"Uh..."

Qin Yang paused for a moment, thinking, Girl, should I tell you I'm from another plane?

"Master, I have an unreasonable request," Ruan Zhengtian said with a hint of yearning.

"Master?" Qin Yang was startled. The old man sure changed quickly; from little miracle doctor to master with just a single piece of calligraphy?

"You wouldn't be asking me to write for you, would you?"

Qin Yang's mind was astute. Seeing the old man's obsession with calligraphy, it wasn't hard to guess his request.

"Exactly, you are truly wise beyond comparison. I would like to ask you to inscribe a piece."

The old man, for this piece of calligraphy, quietly threw Qin Yang a compliment. His wrinkled face bloomed like an old tree in spring, with an eager smile.

"Not interested," Qin Yang shook his head and said.

"Why?"

Hearing this, the smile on the old man's face instantly froze in astonishment. It's just writing a calligraphy, Qin Yang shouldn't refuse, right?

"I helped you with your illness as a favor return, writing calligraphy is not part of the favor," Qin Yang shrugged and said.

"No way, you have to write for me today, or I'll block the door and you won't be able to leave."

The old man, acting like a child having a tantrum, got his temper up. Normally, many people asked him for calligraphy, but he paid no heed to them. This time, he finally asked for someone else's handwriting, anyone else would have written it eagerly long ago, but unexpectedly, Qin Yang ignored him.

"Well, I could write for you..."

Qin Yang slowly started to speak, and looked at Ruan Zhengtian. This old fellow asking for calligraphy still didn't know to offer something substantial, needing a hint from me.

"Ahem..."

Qin Yang gave a dry cough and held out five fingers.

"Okay, okay, I'll get the brush pen for you right away,"

The old man saw Qin Yang extend his hand, and was overjoyed, hurriedly excited to get the brush pen for Qin Yang.

Qin Yang's face turned dark upon seeing this, and looked at his own fair hand, thinking, Do I look like I'm asking for a brush? I'm asking for money, alright?

Ruan Xinxue pursed her lips in a smile, seeing through Qin Yang's intentions, said to Ruan Zhengtian, "Grandpa, he's asking for a writing fee."

"Oh," Ruan Zhengtian slapped his forehead, sudden realization dawning on him, "Indeed, a writing fee is appropriate, appropriate..."

"How much writing fee does the master require to agree to inscribe for me?" Ruan Zhengtian asked.

"Well, old man, I won't cheat you, fifty thousand will do," Qin Yang shrugged and said with a smile.

Although there was no mana in his body now, he was in the Immortal Venerable Realm in his previous life, and the calligraphy he wrote carried a sense of ethereal charm. Seeing it a lot could lift one's mood and had some health benefits, so this price was super cheap.

"Fifty thousand? Just to write a piece? Why doesn't this little yellow-haired guy go robbing instead!"

A fat woman muttered, though the Ruan Family was wealthy, they couldn't be scammed like this. Despite her soft voice, Qin Yang heard her.

"What, is that too much?"

Qin Yang frowned and glanced at the fat woman.

"Not at all, not at all, not just fifty thousand, even five hundred thousand is reasonable..."

Ruan Zhengtian quickly said, his wrinkled face bloomed again, turned and spoke to Ruan Xinxue, "Xinxue, remember to pay the master afterwards."

Seeing this, Qin Yang nodded with a smile, considering he only had a few hundred bucks on him now, which wasn't even enough for the next batch of medicine.

"Since you like war-themed pieces, I'll write Xin Qiji's 'Battle Hymn' then."

Qin Yang pondered for a moment, picked up the brush again, and swiftly moved it.

"Drunkenly, I light a lamp to watch the sword; dreaming, I hear the double-horn's echo. Eight hundred miles away over the braised feast, fifty strings resound beyond the border. In autumn on the battlefield…" Untying affairs for the king, achieving fame both alive and dead. Alas, the white-haired man!"

The ink falls, and on the white paper, a grandiose scene of golden spears and iron horses, swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger, emerges.

Each stroke was penetrating, worthy of iron-stroke silver-hook, as if the massive war scene unfolded before one's eyes.

Every man has hot blood in their bones, defending the country, wrapped in horsehide, like a true man!

"Good work, truly excellent calligraphy..."

The old man excitedly bent down to observe, old eyes glistening with tears, this piece reminded him of fighting alongside comrades in his glory days.

In a battle-torn world, with flaming beacons everywhere, to protect my family, my country, I took up the bayonet and eliminated all invading enemies!

Qin Yang and the others watched the old man's emotional state, tacitly retreated.

Inside the Maserati.

Warm sunlight shined through the window onto the young man and woman inside the car.

"Hey, now that your old man's healed, can you show me that bracelet?"

Qin Yang stared eagerly at Ruan Xinxue's delicate wrist, his gaze containing an overt sense of invasion.

"Humph, looking at you now, you're not the 'master' as Grandpa said, but a perfect little thug,"

Ruan Xinxue chuckled and then removed the jade bracelet, passing it to Qin Yang's hand.

The bracelet felt slightly cool upon contact, crystal clear, as green as water, reflecting a captivating beauty under the sunlight.

Qin Yang fondled the cold jade bracelet in his hand, and after a moment, a light flashed in his eyes.

Just as expected, it indeed contained some spiritual energy, this energy was quite pure!

If there were ten or so of these jade bracelets, it wouldn't take more than three days for me to upgrade to the Immortal Warrior stage; by then, I would have more tricks up my sleeve.

"Is this made of jade?" Qin Yang suppressed his joy and asked.

"Yes, it's a type of jade, more precisely called jadeite," Ruan Xinxue said, smiling and pursing her lips.

"Jadeite?" Qin Yang wasn't bothered as he asked the question that concerned him, "By the way, how many of these jadeite bracelets do you have?"

"Just this one, it was a birthday gift from my dad."

Ruan Xinxue laughed and said, clearly seeing that Qin Yang was very interested in the jadeite bracelet.

"Just one?"

Qin Yang raised an eyebrow, slightly startled.

"I heard that fat woman say you are the CEO of Ruan Jewelry Group, how can there be only one of these bracelets?"

"There are some in the company, but personally, I have only this one. It's not like those cabbages on the street; it's old-mined icy-sunshine-green. Although not the top-grade variety, it's still quite valuable."

Ruan Xinxue smirked, rolling her eyes at Qin Yang as she explained.

"Quite valuable? How much?" Qin Yang asked.

"Based on the current market price, this bracelet is worth around three million," Ruan Xinxue thought and replied.

"Three million?"

Qin Yang paused, surprised. This bracelet is worth about three million?! It's about the same price as this Maserati Quattroporte.

Gosh, this girl is a rich lady, a super rich lady!

He was just considering spending fifty thousand to buy it, but now it doesn't seem realistic. Nevertheless, he was determined to get it; stealing was impossible, and it's not easy to make a move on an acquaintance, especially since it's the girl's birthday gift.

For a moment, Qin Yang's eyes flickered, his mood shifting. Damn, who would've thought this bracelet would be so expensive.

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