"Yes, this dress is really amazing, even reporters like us who don't understand art are stunned, the work is advertised on Weibo with this fire, and Zhou Xintang's popularity is directly popular all over the country."

The reporter sighed.

At this New Year's Day party, Mingcheng Middle School really made a wedding dress for the experimental middle school, which not only advertised the experimental middle school, but also made Zhou Xintang popular.

It's miserable.

Qin Fang sat on the reporter's side, and when he heard this, he laughed cynically and sent a message to his subordinates, "Go, buy a hot search for our young and famous Zhou designer." ”

The corners of He Yidu's mouth hooked.

They're not good people.

If you don't play those games where you bite me, I'll only bite you.

If you dare to provoke them, you will bear the consequences.

Brother Cheng has a crush on someone who will tear Zhou Xintang apart because of an award for a literary evening?

Zhou Xintang is something.

He Yidu suddenly remembered something, and looked at Qin Fang, "At Gu Mang's level, which design company must be backed by, just like the identity of that top choreographer, it is more secretive, you are so high-profile, what should you do if you bring the people from Gu Mang's side here?" ”

This low-key boss even knows the president of the designer association, and the president's attitude is still respectful.

To design this thing, you have to have a finished product and a reputation in order to be respected.

I'm afraid that only a few people know about Gu Mang's existence, and the president is one of them.

The status of the big guy is not low.

Qin Fang reacted, "What do you mean, I accidentally took off the big guy's vest?" ”

He Yidu: "......"

I originally wanted to make a big one, but I picked up the big guy's vest, and I won't be sent to Africa by Brother Cheng......

……

Lanting Headquarters Building.

A female designer walked into the office of CEO Ji Heng with a tablet and high heels.

"President, look at this dress." The female designer handed the tablet over.

Ji Heng glanced over from the corner of his eye, and in the next second, his eyes froze, "How is this so similar to the new season design of our 'Legend of the Twelve Thousand Vientiane' series?" ”

God G has already sent eleven design drafts, and he is just one of them.

It's been more than a month, and the big guy didn't send it, saying that he had designed several versions, but they didn't look good.

They didn't dare to rush, so they could only postpone the press conference indefinitely.

The female designer said: "This dress appeared at the New Year's Day party of Mingcheng Middle School and Experimental Middle School, but the design author is Zhou Xintang. ”

"Who is Zhou Xintang?" Ji Heng frowned suspiciously, he had never heard of such a person.

The female designer was originally angry, but when she heard this, the corners of her mouth twitched, "A designer who became famous at a young age and is quite well-known." ”

"Yes." Ji Heng wasn't very interested, flipped to a real-time updated video, and clicked on it.

In the video, many students shouted in unison, asking Gu Mang to come up with evidence.

The female designer frowned, "God G seems to be besieged, and Zhou Xintang seized the opportunity to make the clothes, which is very unfavorable to us." ”

Ji Heng smiled faintly, "No, she kicked the iron plate this time." ”

With that, the man got up, took the suit hanging from the back of the chair, and walked out.

"President, are you going to the Mingcheng Opera House?" The female designer hurriedly caught up with him, the man had a big step, and she had some difficulty chasing in high heels.

The man answered, "Hmm." ”

The female designer said quickly: "I'll go too." ”

……

Meanwhile.

Mingcheng Opera House.

All the students of the experimental middle school glared at Gu Mang with hatred.

"Evidence?" The girl repeated these two words slowly, and lifted her dark eyes, which were as cold as a pool, "If you want evidence, you can." ”