Apart from a select few in the industry with the foresight to identify talent, who managed to carve out a 20-30% commission from contracts with artists who have grown from little-known painters to renowned ones,
who would be willing to play with such a big toy? And who can afford it?
Old Yang swallowed his saliva for half a minute, nearly choking, before painfully tearing his eyes away from the yacht at the dock. He then turned his head with dignity, stating that since it's a gift from a disciple to a teacher, he couldn't make a decision and would relay the message to Mr. Cao Xuan.
Old Yang wasn't particularly noble or impervious to wealth.
He was just smart.
He knew which things could be accepted and which would cross the line.
Were they really giving a yacht for Old Yang to play with because they had money to burn?
Old Yang was nobody!
It was only because of his position as Elder Cao's exclusive personal assistant.
