Li Chuan's calm voice was firm and resounding.
The wealthy merchants were stunned as they listened.
Yun Ya looked at Li Chuan with a smile, stepped forward, and respectfully offered the calligraphy with both hands.
"Ten thousand taels of gold are easy to obtain, but a kindred spirit is hard to find. This piece of calligraphy should be gifted to someone who understands it."
"Miss Ji...this?"
"This girl is also a person of character, Li Chuan, just accept it." Old Master Zhuang said with a smile.
"I cannot take this calligraphy for free, so I will donate 1.5 million in Miss Ji's name to an elderly home to extend your filial piety and accumulate blessings for the teacher's wife."
The old lady couldn't stop smiling from sheer joy.
The wealthy merchant, feeling embarrassed, snorted and sat down, not daring to say anything further.
