"Is this Zhang Ruitu's 'Five-character Poem in Running Script'?" Wang Fei's gaze landed on the calligraphy on the table, her tone inadvertently revealing a hint of surprise.
Qi Yun nodded, his lips slightly curved: "How about it? Will this piece catch the eye of Mr. Li?"
"This is more than eye-catching, my dad will definitely be thrilled beyond measure if he sees it."
Wang Fei only glanced at it briefly before quickly putting it away, smiling as she praised, "I've been searching for Zhang Ruitu's works recently but couldn't find any. Qi Yun, you're amazing."
Qi Yun waved his hand: "No, I was just lucky. If Mr. Li likes it, then my efforts weren't in vain."
Wang Fei placed the painting tube aside and then picked up the teapot to pour Qi Yun a cup of tea, her eyes full of delight: "What's the price for this piece of calligraphy, Qi Yun?"
Qi Yun took a sip from his teacup, responding leisurely: "Considering we're friends, forty thousand should do."
