"I don't need money," Yang Yu laughed, "and besides, I can't have too many of my crafts, otherwise they won't be worth anything."
"Haha..." Everyone burst into loud laughter, leaving Zhang Baishi rather frustrated: "Yang Yu, won't you reconsider? For the sake of my friendship with Sister Xia..."
"Alright, I'll write you a piece of calligraphy." Yang Yu picked up the pen again and wrote four bold characters: Growing Strong.
Even though Yang Yu wrote it casually, these four characters were no less powerful than the couplet earlier, exciting Zhang Baishi greatly: "Good boy, thank you, thank you!"
"You're welcome." Yang Yu chuckled, "For the sake of your friendship with my grandma, just give me a million."
"Haha..." Everyone laughed once more, but this time Zhang Baishi wasn't anxious or angry; he happily transferred a million to Yang Yu: "Here, you deserve it!"
Only Zhang Baishi understood the value Yang Yu's calligraphy held for collectors.