Classmate Zhang saw the words and grew so envious his eyes turned red.
Unfortunately, they had been written specifically for Huang Rixin, so he gave up on trying to snatch them away.
After showing everyone, Huang Rixin hurriedly and carefully rolled the calligraphy back up.
"I'll find a shop to have it mounted later."
A classmate beside him reminded him, "You'd better be careful. Don't let them switch it out on you, or have the shop owner take it for himself. You'd regret it too late."
Huang Rixin shook his head. "Don't assume the worst of people. Besides, the shop owners still have a business to run, don't they? Even if the monk runs away, the temple won't."
Another classmate said, "You're still too young, Xiao Huang. A piece of calligraphy written by Brother Yi himself is worth a lot. Those few pieces he wrote and gave to viewers during his livestreams probably go for tens of thousands, maybe even a hundred thousand. If one of Brother Yi's die-hard fans with money to spend came across it, it might even fetch hundreds of thousands or more."
"You've hit the jackpot."
Huang Rixin was a little stunned. "I'd never sell it, even if I were so poor I couldn't afford food."
To anyone else, this was a piece of calligraphy by Wang Yi, complete with his seal and signature. It was certainly worth a good amount of money.
But to Huang Rixin, it meant more than that. It was also a source of encouragement and a sign that Wang Yi believed in him. That was priceless.
Another classmate beside him said, "That's why you should be careful when you have it mounted. The framing shop outside the school doesn't look like it's doing well. It's not impossible the owner might close