Holding a microphone, Ouyang Ya scanned the crowd and said in a gentle voice, âI heard that No.1 High School doesnât have a strong, sound teaching team. Thatâs why I brought these books to you. Do you guys not want to have a glimpse of the masterpiece of Pure Feather?â
The students below the stage looked at each other and then replied in unison, âNo!â
Ouyang Ya was stunned.
Was there something wrong with their brains?
She had done her homework well before coming here. Pure Feather was now considered a particularly well-known person amongst high school students, and her books were selling like hot cakes.
Every student in Hang Yuan felt proud about having a copy of âRed Sunâ, but the students of No.1 High School did not want any?
âAre they kidding me?â
Ouyang Ya did not believe it at all.
Just as Ouyang Ya started thinking that this group of students was faking their refusal for the honor of the school and they would throw away their reserve and beg for the books after she pushed them a few more times, Ma Mingquan finished his conversation with Fu Zhi on WeChat.
He put his phone down and said calmly, âHereâs the thing, Ms. Ouyang. We appreciate your kindness, but unfortunately, each and every student and teacher of No.1 High School already has a copy of âRed Sunâ and âPhantom Lightâ in their hands.â
As he was talking, some of the students pulled the two books out of their bags.
âI bet their books donât have Pure Featherâs autograph.â
âThank you for your kindness, but you can keep those books for yourself.â
âMommy Zhizhi donated 2,000 books to No.1 High School the other day. Youâre too slow, honey.â
Ouyang Yaâs smile froze, and her group was stunned when they saw the two books in No.1 High Schoolâs studentsâ hands.
They had come here to humiliate No.1 High School, but they were the ones humiliated now.
Ma Mingquan then added, âIf my memory serves me right, there are 1,500 third-year students in Hang Yuan, right? It seems to me that 500 copies are not enough, so I contacted Fu Zhi just now. She said sheâs willing to donate 1,000 copies of âRed Sunâ to Hang Yuan.â
After saying that, he clicked on the voice message he had received from Fu Zhi, and the following words were heard: âI still have 20 copies with Pure Featherâs autograph. Do the students of Hang Yuan like that? If they donât, then Iâm going to keep them all to myself.â
Pure Featherâs autograph!
The students from Hang Yuan shouted in unison, âWe like it!â
Ouyang Yaâs face turned ugly, as Fu Zhi once again had stolen her thunder.
However, the students from Hang Yuan did not notice the changes on her face.
The voice message continued to play. âOuyang Ya spent hundreds of thousands of yuan to buy 500 copies, right? Well, I donât know about you guys, but I think she got ripped off big time. Anyway, thatâs none of my business. After all, sheâs a person who would wear a 10-dollar hat on a 5-cent head. In any case, hereâs the deal. Mr. Ma, tell her that I will charge her 200,000 yuan for these 1,000 books, and I will give her an extra 20 copies with Pure Featherâs autograph for free as a gift. She can take it or leave it. Let me know later. Iâm going to eat my porridge now!ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âYou know Iâve been ripped off, so why are you selling them at such a high price? The original retail price was only 20 yuan, but you doubled it!â
The price of the book was not Ouyang Yaâs main concern. It was just that she did not want to give the money to Fu Zhi. Pulling a long face, she said, âI thought you said she was going to donate them to us?â
Fu Zhi replied, âYes! The books are free of charge. Thereâs no way a book would cost so much. Iâm not a dishonest seller or anything. The 200,000 yuan is for the book covers! Youâve got to get this straight!â
Ouyang Ya said, âCanât you just give us the books?â
Fu Zhi then said, âThe students from Hang Yuan are my friends, so if Iâm going to give the book to you guys, it goes without saying that Iâll have to make it look nice. Thatâs why Iâm going to specifically make a book cover for the book! Do you think thatâs wrong?
âMr. Ma, do you think thatâs wrong too?â
âNope. You havenât done anything wrong. You just want to earn some pocket money, and thereâs nothing wrong with that.â
Ma Mingquan was on Fu Zhiâs side. He chimed in, âSheâs kind-hearted and she just wants to give the books to you guys. I apologize for my insensitivity. I thought that considering that Hang Yuan is an elite school, you guys wouldnât care about the book cover. Thatâs why I didnât stop Fu Zhi... Anyway, I am deeply sorry if I have caused any unnecessary misunderstanding on your side, Ms. Ouyang Ya.â
He was talking in a very earnest voice, and the students below the stage could not help but laugh.
The students from Hang Yuan were restless as well. All their families were rich, and they did not think a book that cost 200 yuan was expensive at all.
Thus, they all said, âLetâs buy it. All of us know how hard it is to get a copy of âRed Sunâ on the market. The price that Fu Zhi has offered is pretty reasonable.â
âShe donated 2,000 copies to her own school, and she still has a way to get 1,000 copies for us? Who is she? Doraemon?â
âThe market price for one copy of âRed Sunâ is 400 to 500 yuan, but Fu Zhi is charging Ms. Ouyang 200 yuan per copy. Sheâs losing money!â
âIt seems like Fu Zhi isnât that bad at all.â
...
Ouyang Ya seriously had no idea how this bunch of idiots had gotten into Hang Yuan.
âYou guys might gain something, but the only person in this world who would never willingly suffer a loss is Fu Zhi.â
Ouyang Ya felt exhausted.
âWell, thank you, Fu Zhi. I will transfer the money to you later.â There was nothing Ouyang Ya could do now. She could only give Fu Zhi the money to shut Hang Yuanâs studentsâ mouths.
The silver lining was that she still had an ace up her sleeve. She said, âOh yeah, after the basketball match this afternoon and the talent show tomorrow, I will prepare an extra gift for No.1 High School to thank you guys for giving us the 1,000 copies of âRed Sunâ.â