It's so sweet, the little uncle is addicted to her

Chapter 15 The Virtuous Husband and the Vest

Lin Qin thought about the stolen drawing.

Hearing Yan Shang's words, he subconsciously replied, "Well, thank you, Uncle Yan."

Yan Shang: "..."

Should he be polite.

Why haven't you considered him as one of your own for so long?
Yan Shang pursed his lips in thought, didn't say any more, and drove the car into the underground garage while thinking about what Lin Qin might encounter.

Lin Qin didn't think of his floor at all, but was a little irritable and irritable because of the stolen picture, and went straight upstairs to turn on the computer after getting off the car.

The drawing software is optimized by her on the basis of the original software, and the whole drawing process can be exported with one click.

While waiting for the export, Lin Qin opened the file details, and sent the screenshots of the creation time and multiple modification records to Jiang Lei's mailbox and group chat.

The second group of art workers, who had been suffocated all afternoon and dared not speak up on the Internet, burst into boiling water as if a bowl of cold water had been poured into a hot oil pan.

Ruan Meng Gua Gua: Boss, you are finally here! !I'll take the evidence now and beat that Pirate Dog to death! !

Jiang Lei: Stop!Don't spread out the evidence yet, wait for the Ministry of Justice to release it!
Handsome guy with empty gloves: Boss, hurry up and clarify! ! !That blogger moaning for nothing is mad and dead, and he shamelessly calls on fans to write about co-creation!

Yogurt: That unlucky thing is called Zhan Qiuyin.

Yogurt: Boss, do you want to start a Weibo?That person only has more than 200 million fans, and your popularity is one solar system higher than his!

Milk tea Xiaorui: The legal department is suing online, let's go to Weibo to attack him! !
Xianxian: [Link-Weibo homepage]

Xianxian: My family members read the comment section, our people said that he plagiarized, but he didn’t admit it, and he was eccentric and guided the fans to connotate us. I’m so pissed off! !

Jiang Lei: ...

Jiang Lei: Can't you wait for the company to make an official announcement and just use the pictures to hammer it?

Xianxian: Boss, you don’t understand! ! !We have to fight for the boss! !

Ruan Meng Gua Gua: Exactly!Don't let the boss be wronged!

Crispy chewing gum: I can't bear this grievance, how can I make the boss feel wronged.

Jiang Lei: ...that's right
Dong Zirui handed him a cup of freshly delivered milk tea, "Boss, have some?"

Jiang Lei held his forehead, "Aren't you afraid of high blood lipids if you drink five or six cups a day?"

"Don't worry, I ordered three-point candy." Dong Zirui inserted the straw into his hand.

"Boss, how did the manuscript get leaked? Don't we all live in an apartment recently? No one has contacted that blogger, right?"

"I don't know." Jiang Lei is applying for support from the technical department to find traces of stolen pictures.

Dong Zirui took a sip of raw coconut milk, rubbed his chin and guessed: "This person steals pictures and knows to steal one that has nothing to do with the theme of the game. Could it be that he stole our entire library?"

"..." You can guess.

Jiang Lei glared at him, "Are you working for the technical department? Stop nagging, and quickly forward the Weibo of the legal department."

"oh oh."

The real name of Zhan Qiuyin's vest is Wen Yue, a third-year student in the Animation Department of the Imperial Academy of Fine Arts.

Usually, I often post love stories on Weibo, and also receive commercial drafts. I have accumulated more than 200 million fans in three years, and the results are not bad.

He is also studying the game setting collection of "Unbounded" recently, and he wants to use this call for contributions to get online with Yan's staff, but unfortunately the few setting pictures that were submitted were all lost.

What made him even more unbalanced was that he had recently heard from several friends in the industry that whoever had received Yan's letter of application and signed the contract within two or three days.

Wen Yue was even more uncomfortable.

Those who engage in art are more or less self-confident, and feel that you don’t like my works, so I have to let you see my strength.

He successively created several wasteland-style paintings and posted them on Weibo.

Perhaps because it was an angry work with true feelings, the response to the first picture was not bad. Fans praised "It's amazing to cut off the new route", "The end of the world is too poignant", and the likes broke through five. digits.

The subsequent few pictures didn't cause too much splash, and even caused some old fans who like to watch his romance to start to resist.

But with the approval of the first picture, Wen Yue felt that he was talented, but netizens didn't recognize gold and jade, so he had to show some achievements in this area to get Yan's attention.

Things have come to this point without much of a problem.

The trouble was that he was invited by his classmates to go out to a party. At the dinner, he heard everyone discussing that a senior who was only one year older than himself had joined Yan's as an intern.

People are more popular than people.Because of this, Wen Yue had a crooked mind.

He remembered that he had met Dong Zirui at a comic exhibition the year before last. At that time, the senior came to borrow a computer to modify the PPT. He seemed to have logged in to his mailbox. To save trouble, he had set the computer to automatically save all passwords.

How could Dong Zirui remember that the mailbox that he logged in once and then went offline was missed.

He was sipping milk tea and typing on the keyboard frantically, and he was bound to fight to the end with the brain-wrenching fans moaning without illness.

Sitting in front of the computer, Lin Qin stared at the source of the data traces he had found from Wen Yue's computer.

Yan employees?

As long as it happens on the Internet, she has nowhere to hide in her eyes, but the result of finding out that the manuscript was leaked from Dong Zirui's mailbox made her hesitate.

Do you want to tell Uncle Yan about this?
Although I don't know whether Dong Zirui gave his email address on his own initiative or his account was hacked, but if this matter is exposed, it will more or less affect Yan's reputation.

She carefully weighed the seriousness of the incident and the possibility of telling Yan Shang directly, and finally chose to package and send the evidence to Jiang Lei.

Yan Shang sat quietly downstairs for a while, and just returned to his room to take a shower when his cell phone rang.

Legal department?
He picked up the phone while wiping his hair, his expression gradually becoming serious.

"Suspend the job first to investigate, and announce the results when there are results."

"Whether there is a problem with our employees or not, we must give an explanation to the original creator. The most important thing for long-term cooperation is integrity. Do you need me to teach you this truth?"

The other end of the phone answered repeatedly.

Yan Shang threw the phone on the coffee table, put on a bathrobe and sat on the sofa.

The Yan family has a huge scale, covering finance, real estate, film and television, food, clothing... and even the traditional daily necessities industry.

The development of a game does not require him to be so concerned.

However, in recent years, more and more capital has been involved in the science fiction industry chain, and the invisible benefits under the surface are innumerable.

Yan Shang not only takes a fancy to this game, but also takes a fancy to the long-tail effect that this game can bring.

For example, the stimulation of the energy and environmental protection industries, as well as the huge benefits of the science fiction derivative market.

If the creators are wronged during the game development stage, future cooperation will inevitably not go far.

He doesn't value flashy prestige projects.

Jiang Lei's first reaction when he opened the email was that he was a little dumbfounded. He froze for a while, then moved the computer screen out without a trace, glanced at Dong Zirui, then re-read the email several times, and clicked forward to legal department.

The Yan's legal department quickly issued a notice that the evidence of manuscript piracy had been obtained and the police should be dealt with.

And Lin Qin didn't read the message after sending the email.

She was still thinking about what happened in the morning, and it was rare for her to be a little annoyed.

One of the most unbearable things for cleanliness is soiling the sheets during special times.

She rolled up the old sheets and put them aside, took out the spare clean sheets from the closet and laid them out, then grabbed the old one and walked downstairs.

"Qinqin?" Yan Shang went downstairs to wash some fruit for the little girl, when she saw her heading out the door with a bulging ball.

"Going out so late?"

Lin Qin stopped and looked at him with the usual expression, "Go throw out the trash."

Yan Shang turned on the overhead light, saw the bed sheet in her hand, and fell silent for a moment.

Ask softly: "Don't like this color?"

Lin Qin looked down at the light-colored fabric between milky white and beige, and shook his head.

Seeing that Uncle Yan was still looking at him, he had no choice but to explain: "It's dirty."

"..." I shouldn't ask too much, it offends the little girl's privacy.

But after his expression froze for a few seconds, he still strode to the entrance to change his shoes.

"Uncle will accompany you, it's not safe outside at night."

"Oh." It's just throwing trash... and there are security patrols.

But Lin Qin didn't say much, she just wanted to throw it away and go back to take a shower and sleep.

Public opinion fermented all night.

It didn't seem to affect the two of them.

The man got up early as usual and went into the kitchen to make breakfast and lunch for Lin Qin.

Lin Qin was a little sleepy during her menstrual period, and yawned and sat down at the table listlessly.

"Drink some." Yan Shang brought brown sugar ginger tea.

"..." Lin Qin didn't move, she didn't like ginger very much.

But Yan Shang was still holding the breakfast in his other hand, and the steaming hot and fragrant shrimp egg and black pepper sausage instantly awakened Lin Qin's hunger.

"Just drink a little." Yan Shang lowered his voice, picked up a spoon and scooped up the bottom of the bowl, letting a round, white and fat poached egg surface, "Girls need to replenish their vitality."

"..." Lin Qin looked up at him, "Drink after eating."

"Okay." Yan Shang chuckled, put down the dinner plate and pushed it in front of her, then picked up the ginger tea and put it on the thermostatic pad.

"I put the goji berry pork rib soup stewed last night in an insulated bag for you, drink more at noon."

Lin Qin said again: "..."

She swallowed the food in her mouth slowly and looked at the man opposite.

"Uncle Yan."

Yan Shang brought his share, sat down and looked at her: "What's wrong?"

Lin Qin carefully chose his words, and objectively commented: "You are so virtuous."

It's Yan Shang's turn: "..."

He looked at the little girl's serious eyes, and after a pause for a few seconds, he suddenly laughed out loud.

"Qinqin, are you praising me?"

"Probably." Lin Qin lowered his head and continued to eat.

"Then...thank you." Yan Shang smiled slightly, but the corners of his mouth could not be suppressed.

He seemed to see through Lin Qin's calm expression that the little girl was at a loss.

How come he is so cute even when he praises others.

You are so virtuous.

If the little girl likes a virtuous husband, he is not incapable.

Cough cough...stop it.

Yan Shang raised his hand and touched his nose, then turned his attention to the food.

It was agreed that Lin Qin would not think about it before the college entrance examination.

...

Lin Qin walked into the classroom.

Tian Xin didn't have breakfast today, and turned around angrily when Lin Qin came.

"Qinqinqinqin, did you read Weibo last night?"

""Unbounded" was stolen before it was launched!!! I'm going to die of anger!!"

"That moan has been hammered, and it's weird!"

Lin Qin put down her schoolbag and said calmly, "Ms. Yan has already called the police."

"It's one thing to call the police, but it's another thing to be disgusted by this person!" Tian Xin looked around the door and the corridor, moved closer and continued.

"Look at that person's Weibo, it's so shameless! I can't even tell you how shameless he is!"

Lin Qin turned on the phone.

Zhan Qiuyin V:

The Internet is not a place outside the law. Data can be forged, but originality is always original.

I also reserve the right to sue.

Just two lines of words ignited the painting hand circle.

Some supported him in defending his rights, scolded Yan Shi for wronging people casually because of his money, and some Gonghuo said that he spoke in the picture above, and showed his creative records to confront Yan Shi.

There is also a small group of fans of painter zero who heard about this incident and took the initiative to go online and argue in the comment area.

However, the source of the original drawing is the artist Zero. Only the second group members of the art department revealed something. Yan currently only says that the team's drawing was stolen.

In addition, the painter Ling did not open Weibo, and fans could not find a home, so the melon eaters still accounted for the majority.

Tian Xin hammered the table twice angrily, holding her fist that hurt from being hit backwards and said angrily: "Qinqin, don't you get angry when you see plagiarism when you draw every day?"

"This person is so yin and yang, if there is no solid evidence for a company as big as Yan's, there is no need to embarrass a small painter like him!"

Lin Qin put away the phone, took out a stack of A4 papers from the drawer, and answered the call while flipping through them one by one.

"The evidence is solid."

"That's right, Yan's entire drawing video has been released, let's see how long he can jump." Tian Xin was filled with righteous indignation, as if his manuscript had been stolen.

Lin Qin found the picture he needed, took out the paper and spread it on the table, and took a picture with his mobile phone.

Tian Xin turned back to the front table and noticed her movements, and turned around to look curiously.

"Qinqin, what are you shooting?"

"Is there anything different about this one?"

She twisted her neck sideways and looked at it again from the perspective.

"How do you feel that you have seen this picture before..."

Lin Qin didn't say much, opened Weibo and registered an account again.

Enter ID painter zero.

During the first confirmation, it was displayed that the user name was duplicated and unavailable, so a letter L was added.

After the registration is complete, send the picture.

Artist Zero L:

Original is always original.

[Picture] (full image), [Picture] (date close-up)

"Damn it?!" Tian Xin finally saw the source of the familiarity, "Qinqin, you...couldn't be the manuscript of the picture you posted?"

"En." Lin Qin took it out and didn't intend to cover it up.

If the matter had been exposed a few days in advance or a few days later, she would not have adopted such a rough way of clarification.

But there are always a few days in a month when she is easily irritable, and Lin Qin is no exception.

Although her irritability is not as strong as that of ordinary people, compared with her usual calmness, this irritability has made her want to go to the boxing ring to vent.

The unlucky Zhan Qiuyin just hit the iron plate.

Tian Xin stared blankly at Lin Qin with his mouth open, but he didn't react for nearly half a minute.

Xu Minglei watched her being silly from the back row, took out his phone and took a few consecutive photos.

Qin He just walked into the classroom, his face darkened, he quickly walked over to catch him, and dragged him out.

City No. [-] Middle School allows students to bring mobile phones, but expressly prohibits playing them during self-study and class time.

Tian Xin saw him standing at the door receiving criticism, secretly laughed a few times, hid behind his deskmate and turned to Lin Qin again.

"Qinqin, he didn't steal your picture, did he? What's the relationship between you and the Yan family... what the hell!?"

"Uncle Yan can't be the president of the Yan family, right?!"

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