"Are you saying that Deng Tao's family will compensate me with ten thousand yuan?"
Perhaps because Song Jiawen's expression of surprise was too vivid, Director Zhai worried that she, being young, couldn't resist the temptation, so he elaborated further, "Don't think ten thousand is a lot, but compared to the wrong Deng Tao committed, it's not something that money can redeem. Teacher Fang has also explained to me the value of your painting, which far exceeds what the first prize money can make up for."
Song Jiawen sighed to herself, the value of art felt somewhat ethereal to her at the moment. She had entered the contest primarily for the five thousand yuan prize money.
After all, she needed to save up for tuition fees, living expenses, and all other costs to be independent in society.
So don't tell her money isn't important. On the contrary, for her, nothing else but money is important.
But Song Jiawen, no matter how much she needed the money, would only take what she deserved.
