Black-hearted Wife And Evil CEO

The so-called foreign chief designer's works published in magazines appeared on the big screen. Besides the change of design theme, Annie could not find any difference.

Annie was shocked.

How could that be possible?

It's obviously a work that she didn't sleep for several nights. How could it have been published in a magazine and signed someone else's name.

She doesn't believe it!

The fury under the stage became more and more intense. Some people directly called for her to roll down and get out of the design world. She was not allowed to enter the design circle for life. There were also reporters who shot her wildly. Their words were so fierce that she couldn't resist for a moment.

An Nian wants to keep calm as much as possible. Her hands hanging on both sides of her body tightly clench into a fist. However, after seeing the scornful eyes of the judges, she is completely defeated.

"Annin, why copy?" One of the gray haired old designers took the lead. Through Mike, this sentence expanded the volume of the whole hall countless times.

For a moment, the whole activity hall was quiet.

Annian pinched the corner of her coat, and her hands were full of sweat.

"I don't have one." She said.

He laughed from stage to stage.

Embarrassed, she called out again, "I didn't, I didn't copy."

The laughter of stepping down was more wanton, mingled with contempt and ridicule.

Just then, Asha rushed onto the stage and yelled at the people under the stage: "don't talk. Listen to Annin's explanation."

Ann read the tears in her eyes when she heard Aisha's words finally rolled down. At this time, Aisha is like a superman in red underwear, lighting the last bit of hope in her heart.

However, Aisha received the next word, and just ignited her hope to push her hard into the abyss, still don't forget to step on a few feet. It's like falling to the bottom of the water, trying to shout but not making a sound.

"Annin, you must have a hard time, right? You tell us that you are not plagiarizing, but just using it for reference. You told me that you just want to learn a little bit of design concept. How could you..." Speaking of the emotional place, Aisha even cried bitterly and shook her arm. "Anning is my fault. I didn't stop you in time..."

These words undoubtedly confirmed the fact that an Nian plagiarized.

She gazed at Aisha and cried. She looked at her quietly, calm in her heart. She had never been as calm and desperate as she was now.

She really saw the true face of Aisha, and really felt the power of a spit star to drown people.

She moved her eyes away from Aisha's sneering face and swept down the stage, again and again, until a harsh voice came from her ear: "disqualified from Annie's competition and not allowed to compete for life."

Plagiarism.

For a designer, it is undoubtedly the biggest taboo.

Being exposed in public is undoubtedly the death penalty for her design career.

When cheers broke out on and off the stage, her eyes were empty, and everyone was a double shadow.

Annian sneered: "I copy?" There is no way ah, people extreme, in addition to accept, only to comfort themselves with self mockery.

Or the last struggle, after an Nian sneers, you can see the blue veins on her clenched fist.

The whole hall was stunned, and for a few seconds, there was a relentless laugh.

"Be quiet," said the old designer, who was just getting older. Then he looked at an Nian in a trance, "since you said you didn't plagiarize, how to prove it?"

"I can prove it!" A deep, mellow voice came from the door and rang through the hall.

In a trance, an Nian thinks it's a dream