"The calligraphy and poetry written by this Master Qingyun certainly have flair, but isn't the starting bid a little too high for a newcomer?"
"Too high? The Eldest Princess paid a fortune for his first work. Its value is beyond question."
"The Eldest Princess? The Great Wu Eldest Princess? Song Wanjun, the foremost talented lady?"
"Exactly. Surely you wouldn't question her judgment?"
"True, but he's only just stepped out of his thatched cottage. Personally, I don't think the final price will go much higher. Give him a few more years to hone his craft and deepen his foundations, and he might become a literary master of his generation!"
Inside a private room reserved for distinguished guests on the second floor, Chen Juexin heard the people downstairs holding forth.
She smiled disdainfully, then declared, "One hundred million Supreme Spirit Stones!"
To Chen Juexin now, one hundred million Supreme Spirit Stones weren't even a hair off nine oxen. Spending them didn't hurt in the slightest.
Besides, she was buying her own younger brother's work and supporting him. There was even less reason for Chen Juexin to feel any pain.
If anyone wanted to compete with her, Chen Juexin wouldn't mind raising her next bid straight to one billion Supreme Spirit Stones!
A perfect illustration of what it meant to have money and do as one pleased.
Most of that money would end up in Chen Mu's hands anyway.
In short, since he was interested in poetry and calligraphy, Chen Juexin, as his older sister, would naturally give him her wholehearted support.
Anyone else could lose face, but not her own family.
She believed that this figure would surely make the name "Qingyun" resound throughout literary circles!
"Pfft!" Someone couldn't keep the tea in his mouth and sprayed it out. "Sorry, sorry!"