Jiang Ning was startled.
Although her calligraphy was passable, her painting was a stretch.
Who would have so much money to burn, to buy her calligraphy?
It was highly likely that Xiaoqian was up to something.
Considering Old Man Li's destitute appearance, how much money could he possibly have at home?
Surely, the silver ticket in Xiaoqian's hand must be fake, a child's plaything. How could he possibly deceive the experienced housekeeper, Aunt Hua?
Before Jiang Ning could say anything, Aunt Hua burst into laughter, "A thousand taels of silver! What kind of calligraphy could possibly be worth such a price? Kid, did you just draw this silver ticket yourself?"
With a serious face, Xiaoqian replied, "You can take it and exchange it at any money house. If you can't cash it in, I'll take your surname."
"Is it real?"
Aunt Hua gave a signal to a maid at her side.
