Looking at Fu Yuchen's serious face, Mo Han immediately became cautious.

"Madam is wise." Fu Yuchen nodded.

Mo Han fell into deep thought.

"Are you saying that someone wants his life?"

Three years ago, after graduating from graduate school, Mo Han successfully entered Xue Chi's Wei Mo Studio in Wei Mo City, and Zhao Ying was one of them.

Zhao Ying was a well-behaved and introverted person. He was also very happy with all his fellow workers in the studio because he always helped his colleagues buy milk tea, clean up, and even stayed in the studio with his overtime colleagues until dawn in the middle of the night.

Therefore, everyone in the studio liked him very much, so they naturally trusted him incomparably.

That year was the most crucial year for the studio.

Wei Mo City held an original competition, and the first-place works would receive 20 million yuan in project start-up funds. This was undoubtedly very important for the newly established Wei Mo Studio. With 20 million yuan in start-up capital, they could start the project they had on hand, which carried all the effort of their studio.

After deciding to participate in the competition, the studio's partners checked all the participating studios and personal information, and then found out that their works were based on their strengths and weaknesses regardless of day or night. Finally, they decided on the theme and painting style of Wei Mo's studio.

Wei Mo's fellow studios worked overtime for half a year, eating and sleeping in the studio every day. When the anticipated work was completely presented in front of everyone, it was no exaggeration to say that the fellow studios wept until tears flowed down their faces, because not only did it condense their hearts and blood, it also condensed the dreams of this group of people over the years.

However, no one expected that it would be too late by the time they submitted their articles.

The work had actually been exposed the day before, but the name of the contestant was not Wei Mo Studio, but a studio that none of them had heard of.

Originally, they had become plagiarized dogs in the eyes of their peers. Overnight, a sky full of abuse and contempt swept over them, shattering the hearts of their studio companions. No one in Weimo City was willing to cooperate with them anymore.

To everyone's astonishment, the person who stole their work and handed it to the studio was actually Zhao Ying.

On the day that Zhao Ying left, he looked at all of his fellows in Wei Mo's studio proudly, "Aren't you all very outstanding? I just can't see your arrogant looks, a bunch of trash! I just want to see that you will never have the chance to turn around!"

At that moment, Xue Chi remembered that Zhao Ying had interviewed them when they had set up their studio in university, but because the style and level of their work did not meet the expectations, they declined him. He didn't expect that he would actually be so angry and filled with hatred. In the end, he chose to use such a long time to accumulate energy and then take revenge on them.

Wei Mo Studio had completely disintegrated because of this incident. All of the spiritual support given by his friends' families had turned into nothing.

Mo Han also returned to Nan'an City. The entire Wei Mo Studio only agreed that Xue Chi would stay alone in Wei Mo City and start from scratch. Zhao Ying had become the most promising and sought-after person in the industry.

Therefore, Zhao Ying, who had both fame and fortune, was naturally afraid that the truth would be exposed to the world by the people from Wei Mo Studio.

Xue Chi's reputation had already far surpassed his. Although many people were concerned about the plagiarism back then, they had no choice but to admit the strength of Xue Chi's paintings. Therefore, if this secret was exposed again and Xue Chi made a claim in the name of the studio, then what Zhao Ying would lose would be everything he currently had.

However, the evidence for all of Zhao Yingxia's crimes had already been grasped by Xue Chi. He was just looking for a suitable opportunity to throw out the evidence.

Zhao Ying and Xue Chi both took part in the competition, and Zhao Ying's guess was correct. Xue Chi and his fellow studios decided to announce all of this at the banquet.

Because this banquet would bring together all the outstanding talents in the country, this was a competition that everyone in the industry would pay close attention to. Therefore, it was undoubtedly the best opportunity for them to return the humiliation they had suffered back then at such a banquet.

It was already the end of September.

That was why Zhao Ying wished that all of his companions from Wei Mo Studio had disappeared.

He knew that if he didn't make a move, it would be too late.

When Zhao Ying walked out of the airport in Nan'an City, his assistant immediately whispered to him, "President Zhao, I just heard that people from Wei Mo Studio will gather at a private restaurant in the suburbs tonight to celebrate the sale of works by Mo Han Studio some time ago."

"That's perfect. Since they won't obediently hand over the things I want, then keeping them will be a disaster. Then let them completely disappear." Zhao Ying said extremely sinisterly and complacently.

"Has everyone on the hacker side been arranged?"

The assistant hurriedly nodded and said, "Everything has been arranged. After all, President Zhao has given us so much money. I heard that their boss will personally come forward this time."

"Good! Good job! When this matter is settled, your year-end bonus will be increased to seven digits." Zhao Ying was incomparably excited when he thought that he would be able to completely untie the knot in his heart for the past three years tonight and rest assured from then on.

"Thank you, President Zhao! Thank you, President Zhao! This is what I should do!" The assistant's flattery was loud.

At 7 p.m., Wei Mo Studio's companions appeared at a private restaurant in the suburbs on time. Everyone raised their wine glasses and looked at each other with tears in their eyes.

"Three years, cheers!"

"Many of our classmates who painted together changed professions. I didn't expect that we would be able to persevere until now."

"That's right, those female classmates who once said that they would paint for a lifetime even if they ate steamed buns had already married into a woman. They circled around the child's husband and the kitchen every day, and they probably forgot all about the types of brushes. Male students take the civil service examination, start a company, do small business. Who could associate them, who were now forced to see money as the only thing in their eyes, with the group of people who used to look at money like dirt? "Alas."

"But no one is wrong. This world is supposed to talk about survival before talking about ideals."

"That's right. In front of life, ideals can be sold."

"If it hadn't been for that incident back then, I wonder what would have happened to our Wei Mo Studio?"

"Sigh, bitch has her day."

Just as everyone was discussing their feelings, an extremely abrupt voice sounded, accompanied by a lucky voice, "Tsk tsk tsk … How touching!"

"Zhao Ying! You actually have the face to appear in front of us!"

"I'm not afraid that we'll smash you to death!"

"Scum!"

"The shame of the industry!"

"All these years, when you were holding that money in the clouds, didn't you ever think about how high you stood or how badly you fell?"

The small comrades of Wei Mo Studio immediately attacked.

Zhao Ying's assistant immediately moved a stool for him to sit down. "I, Zhao Ying, am not as vicious as you say. In this way, I will give you one last chance."

"Give me all the evidence in your hands so that I can let you live. Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite!"

The ugly corner of Zhao Ying's mouth made everyone feel extremely disgusted.

"We won't give it to you even if we die!"

"You're dreaming!"

"Before we die, we'll all drag you down together!"

"Delusional!"

Zhao Ying said again, "What a group of ambitious people. I wonder if you will kneel down and beg us to let you go."

"Someone!

In the next second, the hackers appeared neatly in the private room, wrapping around Wei Mo's studio companions layer by layer.

"You all know the hacker's methods. I'll say it one last time. Give me the evidence and I'll let you go!" Zhao Ying threatened.

"Evidence? What evidence? I really don't know what President Zhao is talking about?" Mo Han suddenly laughed.

"Mo Han, don't pretend! Yes, I sold your entire studio back then. I just don't like you guys. How about it?"

"That's right, you guys are the original creators of that competition. The first place should be yours. Unfortunately, it fell into my Zhao Ying's hands. What does that mean? It means that you trash, a group of people can't play me alone." Zhao Ying looked at the crowd and laughed.

'"So quickly hand over the evidence from that year to me! Don't you mind holding the evidence? Every time I look at it, I'm telling you how I sold you guys step by step. How is it? Are you surprised? Are you surprised?"

"I won't give it to you." Xue Chi said seriously.

Zhao Ying immediately turned his gaze over and said, "Xue Chi? Haha, what are you going to compete with me for! A useless man who can't even protect his own studio! Hurry up and give it to me!"

"President Zhao is so valiant! I really don't know how a real piece of trash would have the face to call someone else trash?" Fu Yuchen suddenly opened the door of the private room and walked in.

"Who are you?" Zhao Ying looked at this iceberg-cold man and felt an unprecedented panic in his heart.

"It's normal for President Zhao to be an artist and not know us little merchants. I'm Fu Yuchen. Nice to meet you, President Zhao." Fu Yuchen looked at Zhao Ying and threw an extremely evil gaze at him. Zhao Ying couldn't help but tremble, "You … you're Fu Yuchen Fu Group's … president? Why should I look for them … it's none of your business! I advise you not to meddle!"

"Am I meddling? You're threatening my wife's life. As her man, how can I sit idly by? You're right, President Zhao?" Fu Yuchen sneered.

Zhao Ying was dumbfounded, "Your wife?"

'"What? The news of Mo Han and I getting married didn't reach President Zhao's ears? It seems like these media have taken the money but didn't do anything. It doesn't matter. We'll spread the news about our wedding next month." Fu Yuchen pretended to be disappointed.

"Your wife is Mo Han?" Zhao Ying's mouth was long enough to fill an egg, "How is that possible? How can you marry her?"

"President Zhao may not know that Mo Han is the daughter of the Mo Group Group. Isn't it a proper match for me to marry her?" Fu Yuchen looked at Zhao Ying thoughtfully. Zhao Ying completely collapsed, "You're actually the daughter of the Mo Group Group?"

"Yes. How is it? Is President Zhao satisfied?" Mo Han smiled with disdain.

"President Zhao's admission of what he did back then has already entered this recording pen. I look forward to the awards ceremony in October, and I look forward to President Zhao in court." Xue Chi shook the recording pen in his hand and said.