"120,000!"

"150,000!"

"180,000!"

"Ten..." Zheng Hongxiu feigned weakness and shouted, "Nineteen thousand!!"

"Two hundred thousand!!!" Su Wansan exclaimed in a frenzied manner.

Zheng Hongxiu pointed at Su Wansan, stomped her foot angrily, and turned to leave.

"You're rich, so you're powerful!"

With Su Wansan displaying such an imposing manner, no one in the room dared to continue competing with the richest man in terms of wealth, and in the end, all four works were acquired by Su Wansan.

Su Wanyi reluctantly took out the silver notes.

The transaction was completed, 500,000...

It was acquired by Zhao Cheng.

Zhao Cheng remained expressionless, thinking to himself that the club's decor could be upgraded even further.

It was past 9 AM, but Su Ye, the main character, had not yet arrived. However, the atmosphere of the conferment ceremony had already reached a climax.

Just when everyone thought the matter was about to come to an end, Zhao Cheng looked at the disappointed fans and said loudly, "The investiture ceremony is for Little Sao Ye. He hasn't arrived yet, so we don't need to rush."

"Logically speaking, since the four masters have come to show their support and left their calligraphy, we shouldn't make any further requests of them. But... seeing everyone's dejected expressions, I felt heartbroken, so I just discussed it with the four masters and asked them to write some more calligraphy for everyone before Su Ye arrives!"

"I will arrange a table for each of the four masters. If you want an autograph or calligraphy from any master, please line up in order!"

"Signatures are free, but if you need calligraphy... I'll make the decision for the masters!"

"A single word is worth a thousand taels of silver!"

Upon hearing this, some people in the crowd were overjoyed and rushed to line up in front of the master.

"Master Jin, I admire you so much! Compared to your poems, I like your novels the most. They are all courageous and loyal, serving their country and people. They are all tough men!"

"Mr. Pu, I love your poetry the most!! Are you married? Is your wife still alive? Have you remarried? Do you want to remarry again??" qqxδnew

"Master Yi! I've finally met you in person! Your 'Searching for Jing' isn't finished yet, but I've already read it at least ten times!!"

"Old Xu, hurry up and update! Did Jiang Ziya and Daji get together? Did Nezha and the Third Prince of the Dragon King finally get married?"

"..."

"Are they crazy?" Zhao Wu muttered, looking at the spectacle before him. "Or did they not hear clearly? Every word is worth a thousand taels of silver!"

"What do you know!" Looking at these crazy people, Zhao Cheng felt like he was getting a "+1 gold coin" effect popping up above his head.

He also thought these people were crazy.

A single word is worth a thousand taels of silver, a thousand words are worth a million taels of silver—according to the sayings of my past life, that's a million taels of silver for a thousand words!

Writing a web novel would be enough to live off for several lifetimes!

Of course, this is just wishful thinking...

Zhao Cheng said calmly, "Being poor can drive people crazy, but being rich can drive them even crazier! How would you describe your feelings right now?"

"Let me think..."

Poverty limits your imagination!

Zhao Wu scratched his head; he really couldn't figure it out.

A single word carries immense value.

When you're hungry, is a single word more useful than two steamed buns?

This murky world!

This is insane!!

Dong Hua seemed to understand and wasn't surprised, but leaned closer to Zhao Cheng and reminded him, "This is different from our plan, isn't it?"

The original plan was to earn enough money from the four works by Master Jin and his companions. After all, they had gone through so much trouble to accompany Su Ye this time, so they had to recoup some of the costs, right?

Unexpectedly, not only did the costs come out, but the profits exploded.

And coincidentally, accompanying Su Ye to play was paid for by Su Ye's uncle.

Zhao Cheng said, "I guess the drug was too strong; that guy hasn't gotten up yet. Time is money, and it's not easy to put on this show, so we should make as much money as possible!"

"It's a pity you didn't let your sister come; she missed this great show."

"Many people in Yanchuan City know your sister, especially these young masters. Her identity as Cao Bichang cannot be used in Yanchuan."

"I know..."

"This is a rare opportunity! It's a once-in-a-lifetime chance! No matter how far the queue goes, we'll wrap it up as soon as Young Master Su Ye arrives! Money alone isn't enough; fate also plays a part!"

Zhao Cheng gently patted Dong Hua's shoulder, walked towards Su Wansan, and said with a smile, "Boss Su, congratulations on acquiring this one-of-a-kind set of calligraphy! The rest are minor matters, you don't need to compete with them, right?"

"Of course." Su Wansan stared intently at the calligraphy he had just acquired and chuckled, "Brother Zhao Cheng must have made quite a bit today, right?"

"I don't lie to real people. It wasn't easy for me to invite them here, so I should earn a little bit of brokerage fee."

"Good lad, once I sell this set of calligraphy to Southern Zhou, if the profit is considerable, I'll talk to you about cooperation."

Zhao Cheng was stunned: "What? Selling Southern Weekly? Didn't you keep it as a personal collection?"

"Am I crazy to collect this stuff!" Su Wansan pointed at Mr. Pu and others who were writing calligraphy and said, "If you play it this way, the more calligraphy they write, the less valuable my calligraphy will be! So I need to take it to the Southern Weekly to sell it first, where I can get a sky-high price!"

Zhao Cheng was shocked.

No wonder you're the richest man!

I need to learn!

Su Wansan carefully handed the four calligraphy scrolls to his attendant, straightened his long gown, and said, "For hundreds of years, this vast land has been dominated by scholars in the south and warriors in the north. Those bookworms in the south have always mocked us northerners as warriors. The sudden emergence of seven or eight famous figures in our Jing Kingdom has long made those literati in the Southern Zhou Dynasty grit their teeth in anger."

"Southern Weekly is economically wealthy and likes to produce these frivolous literary works. Their idols are far more fanatical than we are."

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