The shop assistant looked helplessly at Wang Yi. Wang Yi nodded at him. "We'll take this one."
The shop assistant really had no choice. In the end, he could only get the 599-yuan phone, and he also gave Wang Le a SIM card, saying,
"This SIM card comes with 5,000 yuan in phone credit. It's a gift from us."
Normally, they gave this kind of SIM card to customers who bought phones worth tens of thousands of yuan. But since Wang Le refused to get an expensive phone, the shop assistant had no choice but to give him this one with 5,000 yuan in credit.
Wang Le was about to say something, but Wang Yi said, "They're giving you the SIM card for free. Just take it."
Wang Le had no choice but to accept it.
Wang Yi asked the shop assistant to find him a brush and a sheet of rice paper. "You gave us a phone for free, so I'll give your shop a piece of calligraphy."
Then, with a few swift strokes, he wrote four large characters in his own Dragon King Body style: "Honest Words."
He added a signature and inscription, then asked the shop assistant to hold the calligraphy while he posed for a photo with him.
The shop assistant was beaming with excitement.
The calligraphy was for the shop, so it could only be hung there. But the photo was his to keep.
He'd gotten to take a photo with Brother Yi. What kind of incredible luck was this?
He could brag about that photo for the rest of his life.
By the time they finished buying the phone, it was already late. Wang Yi and the others boarded a bus and headed for the train station.
On the second day after Wang Yi