Deputy Director Zhang had no choice at all.

At that time, there was a large group of girls from the seventeenth workshop, and he was followed by Dong Xiaoyi.

If in that case, he prevented Bai Zhan from holding a press conference, wouldn't it seem that he was weak?

What's more, everyone knows that workshop 17 and workshop 16 are almost indistinguishable from you and me.

If the people in the seventeenth workshop know, then the girls in the sixteenth workshop will also know.

The girls in the sixteenth workshop knew, and Zhang Leilei also knew.

Zhang Leilei knows, then he, who is the second uncle, is almost cold......

Therefore, while he brushed his sleeves away, he also asked Dong Xiaoyi to notify the propaganda office in the factory to prepare for the press conference!

Soon, all the news media in the city were notified: the founder of My Type and My Cool will hold a press conference to clarify the matter to the public!

The press conference was scheduled for the next day.

At ten o'clock in the morning of the next day, when Bai Zhan walked into the large lecture hall in the factory, the lecture hall was already full.

In addition to the people from the news media, many colleagues also arrived - Bai Zhan saw the seat of the Xiangjiang people in the crowd, Zhuo Yifan was wearing a white suit, crossing Erlang's legs, smiling gracefully on the seat.

As soon as Bai Zhan entered the lecture hall, the entire lecture hall suddenly fell silent.

Countless eyes looked at him.

Bai Zhan could feel many different emotions and meanings from those eyes.

He smiled, walked over to the podium, and sat down in the middle.

On stage, he was alone.

Under the stage, there was a sea of people.

The Director of the Communications Service served as the moderator of the press conference.

Seeing Bai Zhan sitting down, the director of the Propaganda Department knocked on the table: "Everyone, Comrade Bai Zhan has arrived, and today's press conference has officially begun......

As he spoke, the news media below began to shout.

"Mr. Bai Zhan, I heard that your ideas are all Mr. Zhuo Yifan, who copied Su's clothing, is that so?"

"Mr. Bai Zhan, I heard that you used to follow Mr. Zhuo Yifan in order to plagiarize him, is there such a thing?"

"Mr. Bai Zhan, please answer ......?"

Bai Zhan narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled.

He tapped on the microphone and motioned for everyone to be quiet.

"I know you must have a lot of questions to ask, but I can't answer them with such a fuss...... Why don't you ask questions one by one, and when you're done, I'll answer them together, how about it? ”

The director of the propaganda department handed the microphone to the reporter closest to him, who took the microphone and began to ask questions.

"Mr. Bai Zhan, I want to know, how did you know Mr. Zhuo Yifan and get his manuscript?"

Bai Zhan wrote down his question seriously, and then nodded at him.

The reporter handed the microphone to the next person.

The second reporter also asked a question.

Then came the third, the fourth......

After all the reporters had asked around, the microphone naturally returned to the first row.

It just so happened that the microphone at this time was not very far from the position of Su's clothing.

Zhuo Yifan took the microphone, smiled at the people around him, and said loudly: "Since the microphone has come to me, then I think it is necessary for me to say a few words...... Ladies and gentlemen, I am Zhuo Yifan of Su's clothing. ”

Journalists get excited.

Several reporters closest to him hurriedly stretched out the microphone of their camera: "Mr. Zhuo, may I ask ......?"

"Mr. Zhuo! Please ...... Mr. Bai Zhan"

"Mr. Zhuo!" "Mr. Zhuo!"

Zhuo Yifan enjoyed the feeling very much, he waved at the people and walked out of the seat.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'd love to talk to you about something exciting...... But, after all, today is Mr. Bai Zhan's press conference, should you focus on him? He said loudly, but he didn't mean to hand the microphone to Bai Zhan at all.

Bai Zhan was on the rostrum, with a smile on his face: "No, I'm not in a hurry, what Mr. Zhuo wants to say, just say it...... You can perform to your heart's content. ”

Bai Zhan's "performance" made Zhuo Yifan frown slightly.

He then laughed again: "In that case, then you're welcome......"

Zhuo Yifan thought to himself: No matter what moths you are hiding at today's press conference, as long as I fasten the basin on your head, I don't believe that you still have a chance to turn around!

He held up the topic, with a smile on his face, and shouted at the reporters: "Friends, I am from Xiangjiang, the design director of Su's clothing company, Zhuo Yifan. ”

"I graduated from the Spason School of Fashion Design in Milan, Italy...... When I was in school, I was my mentor's favorite disciple......"

"I followed my boss back to China this time to better help the compatriots in the mainland, revitalize the economy, and build my hometown ......."

"When we came to Tay Son Province, we were warmly welcomed by our local counterparts: the state-owned garment factory, and Mr. Bai Zhan was also welcoming us at that time......

Speaking of this, Zhuo Yifan shook his head slightly: "It is undeniable that Mr. Bai Zhan is really a very charismatic person, and when he received us at that time, he was very warm to me. ”

Zhuo Yifan had a look of pain and regret on his face: "I used to think that I would become good friends with Mr. Bai...... I even shared my manuscript with him! I didn't expect it...... He actually took my manuscript while I was drunk! ”

When Zhuo Yifan said this, he suddenly pointed his finger at Bai Zhan: "I really didn't expect that I would treat you sincerely, but you would treat me like this!" It's really heartbreaking! ”

Suddenly, in the entire lecture hall, all eyes looked at Bai Zhan in unison.

Bai Zhan could clearly feel a lot of anger in these eyes.

He smiled: "Are you done?" ”

Zhuo Yifan frowned: "Mr. Bai, I hope you are respectful, I am not acting!" ”

"Whether you're acting or not, we'll find out right away." Bai Zhan suddenly stood up, walked to the door of the lecture hall, and slammed the door open.

Everyone's eyes followed Bai Zhan.

Soon, they saw a group of people walking in from outside the lecture hall.

Led by a handsome old man who looked a little like Bai Zhan, followed by a group of people in uniform with serious expressions.

Bai Zhan walked back to the stage, took out a piece of paper like a trick, and showed it to the reporters.

"I type my cool fat leg pants, the appearance of the patent registration time...... June 10. Bai Zhan looked at Lao Bai and the men in uniform, "Trouble these comrades, prove it for me." ”

"We are the Xishan Provincial Patent Office, and the appearance patent of Mr. Bai Zhan's fat-legged pants was indeed registered on June 10, no mistake!" The cadre of the patent office said with a serious expression.

Zhuo Yifan's face turned pale, and his lips trembled: "This ...... That doesn't mean much! This only shows that you plagiarized my idea in June! ”

"Please think about it, if I plagiarized Mr. Zhuo's design in June, why should I wait until the recent reproduction? Is this reasonable? Bai Zhan smiled, "So, who exactly plagiarized whom, now do you understand?" ”

The reporters immediately shouted at Zhuo Yifan.

"Mr. Zhuo, is this true!"

"Mr. Zhuo, please explain how you plagiarized Mr. Bai Zhan's idea!"

"Mr. Zhuo, please answer!"

Zhuo Yifan's lips trembled and he took a step back.

Lao Bai glared at Zhuo Yifan angrily: "My son didn't plagiarize anyone's ideas, but his ideas were plagiarized by some immoral people, and the wicked people sued first!" ”

In the seat of Su's costume, Mr. Su stood up all of a sudden, glared at Zhuo Yifan fiercely, and he immediately turned around and walked outside.

At this time, Bai Zhan shouted behind him: "Mr. Su, I know you are very unhappy now, but there is a business matter, I want to remind you...... Please respect the laws of the country - according to the law, for every pair of fat leg pants you sell, you should pay me a royalty for the appearance patent. Well...... I think seven dollars is a good fit. ”

Mr. Su snorted heavily and left the lecture hall without looking back.

Reporters surrounded Zhuo Yifan.