Don’t Make Trouble, Mr. Bo!

   Chapter 1559

   "I always thought you were a smart person, and you can use this kind of thing casually if you don't have a good relationship with anyone.

   Sister-in-law's life and death are uncertain now. You unilaterally took her design and used it for profit, which is really chilling! I hope you return the design draft to Bo's family as soon as possible. For the sake of taking care of Jingchuan these days, this is the end of the matter. "

   Shen Fanxing sneered silently.

   So far?

  Things have been announced by him in this form, and everyone knows that the costumes of the crew that she is now hyping are not clean, and there is almost nothing worse than this.

   He was too embarrassed to say so much?

   is really generous.

   The reporters in the audience were completely excited.

   "Mr. Shen...this...is this true? Did you really use someone else's design without permission?"

   "Is that even a question? The eldest Mrs. Bo's life is uncertain now, how could she allow her to use her design?"

   It was the reporter who was determined to put Shen Fanxing to death.

   "Mr. Shen, you are also a designer after all, shouldn't you be most resistant to things like attribution and plagiarism? How could you do such a thing?"

   "She probably thinks that Young Master Bo is doting on her, so the things of Young Master Bo's mother should naturally belong to her too."

   The smile on Shen Fanxing's face gradually cooled, and he turned to look at the reporter who was always provoking.

   "Why don't I know, when did you become my acting spokesperson?"

   The reporter's expression froze for a moment, but he just shrugged his shoulders indifferently for a moment.

   It looks like I don't care about you when you're dying anyway.

  Shen Fanxing's eyes fell on the work card on the man's neck, "Haiyu Magazine?"

   She spoke lightly, full of irony.

   "Let's not talk about the design of my clothes, as a reporter, even if you can't be truly objective, you should be the first to effectively communicate what you want to the public in a rigorous and fair manner.

   The value of your existence is to stabilize the three views of the public and to ensure the credibility of news.

   Your interview method is preconceived, aggressive, and even forced to speak on behalf of the interviewee... In short, you directly exercised the right of the judge, and convicted me directly, what do you think? "

  Shen Fanxing's expression was sharp as he swept across the dense crowd under the stage, slightly hooking his lips.

"The so-called man is for money and the bird is for food. If you take the benefits of others, you have to concentrate on doing things for others, but don't go too far. I can't control you by using power for personal gain, but you should at least have the bottom line as a journalist. ."

   The low-pitched roaring voices in the crowd gradually became smaller, and the expressions on some people's faces were not quite right.

   The use of power for personal gain is something they are involved in more or less, and it is inevitable that they have a guilty conscience when they mention it now.

   But this...

  Shen Fanxing does not contradict the comparison. Certain methods and rules in the industry are sometimes like this. When necessary, she will not refuse to do so.

   Just the premise is that no one should use this set against her.

   She's not a good person, she's double standard!

   Facing the gazes cast around him, the reporter's face turned blue and white.

   "...the embroidery design was originally designed by the eldest wife of the Bo family, don't you want to admit it?"

   "When did I say I didn't admit it?"

  Shen Fanxing clearly interrupted the reporters, which also ushered in a new round of excitement from the reporters.

   "So, are you admitting to stealing someone else's design?"

Shen Fanxing said: "The design is indeed the design of the eldest wife of the Bo family, but I can't recognize it if you steal it! I also don't think that, as a family member of the Bo family, the second uncle can insist that I have stolen the design of the eldest wife, and Bo Jingchuan is the The eldest young master of the Bo family, taking his mother's belongings is unacceptable."

   After she finished speaking, she turned her eyes to the reporter, "Could you please see Director Bo and ask him for me, does the Bo family have to get his approval before everything? Such a hegemonic and dictatorial system..."

Shen Fanxing paused for a while, and suddenly smiled, the smile in his eyes made everyone shudder, and then everyone's eyes were fixed on her lips, and she heard her voice slowly sound: " Is the power in his hands... enough?"

   Everyone gasped, Mr. Shen really dared to say anything.

  The reporter's face was ugly for a while.

  What she said, she almost completely peeled him off.

   I just said that he used power for personal gain, and now he said that he should talk to Bo Dong on her behalf. It is not obvious to tell everyone that he actually received Bo Dong's favor?

   But Shen Fanxing didn't say anything else.

  Some words, you can only click so far.

   Saying too much will inevitably reveal more flaws.

   "This is the end of today's promotion. Thank you for your support today."

  The reporters were stunned, this...is it over?

   Just... so let it go?

   It is estimated that you don’t have to think about it, the masses must have fallen out with this incident.

  Shen Fanxing walked off the stage with the support of the bodyguards, but the reporters reluctantly gathered around.

   Anyway, I want Shen Fanxing to give an explanation.

   Including whether the design will be used again, and whether the play in hand will continue to be filmed.

   On the other hand, Shen Fanxing had a cold face and did not answer.

   In the midst of the crowd, she calmly walked to the Haiyu reporter who just killed her and didn't let go, and stopped to look at him.

   Her expression was light and expressionless, but Haiyu's reporter's scalp was a little numb when she stared at it.

   "You...what do you want to do?"

   Shen Fanxing's eyebrows moved, and suddenly he took two steps closer to him, his lowered voice with a faint smile slowly overflowed from his throat.

   "Don't be nervous, you are indeed...not welcome today, but...this time I have to thank you."

After    finished speaking, he straightened up, glanced at him with a half-smile, and then left surrounded by bodyguards.

  The reporter had absolutely no idea what the **** Shen Fanxing was doing, and he didn't know what to do after thinking about it.

   In the end, it was only when she was nervous.

   In any case, the use of the design without the consent of the person is really something that deserves criticism.

   As soon as the incident came out, some people on the Internet began to boycott Shen Fanxing's drama and clothing brands.

   "She is also a designer, yet she still does such a rude thing. When a person dies, the design copyright becomes hers? Ridiculous!"

   "She is so embarrassed to announce the design drawings, and she has such a big propaganda effort. What gave her so much courage?"

   "She really did something wrong this time, she admitted that it was someone else's design, and it was a relic of a dead person, it was too much..."

   Bo Sichen and Lou Ruoyi have been more than half a month since the plane crash, and the chances of surviving are very slim.

   In the eyes of everyone, it has long been equivalent to not being in this world.

  This idea is preconceived, using something from a dead person, and Shen Fanxing's behavior is even more unacceptable.

  Shen Fanxing's reputation was greatly compromised this time, and Bo Yuelin was expecting this.

   However, his mood at the moment does not seem to be very good.

   Shen Fanxing's last sentence actually hit his pain point.

   "Is the power in your hands...enough?"

   is not enough.

  The old man has not completely handed over the company and the Bo family to him.

   His position will be replaced by Bo Jingchuan every moment.

   His eyes narrowed slightly, and there was frost on his face.

   (end of this chapter)