Mr. He, don't mess around

Chapter 611 Who Says I'm Giving Up?

"How could it be like this?" Meng Lan frowned tightly, and there was an unconcealable irritability in her eyes.

She could find a way to repair it, but the time was too urgent.

This is indeed a huge problem.

"It's not our rival Wentao Clothing Design Company."

Mi Li, the assistant next to Xiang Wan, stepped forward, gritted her teeth angrily, and responded unconvinced, "In the past few years, their designer was firmly ranked first, but this time we saw that we had a good chance of winning and threatened them. position, evil will give birth to evil thoughts..."

"Millie!"

With a straight face, Xiang Wan reprimanded in a low voice, "I haven't produced evidence yet, so don't talk nonsense, walls have ears."

Millie closed her mouth reluctantly, but Menglan probably understood.

It's nothing more than infighting in the workplace, and it's not convenient for her to get involved.

But looking at the way the ink was splashed on the clothes, the other party obviously did something cruel, and really didn't intend to give Xiang Wan a chance to stand up.

Meng Lan didn't say much, she just stepped forward and was serious about how to modify the dress.

With a "creak" sound, the door was suddenly pushed open.

A sissy man with dyed yellow hair walked in with two little assistants overjoyed.

He covered his lips lightly, pretending to be surprised, and said, "Yo, this is not to the vice president, you haven't played yet?"

"A friendly reminder, no one will stand in your way after the show. If you don't make it, you will have to forfeit the competition~"

Hearing the taunting words, Xiang Wan's face was very ugly.

But she pretended to be calm on the surface, folded her hands on her chest, and slowly reminded, "Jock, you are too happy, who said I would give up the game?"

The sissy was taken aback, "You don't want to embarrass yourself on stage with these defective products, do you?"

"This shouldn't be your business. I believe in my ability as a designer to save the day." Xiang Wan's tone was firm, and her eyes full of trust fell on Meng Lan.

Seeing this, Menglan's heart warmed up, being so valued made her feel more or less filled with a sense of emptiness.

But the reality is always cruel. When she was just about to study the dresses, the host hurriedly walked to the backstage and urged them to go on stage.

Seeing her very nervous, Xiang Wan walked over and put her hand on her shoulder, comforting her softly, "Sister Meng, don't worry about it, I just came here to try."

"If there is no way, we will forfeit the game."

"Can't give up."

Meng Lan's tone was firm. This dress was her first exhibition after returning to the runway, and she put her painstaking efforts into each dress.

If she just gave up like this, she would be too unwilling.

She pointed to a few foreign female models beside her, and ordered in a deep voice, "Don't be affected by the noise outside, you still change your dresses and go on stage, and I will figure out the rest."

After obeying the orders, the models followed suit.

Joker moved a chair, sat aside and ate melon seeds with relish, watched them sympathetically busy, and smiled showing his big white teeth.

I still don’t forget the sarcasm reminder, “Hey, Vice President Xiang, are you planning to break the pot? I said you are too. Where did you find the three-no designer?”

Xiang Wan sneered and had no time to talk to him.

And Menglan was only thinking about how to save the dress, until her eyes caught a pile of paint in the corner, and suddenly a strong thought came to her mind.

It might be a little risky, but it's worth a try.

She and Xiang Wan looked at each other, and after being encouraged, they went to pick up the paint bucket and design tools in the corner.

Follow behind the models and walk towards the runway.

"Jock, if you really damaged the camera, I can't find out who damaged the dress?"

Xiang Wan stopped Jock's footsteps who wanted to watch the fun, and looked at him with dark eyes, and reminded him sarcastically, "Don't worry, we will settle our score slowly!"

After saying that, Jock's face changed a little, and he spit out a mouthful of melon seeds on the ground with a 'pooh' sound.

He stopped believing in evil.

Just like Menglan, a small designer with three nos, he has seen a lot.

Could it be that she could really bring that pile of tattered dresses back to life?

Meng Lan followed the models to the backstage, ready to go out. Hearing the noise outside, she felt nervous. She subconsciously opened the small gaps in the door and looked out.

I can only see that the lights on the runway are gorgeous, especially with a sense of advanced technology.

There were more than 100 spectators sitting in the audience, and sitting in the front were three male and one female judges. Menglan had seen them in the show, and they were all outstanding seniors in the industry.

This runway show was held in a grand manner.

No wonder Xiang Wan cared so much.

While he was in deep thought, the host squeezed the microphone tightly and stepped onto the catwalk, "Okay, now we invite us to the last group of dress exhibitions, Xiang's Group will be the finale, what will it bring us?" What about the surprise? Let us applaud!"

After the words fell, there was a round of warm applause from the audience.

Meng Lan clenched her fists tightly, her nails dug deep into her palms, using the pain to suppress the tension in her heart.

After taking a deep breath, she gave the model a look.

Accompanied by the sound of music, the models walked onto the stage one after another wearing the pile of tattered dresses.

The other groups received praises, but they shocked everyone when they appeared on the stage!

In an instant, there was a discussion among the judges and guests in the audience:
"Is this crazy?"

"Forgive me that I don't know much about fashion. I won't say anything about those unique styles. Then these are all splashed with ink, can they still be related to fashion?"

"Unexpectedly, He Hanchuan is so powerful outside, why did he marry such a bad wife?"

"..."

Those ugly voices from the audience sounded, and the current situation was obviously more difficult to control than they imagined.

Several audience members even stood up from their seats and shouted at the top of their voices, "Xiangshi Group get out of the fashion circle, don't come out, shame on you!"

Standing in the backstage room, even Xiang Wan, who was always in a stable mood, changed his face.

But she didn't refute, she just raised her eyes and looked at Menglan beside her.

Xiang Wan walked over, held her hand tightly, and comforted her, "Sister Meng, don't be brave, if there is really no way, a match is not important..."

Listening to her words, Meng Lan put away her serious face, and looked at her. Under the background of the noise outside, her eyes were very pure, without any impurities.

Suddenly, she chuckled,

"Xiang Wan, I remember when I was in the ward with gastroenteritis, only you and Han Cheng came to see me."

"I also remember that when you gave me the design drawings, you only told me one sentence, Sister Meng, is the golden scale a thing in the pond?"

(End of this chapter)