"If Miss Fan Chunran wants to say that, then go and watch the surveillance. I vouch for my personality that I don't have Mr. Sarai, and I have an ambiguous relationship, and Nanhe is my older brother. ”

The corners of Song He's mouth have always kept smiling, and the faint smile is like a rose that has not yet fully bloomed in the spring of May, which is intoxicating.

"Hmph, who knows if what you said is true or false? Those two people must be witnessing for you, they are your people, aren't they? Fan Chunran snorted coldly and raised his head arrogantly.

Anyway, what she said is true, and it can be found on the surveillance. Today, he has to ruin this woman's reputation!

Hearing this, the queen's expression changed abruptly, and she glared at Fan Chunran fiercely: "Please pay attention to your attitude when you speak, and don't slander others until the matter is investigated." ”

Who doesn't know that the Nanjia is the supreme business community in France, and it is also the driving force of the French economy, and the reason why France has been able to develop so much is also thanks to the economic support of the Nanjia.

And Sarai is a nobleman of her own family, Fan Chunran is talking about Sarai, undoubtedly scolding her secretly.

Fan Chunran's face changed, and he wanted to say something, but he still stopped his mouth and glared at Song He next to him fiercely.

The queen set her eyes on Song He: "Please continue." ”

Song He smiled and nodded, her demeanor was full of elegance and nobility, and she was not inferior when she stood beside the queen.

"That was my explanation of the video just now, and now let's talk about the design draft."

"You should also see that I am not French, I was depressed some time ago, Nanhe, who is also my brother, knew that I was interested in design, so he helped me sign up. The Queen should know about this, too, and the invitation I know has the Queen's signature on it. ”

"My name is Song He, in my country, I am also a designer, with my own design team and studio, Baidu can be checked, if you don't believe it, you can search on the spot, you can also go to investigate, it only takes a few minutes."

Such words made the people present sigh again, and they all fell on the queen.

The queen smiled at the camera, looking very calm and elegant: "Yes, I am very clear about the quota, and the invitation to the design competition in Miss Song He's hand was sent by me." Some time ago, the president of the Nanhe family came to ask me to give me a place, and I gave it without much thought at the time. ”

It's just that she didn't expect that the baby she wanted to protect in Nanhe's mouth turned out to be a foreign woman.

What happened today was not what she expected.

What surprised her was the two people of the Fan family, although the people of the Fan family are more arrogant and domineering on weekdays, they are still very measured in public.

But......

Today she was so disappointed that she had to reconsider who should take over the next president of the Fashion Design Association.

Seeing that the queen was helping Song He, Fan Chunran's face changed greatly.

"What about the design work, when you plagiarized my work, did you think about the feelings of the original designer?"

Song He raised his eyebrows and looked at Fan Chunran's gaze with a faint smile: "Are you sure that my work is plagiarized from you?" ”

"Can you be held legally responsible for your words?"

Therefore, the words are not intimate, with a faint anger.

After so many years in the designer industry, it is the first time he has seen others say that he plagiarized other people's works, and most importantly, he said it so reasonably.

Her design style, as well as the design elements, all come from her own China, how did she turn into her Fan Chunran's scrap draft?

Hearing this, Fan Chunran's body stiffened, and the head that originally wanted to be lowered was poked by Fan Yinglang behind him, and he immediately raised his head and chest again.

"Yes!"

"I'll go home and see how someone like you is still so arrogant about plagiarism!"

"If they were all like you, the original designer wouldn't have to live! Where is the copyright? ”

These words immediately aroused heated discussions among fellow designers, and they glared at Song He one by one in the audience, hating to cut Song He with a thousand knives.

What they are most afraid of is the plagiarist, and now there is a plagiarist, blatantly standing in front of them, and also won the first place in the competition, which is a great shame for them!

"Miss Fan Chunran, we support you in taking her to court!"

"That's right! The one who is still going to sue for disrepute! ”

"Hurry up and get down that garbage on the stage, Miss Fan Chunran is a famous ghost among our French designers, not comparable to plagiarized garbage like you!"

"Even if you don't look at what kind of goods you are! Think you're good-looking, it's okay? ”

"Trash! Scum! ”

“……”

Sarai couldn't hold on anymore, and the next time he got up, he was about to rush to the stage, but he was stopped by Nanhe again.

"If you don't go up again, you will be bullied and cry by them."

Nanhe's eyes were firmly fixed on the expressionless woman on the stage, and he slowly shook his head: "Wait a minute, wait a minute." ”

His baby wasn't so easy to be bullied.

He believes, and he believes even more.

Salay was so angry that he shook his hand and sat down, eager to slap Nanhe to death.

On weekdays, I see Nanhe very distressed, why is this situation ...... today?

What's this called......

Now I'm going to him off! If you can't get on it, you can't explain what you should explain, let him stomp his feet on the spot alone!

In the face of the invective of the flying group, Song He, the protagonist of the war, still seemed very calm, looking at the boiling group of people in the audience, his face was expressionless.

"Since Miss Fan Chunran said that this is your waste manuscript and your work, let's talk about the design elements and design concepts?"

Now that things have come to this, she is not afraid of anything now.

Her own work was said to be plagiarized, so many people came to scold her, even if she felt sorry for Fan Chunran as a girl who was underage for a month, you didn't feel distressed to such a point.

Others are so cruel to her, she can't smile at others.

As he spoke, Song He waved his hand at the model.

The models came in front of the crowd.

Fan Chunran, who was a little uneasy in his heart, frowned, and suddenly blocked in front of the model: "I still need to say, my brother can testify for me that these design works are my former waste drafts!" You, a woman, have to bring shame upon yourself? ”

Of course, it is impossible for her to let the model testify for Song He, the clothes designed are not hers, and of course she doesn't know the setting concept, if she wears it, it will be troublesome.

"yes, brother."

Fan Yinglang, who was named, nodded hurriedly.

Song He smiled slightly, reached out and gently pulled the model behind Fan Chunran over and pushed it in front of the queen.

"If you can take out your previous scrap manuscripts, I will admit that this work is yours."

"But now there is no way to verify, so let's confront it on the spot."

"Tell me why you use patterns on your clothes?"

Song He talked eloquently, with a faint light on the smile on the corner of his mouth.

Fan Chunran looked confused, not to mention why she used these patterns, she didn't even know what these patterns meant, and she had never seen the patterns, and she had never seen such patterns in the historical materials of French design drawings, so how could she say it.

"Of course, this is a retro pattern from the last century, we have a long history in France, and this pattern is rare......"

Before Fan Chunran could finish speaking, Song He laughed, and crisp laughter continued to echo in the auditorium.

"This is a Chinese pattern, the crystallization of wisdom from the Chinese ancestors, often used on the utensils, the woman holding the fan on it refers to the beautiful intention of the ancient woman waiting for her husband to return."

"There is certainly very little knowledge of China's history, but ...... Surely you don't know this pattern. If you still don't believe it, you can ask the designer next to you, there are not only two designers who are competing together today, Miss Fan Chunran and me. ”

Song He's words are affirmative, and the tactfulness between his words attacks people's hearts.

The people in the audience were not stupid, so they immediately whispered, and the designers who participated together became the objects of the expropriated information, and their expressions became more and more ugly.

The most ugly thing belongs to Fan Chunran, she tried everything to slander Song He and change the truth of the matter, but she forgot the patterns on her clothes, which is a fact that cannot be changed.

The sharp-eyed news reporters in the audience saw Fan Chunran's embarrassment at a glance: "Miss Fan Chunran, what do you say about this matter?" ”

Fan Chunran gritted his teeth, glanced at Fan Yinglang, who was helpless beside him, and raised his eyes to face the camera again with a slight redness.

"I don't know why the patterns have changed, but the originality of these works is me! She's just changed the pattern! This is also plagiarism! ”

For a while, the two parties insisted on their own words, and everyone in the audience was dazzled, not knowing whose words to believe.

The queen sighed, rather helpless.

It was obviously a grand and pleasant fashion show, but it turned into a debate, and her mood was particularly unbeautiful.

It's just that this kind of thing can only be solved on the spot, otherwise the people in the audience will lose confidence in her as the queen. The more I thought about it, the more aggrieved I became, and I couldn't wait to slaughter the brothers and sisters of the Fan family with a knife.

Everyone else sees the wind and takes care of the overall situation, but he is an idiot, so he has to make trouble on such an occasion! Is it because I'm afraid that others won't know that what she hosted is so unreliable?

"Miss Fan Chunran, are you sure you still have to insist on quibbling?" The smile on the corner of Song He's mouth was still undiminished, with a faint intriguing feeling.

Fan Chunran snorted coldly and raised his head arrogantly: "Who is insisting on quibbling?" What qualifications do you have as a plagiarist to confront a design genius like me? ”