Some numbers are also good, such as nine million, rounding up to 100 million, and 1.48 billion in Hunyuan quarantine...

He likes them all very much, but unfortunately he can't go too far.

"Twelve nine thousand six hundred?"

Cheng Qiuyue recited this number gently and felt enlightened.

The price was too low, and she couldn't even believe it.

Even those mortal calligraphy masters can sell for millions or tens of millions of characters, and such mysterious masters are simply priceless treasures.

But, I'm afraid it's very meaningless to charge no amount of money.

She originally wanted to use her family's connections to collect as much money as possible. It should be not difficult to make up tens of millions.

But now she thought about it carefully. What is the difference between one dollar and one hundred million for such seniors who regard money as dirt?

The meaning of numbers is more important.

Twelve9,600 is exactly one yuan.

As the saying goes, one year begins and everything is renewed, which is also a kind of perfection.

Cheng Qiuyue finally understood.

This senior only cares about the perfection of a number, so the total price of calligraphy and paintings obtained in this store, no matter how many paintings, will not exceed 129,600 yuan.

I think no matter how much money she gives, her senior will definitely not accept it!

In fact, this letter was given to her.

Thinking of this, Cheng Qiuyue took a deep breath, gave a deep salute to the senior who was playing mortal world in front of him, and said earnestly: "Thank you for your gift. I dare not be greedy for too much. I am willing to pay 129,600 yuan for this letter."

Lin Zhishui sighed inwardly that the young man was teaching, nodded slightly with satisfaction, and said, "It's so good."

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Chapter completed!