Mr. He, don't mess around

Chapter 612 This battle must be won

"I didn't want to touch the design industry at first, but because of you, you gave me the opportunity to regain my self-confidence these days. To you, this is just a piece of work, but to me, it is It is my original intention to regain my dream.”

"So, I must win this battle. Now, it's time for me to give you face."

"But..." It was difficult.

Before Xiang Wan could say anything, she saw Meng Lan walking onto the stage with a paint bucket and some cutting tools.

Her palms were clenched into fists, and she didn't say much, just cheering her up secretly.

For some reason, she just believed in Menglan.

How would you describe this woman?
She seems to be charming, but her charm is not tacky.

It seems that she doesn't fight or grab, but she can't hide her arrogance in her bones. Xiang Wan always feels that a truly intelligent woman should be like her, who knows the world but not the world.

The models stood side by side in the center of the runway. Meng Lan walked in front of them and took the microphone from the host.

With calm eyes, he paid attention to the expressions of every audience in the audience.

"Hello everyone, I am a designer of Xiangshi Group, and my name is Menglan."

Her self-introduction did not attract applause.

More reprimands, some scolded her for being an unscrupulous designer, and some scolded Xiang's group for being so dazed that they hired her, it's nothing special to look at it~
Looking at the hostile faces on the stage, Meng Lan maintained her superficial calmness, squeezed the microphone tightly, and continued to speak forcefully,

"I hope everyone can spare a little time to listen to my introduction of my design concept. Originally, the dress I designed was called 'Liesheng', and it was mainly white. What I wanted to express was that I was born facing the sun."

"But unfortunately, before going on stage, our dress had a little accident and was splashed with ink."

As soon as the words fell, the voices of the audience who rejected her suddenly became louder and louder.

On the field, no one will feel sympathy for you.

"If that's the case, then why are you still on stage? This is a runway show, not a place for you to show sympathy. What you're doing is nothing more than disrespect for the design!" The person who spoke was the only female judge on the scene.

She wore huge black glasses frames on her face, and she looked serious.

Menglan knew her well, and everyone in the design circle referred to her as: a typical 'Master of Miejue'!
"I never thought of any disrespect for the design." Menglan held the microphone tightly, her eyes firm, "I just want to fight for 10 minutes with a few teachers."

"Oh?" The female judge sneered, "Don't you want to say that in just 10 minutes, you can bring your dress back to life?"

"Yes."

"You are simply crazy!" The female judge shook her head ridiculously.

This was simply impossible. She directly regarded Menglan as a lunatic, and called the bodyguards to drive her away.

Meng Lan's complexion was extremely ugly, she didn't expect this female judge to be so difficult to deal with.

When she was thinking of a countermeasure, she saw the male judge sitting at the farthest side, wearing a flamboyant blue dress, pursing his lips carelessly,

"Wait, what's the hurry, I think this girl is a bit interesting, you might as well give her 10 minutes, I said, Ms. Wang, you are so anxious, if you don't know, you might think you are going home to nurse your baby~"

"You... third child, can you die if you shut your mouth?" The female judge glared at him angrily.

As long as anyone in the circle knows, this 'Jiejue Shitai' is also a typical dink who is unmarried and sterile, so children are a pain in her heart.

Meng Lan's eyes flicked between the judges, inexplicably feeling that the relationship between them was very strange, but she didn't have time to think about it, so she quickly bowed and thanked.

"Thank you judges."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for a response, she directly took the paint and tools and walked in front of the models, knelt down on the ground, and began to seriously modify the clothes.

Her hands are very skillful. She first trimmed the outline of the clothes with scissors, and then covered the damaged gold on the clothes with a colored pen, focusing on painting.

Halfway through the time, the audience burst into exclamations:

"What kind of design concept is this? She changed the lower body of the original white dress into black!"

"Who knows? But it looks...how pretty?"

Meng Lan was not affected by the comments at all, and concentrated on creating the dress.

But it is obviously very difficult to complete in such a short period of time.

Under the yellowish light, it could be seen that beads of sweat had already secreted from her forehead.

After cutting the last stroke, she put away the scissors, raised her wrist, and looked at the time on it. It had just passed 10 minutes, and she was relieved.

But the strange thing is that the audience, who had been making noise all night, turned out to be surprisingly quiet at this moment, which made Menglan feel a little flustered.

This time, she adopted a very bold and dark design concept.

She has been out of the design circle for many years, and she doesn't know whether the style adopted this time will win the favor of the audience.

But she had already done it, and there was no chance of regretting it. Meng Lan lowered her head and deliberately slowed down the action of packing the paint bucket, giving herself a chance to calm down before turning to face the audience.

He didn't look up, just bowed deeply.

She... tried her best!

"Your name is Menglan?" After a while, the male judge's voice sounded in her ears.

"Yes."

The one who spoke was the 'oldest man' who rescued her just now. At this time, he changed his cynical attitude and was looking at the draft under his hands intently. "Why don't you talk about your philosophy first?"

Hearing this, Meng Lan's fingers clenched the microphone tightly, her heart faintly filled with excitement.

The opportunity to be introduced proves that there is also a chance of winning.

She cleared her throat, and then opened her mouth, "Actually, if you have to ask me about the design concept, I'm sorry, this is just a temporary work I made, and I haven't prepared it."

After finishing the words, the third child raised his palm to his chin, with a hint of interest in his eyes, and smiled softly.

"You are quite honest."

"I think that as a fashion designer, you should have a heart of honesty and admiration for your own works. Because of my honesty, I am invincible."

Meng Lan's tone was firm, and she was not so nervous next time, she raised her head slightly, and a confident smile appeared on the corners of her lips.

"Let me introduce my work first. I named it "Nirvana". The main color is black and gold, which represents a person in a desperate situation, grasping the last chance, and becoming a phoenix from Nirvana."

After Menglan's introduction, she winked at the announcer, and with the sound of music, the models began to walk the show on the runway.

(End of this chapter)