But the He family couple absolutely could not tolerate it.
Because plagiarism and the like, had already touched upon issues of character, bottom line, etc.
Years ago, Zhao Yongkang, in order to win a prize, was willing to steal from his good brother, so in the future, for other interests, he could also sacrifice He Sitian or the entire He family.
Such a person is not just rely selfish, but has already violated the law.
Although Zhao Yongkang had been the He family’s son-in-law for two years, he had so understanding of his father-in-law and mother-in-law’s temperant.
So, if his secret were exposed, the He family would certainly not tolerate him.
"Furthermore, Mr. Zhao, our Overbearing Boss Leng has said that he will not treat the Outstanding Officials unfairly!"
"One hundred million! As long as you help us get the Holographic Technology, or find the whereabouts of the chat group, Overbearing Boss Leng will directly spend one hundred million to purchase your work!"
It wasn’t about directly giving money, but through buying the painting, avoiding the routine of regrets and claims, Assistant Zhou felt that their Overbearing Boss Leng was already very sincere.
Of course, it was also because Leng Mo really wanted the Holographic Technology as well as the entire chat group.
One hundred million?!
Although the He family was destined to succeed, but as of now, the entire market value of He Group had just surpassed one hundred billion.
And that market value still included movable and immovable properties and various other assets; on paper, the He family might not necessarily be able to pull out one hundred million in cash at once.
Besides, even if the He family soared, with assets growing to one hundred or one thousand billion, that would still belong to He Sitian.
Zhao Yongkang was just a son-in-law; although he hadn’t married into the family, in the eyes of the world, there wasn’t much difference.
Zhao Yongkang hadn’t forgotten, when he married He Sitian, he almost cramped his fingers signing all sorts of prenuptial agreents.
As long as he did sothing to wrong He Sitian, or if he caused a divorce, he would definitely be ousted with nothing, thrown out onto the streets.
Taking a step back, if he continued being the He family’s Prince Consort, his monthly allowance was only a few tens or hundreds of millions.
Such a sum of money, for the forr Zhao Yongkang or for the average person, was definitely a huge fortune.
But, after living in a wealthy family for two years, and having seen all sorts of rich people’s extravagant spending and hedonistic lives, Zhao Yongkang slowly got used to that kind of luxurious enjoynt.
Moreover, he thoroughly enjoyed his persona as a refined Artist.
Every day, without having to work hard for a living, it was just casually making a few strokes on the canvas.
Tired, then traveling around in search of inspiration, sotis painting a "portrait" for a young and beautiful model.
Paintings, there would always be an appreciative "connoisseur" willing to buy at a high price.
Not even thirty years old, Zhao Yongkang had already beco a locally famous young Painter, also becoming an honorary mber of official organizations like the Artists Association.
Money, honor, the envious and admiring gazes of peers or juniors... Zhao Yongkang loved such a life too much.
But, what he owned was because he was the He family’s son-in-law; he was depending on the He family to survive.
On the surface, Zhao Yongkang didn’t seem to care about others mocking him for being a kept man, but deep down, he was still very prideful.
He hoped he could truly stand on high ground, no longer subject to people’s pointing fingers but rather being sincerely called "great Painter" or the owner of a gallery.
One hundred million!
A full one hundred million!
Plus the money from the previous "painting sales," he already had a hundred and forty million in hand.
Such a large sum of money was enough to compensate for the loss should he be driven out of the He family once things blew up!
Besides, Leng Mo had not only offered a high reward but also had a leverage over Zhao Yongkang.
Zhao Yongkang had grown accustod to being known as a "genius painter" and didn’t want plagiarism to ruin his reputation.
"I, I can help you. However, you have to guarantee that if I pull this off for you, you have to help smooth over the new artist award for the art competition!"
Zhao Yongkang was astute; he wanted more than just not being exposed by Leng Mo—he also wanted the well-connected Overbearing Boss Leng to help him eliminate this potential threat.
"...Okay, as long as you can get what our Overbearing Boss Leng wants!"
It was only a small underling asking for a little favor, Assistant Zhou didn’t even need to trouble Overbearing Boss Leng; he could handle it himself.
So, Assistant Zhou generously agreed.
Then he ticulously described to Zhao Yongkang the relevant information about Holographic Technology—cough cough, to steal sothing, first you need to know what the thing is.
Zhao Yongkang didn’t understand these, he morized so coding or the general program pattern by rote, then picked a day his wife was at the company, bought a bouquet of flowers on the way, and headed there.
"Husband? What brings you here?"
He Tiantian, seeing Zhao Yongkang holding a large bunch of red roses, showed a surprised expression.
"Today marks a thousand Circulation since we t. I know you’ve been busy with company matters lately and can’t take ti off right now. So, I’ve ordered a grand al to have a small celebration in your office at lunchti!"
Zhao Yongkang was gentle and considerate, stirring the hearts of the surrounding female employees—oh wow, President He’s husband is so romantic, so thoughtful.
He Tiantian:...
Indeed, a good husband, today, he must have prepared a "surprise" for himself!
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