Holding a microphone, Ouyang Ya scanned the crowd and said in a gentle voice, "I heard that No.1 High School doesn't have a strong, sound teaching team. That's why I brought these books to you. Do you guys not want to have a glimpse of the masterpiece of Pure Feather?" 

The students below the stage looked at each other and then replied in unison, "No!"

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 "Red Sun", but the students of No.1 High School did not want any?

'Are they kidding me?'

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, "Here's 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 'Red Sun' and 'Phantom Light' in their hands."

As he was talking, some of the students pulled the two books out of their bags.

"I bet their books don't have Pure Feather's autograph."

"Thank you for your kindness, but you can keep those books for yourself."

"Mommy Zhizhi donated 2,000 books to No.1 High School the other day. You're too slow, honey."

Ouyang Ya's smile froze, and her group was stunned when they saw the two books in No.1 High School's students' hands.

They had come here to humiliate No.1 High School, but they were the ones humiliated now. 

Ma Mingquan then added, "If 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 she's willing to donate 1,000 copies of 'Red Sun' to Hang Yuan."

After saying that, he clicked on the voice message he had received from Fu Zhi, and the following words were heard: "I still have 20 copies with Pure Feather's autograph. Do the students of Hang Yuan like that? If they don't, then I'm going to keep them all to myself."

Pure Feather's autograph!

The students from Hang Yuan shouted in unison, "We like it!"

Ouyang Ya's 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. "Ouyang Ya spent hundreds of thousands of yuan to buy 500 copies, right? Well, I don't know about you guys, but I think she got ripped off big time. Anyway, that's none of my business. After all, she's a person who would wear a 10-dollar hat on a 5-cent head. In any case, here's 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 Feather's autograph for free as a gift. She can take it or leave it. Let me know later. I'm going to eat my porridge now!"

'You know I've 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!'

The price of the book was not Ouyang Ya's main concern. It was just that she did not want to give the money to Fu Zhi. Pulling a long face, she said, "I thought you said she was going to donate them to us?"

Fu Zhi replied, "Yes! The books are free of charge. There's no way a book would cost so much. I'm not a dishonest seller or anything. The 200,000 yuan is for the book covers! You've got to get this straight!"

Ouyang Ya said, "Can't you just give us the books?" 

Fu Zhi then said, "The students from Hang Yuan are my friends, so if I'm going to give the book to you guys, it goes without saying that I'll have to make it look nice. That's why I'm going to specifically make a book cover for the book! Do you think that's wrong?

"Mr. Ma, do you think that's wrong too?"

'Nope. You haven't done anything wrong. You just want to earn some pocket money, and there's nothing wrong with that.'

Ma Mingquan was on Fu Zhi's side. He chimed in, "She's 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 wouldn't care about the book cover. That's why I didn't stop Fu Zhi… Anyway, I am deeply sorry if I have caused any unnecessary misunderstanding on your side, Ms. Ouyang Ya."

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, "Let's buy it. All of us know how hard it is to get a copy of 'Red Sun' on the market. The price that Fu Zhi has offered is pretty reasonable." 

"She 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?"

"The market price for one copy of 'Red Sun' is 400 to 500 yuan, but Fu Zhi is charging Ms. Ouyang 200 yuan per copy. She's losing money!"

"It seems like Fu Zhi isn't that bad at all." 

…

Ouyang Ya seriously had no idea how this bunch of idiots had gotten into Hang Yuan. 

'You guys might gain something, but the only person in this world who would never willingly suffer a loss is Fu Zhi.'

Ouyang Ya felt exhausted. 

"Well, thank you, Fu Zhi. I will transfer the money to you later." There was nothing Ouyang Ya could do now. She could only give Fu Zhi the money to shut Hang Yuan's students' mouths. 

The silver lining was that she still had an ace up her sleeve. She said, "Oh 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 'Red Sun'."