Jiang Xue was taken aback, turned to look at Manager Yang, and only after a while did she say, "Manager Yang, are you serious about wanting to help me sell my calligraphy?"
"Couldn't ask for more!" Manager Yang laughed. He understood the value of Jiang Xue's calligraphy more than anyone else, so he believed that as long as Jiang Xue was willing, with his connections, they would definitely be able to sell them.
"Alright then, I've just written some pieces recently. I'll bring them over to you tomorrow to see if they can be sold. As for the price, you can decide."
"You want me to set the price?" Manager Yang was taken aback, never expecting Jiang Xue to leave the pricing decision to him.
It was only logical that since Jiang Xue wrote the calligraphy, she should set the price. But unexpectedly, Jiang Xue trusted him so much that she entrusted such an important matter to him, making him feel both flattered and surprised.
"That's right, you set the price. I trust you!"
