their attention toward her.

Tang Qiao found herself in a rather amusing situation. She hadn't yet fully grasped the educational system of this world, and yet Mr. Wen was placing his trust in her. Mr. Wen, you're putting quite a lot of faith in me!

Amidst the silence, Wen Guanjie repeated his question. The whole class shook their heads.

They were just an ordinary class, even with the top math students serving more as fillers. They usually got eliminated in the first round, and poor performance brought mockery from the students in more prestigious classes. The scenario was identical to the previous year. As for this year, well, Tang Qiao was now the chosen one.

Tang Qiao noticed a shift in the way her classmates looked at her. Is that a hint of encouragement? Someone even offered her a cheering gesture, which baffled her. 

Tang Qiao wondered, What's going on? Isn't this just a selection? Why does it feel like I am entering a lion's den?

...

After class, Tang Qiao accompanied Wen Guanjie to the office. Wen Guanjie handed her a stack of papers, saying, "These are previous years' Olympiad questions. Go back and start studying. Also, work on your acting skills."

Tang Qiao accepted the papers, and Wen Guanjie smiled meaningfully, saying, "Good luck, Tang Qiao. I have high expectations for you."

Tang Qiao was left a bit dumbfounded as she exited the office.

Meanwhile, a female teacher in a business suit hurried into the room. She noticed Tang Qiao holding the test papers and inquired, "Mr. Wen, has your class decided on a candidate for the Olympiad?"

Wen Guanjie nodded, replying, "Yes, it's the young girl you just saw."

"What's her name? I don't recall seeing her before."

"Her name is Tang Qiao. She's a hidden talent I recently discovered."

The female teacher nodded, silently pondering.

The girl is quite attractive, but can she handle it?

Unbeknownst to Tang Qiao, her beauty had unwittingly earned her a reputation as a pretty face. She was now the talk of the school forum.

Late at night, in her rented apartment.

Tang Qiao sat before her desk, piled high with the books she had recently acquired. She picked up one, skimmed through it, then closed it again.

She had absorbed a considerable amount of information today and had gained a rough understanding that the high school knowledge structure in this world lagged behind that of her original world. Although this was just a small portion, it was of paramount importance. Tang Qiao was determined to confirm whether all the knowledge systems in this world were indeed outdated. If they were, there was a high probability that Jiang You couldn't cure his eyes and legs!

To reach a conclusion, Tang Qiao required an abundance of information and books. However, there arose the predicament—she had no money!

Tang Qiao sorted out all her assets and discovered that she had a total of 4,200 yuan.

After deducting the basic living expenses, she realized that she and Jiang You could only sustain themselves for about a month and a half.

She had grand plans of purchasing a comprehensive set of university-level physics and chemistry materials, along with specialized medical resources. In addition, she even contemplated acquiring professional medical equipment. Her hands were yearning to wield a scalpel once more, and the absence of the silver needles she was accustomed to left an itch in her fingers.

As the saying goes, "A penny stumps a hero."

Jiang You, who was seated nearby, suddenly glanced up at Tang Qiao and inquired, "Why the sigh?"

"I'm poor..." Tang Qiao mused, resting her chin on her hand as she brainstormed ways to earn more income. She pondered options like giving lectures, but she quickly dismissed the idea. In her previous life, a lecture could fetch at least a million yuan, but she didn't even comprehend the knowledge system of this world. Who would invite her to speak? Live broadcasting was another consideration, but did she want to live stream anatomy and potentially face legal repercussions? Becoming a bodyguard crossed her mind, given her martial prowess, but her school commitments made it impractical.

"Argh!" Tang Qiao tugged at her hair in frustration. It was proving to be quite the challenge to earn money.

Jiang You's eyes narrowing in a way that betrayed no hint of his blindness, suggested, "Let's invest in the stock market."

"Huh?" Tang Qiao responded in surprise.

Jiang You saw nothing inappropriate about an eight-year-old suggesting stock market trading.

He leaned back on the pillow Tang Qiao had provided and calmly explained, "I'll guide you, and you'll do the trading."

If prominent business magnates were to hear this conversation, they'd likely be crazy. After all, Jiang You's name was legendary on Wall Street.

He'd made his first fortune there, and upon returning to his home country, he continued to amass wealth. His astute and swift decision-making had earned him billions in the unpredictable stock market. It's just that after he retired from the stock market, his remarkable talent remained dormant.

Now, Jiang You calmly proposed, "Let's get into stock trading, and I'll guide you." This was an opportunity that even the wealthiest individuals couldn't buy with all their riches, and yet Jiang You was offering it freely.