At Fu Wan's command, several servants unloaded seven or eight chests from the carriage and opened them before everyone.
They were filled entirely with gleaming gold ingots!
Yang Biao's donation of twenty thousand shi of grain had been astonishing, but it was only a number, after all. They had no clear sense of what it meant. Fu Wan's donation, however, lay right before their eyes!
Gold was exceedingly precious, and the sight of gold ingots worth one hundred thousand strings of coins delivered an unparalleled visual impact!
Everyone around the imperial notice stood stunned, gasps rising one after another.
"Heavens! So much gold!"
"One hundred thousand strings of coins!"
"How many mansions, beauties, and clothes could that buy?"
"I've never seen so much gold in my life!"
"He's donating all-all of it?"
Ordinarily, a man was called wealthy if his family possessed ten thousand strings of coins, yet Fu Wan had donated one hundred thousand in one go!
They would not dare do such a thing even in their dreams!
Yang Biao's expression changed drastically. He demanded angrily, "Fu Wan! Didn't you say you had no money? If you have no money, where did all this gold come from?"
Even his Yang Clan could not produce so much gold at short notice. They would need considerable time to gather it, and might even have to sell some clan assets.
Fu Wan had produced so much gold in one go that he had clearly prepared it well in advance, yet the old bastard had been pleading poverty!
Fu Wan snorted. He was about to retort when another carriage arrived, drawing both their gazes.
The newcomer was none other than Cui Yan!
Cui Yan clearly had not expected to encounter them here either. "Imperial Father-in-Law, Lord Yang?" he asked in surprise. "What