"My goodness! They've actually reached a price of thirty-five million!"
Ye Qinghuang covered her little mouth with her hand, her delicate face filled with astonishment.
Such a piece of calligraphy, totaling no more than a hundred characters, was auctioned for thirty-five million!
Calculating it, that's over three hundred thousand for a single character!
"Who knew you had such skill."
Su Qinwei said with a smile, nudging Yin Tian with her elbow, "If our family ever becomes too poor to even open the pot, you just have to sell some of your writing, and we'll have money again, won't we?"
"Stop messing around."
Yin Tian frowned, pretended to be angry, and playfully flicked Su Qinwei's delicate nose, "How could there ever be such a day?"
Seeing that he hadn't spoken, the crowd had already started the auction on their own, even reaching such a high price, Fan Mingyuan touched his nose awkwardly, "Everyone, everyone, please calm down."
