At these words, it wasn't just the village elders who were stunned—even Su Yuhan and the others were taken aback.
"Brother Fang, you're that good?"
Fang Shouxin hadn't expected his old hobby to be useful here. Basking in everyone's astonished and admiring gazes, his vanity was greatly satisfied.
"Ahem, it's just a little hobby. Nothing very refined."
"That's no little hobby. Even among somewhat famous calligraphers today, you can count on one hand the number whose finished works can fetch over a hundred thousand yuan at auction. You definitely have real skill."
Although the celebrity effect couldn't be ruled out, the wealthy people at auctions weren't all fools. For them to spend over a hundred thousand on one of Fang Shouxin's works, he must have had some extraordinary talent.
