Mrs. Hawn, Your Disguise Was Penetrated

Was Wu Qingran cheated?

Susan couldn't help but sip her lips tightly, and she felt more and more that what she said just now was like a joke. When she saw the designers of Susan's studio dresses and looked at the Galaxy fishtail dress in Leo Studio, her eyes became wrong, and some people even shook their heads.

Susan felt that her face was burning now, embarrassed and angry.

At this time, the chairman of the judges also opened his mouth and said to her, "Miss Susan, the dress you designed is not the same as that designed by Leo. Susan can only smile dry now. At the moment when she lowered her head, it was obvious that Sichuan characters gathered around her brow. She simply turned her back and walked aside, took out her mobile phone and quietly called Wu Qingran.

When Wu Qingran saw the caller, her mouth obviously showed a smile. She thought Susan had come to report good news to her. Nora Smith had been deprived of the qualification by the judges of the design competition.

She answered the phone in a brisk tone. "What about Miss Suzanne? Did Nora Smith make a fool of himself?"

"What make a fool of yourself?!"

Susan was angry when she heard this. She simply didn't know what Wu Qingran was doing. She just took a so-called design drawing to prevaricate her. Just saying it, she had to keep her voice down so as not to be heard.

She looked back carefully and found that other designers were still looking at the exhibition stand, which made her feel a little relieved. Looking back, she whispered and hurriedly said to Wu Anran, "What's the matter with you? Did you take the wrong design manuscript? Why is the ready-to-wear designed by Leo completely different from the design draft you gave me! It is not a retro style dress at all!"

"How come?" Hearing this, Wu Anran was also anxious, subconsciously refuting, and there was a moment of shock on her face. She clearly saw Camille put the design draft on the table...

"This is what I got." Wu Qingran finally didn't think Camille, who looked so simple and even stupid, would lie to her. "I'm sure."

"Miss Susan," Susan was about to retort again, when she heard a voice behind her. Her heart shook. Her first reaction was to hang up the phone quickly, turn back in panic, and her eyes flustered for a moment.

The person who called her was the chairman of the judges. He saw Susan turn back and gently repeated, "Miss Susan, please explain and exhibit your own design works."

Susan breathed a sigh of relief, but she quickly put away her mobile phone, pretended to walk calmly to the display stand, showed a courtesy smile, and extended her hand to the dress.

"This dress was inspired by watching American TV series one day..."

Susan said a few words in a voluminous way, and said everything from design inspiration to details of this dress. If Nora Smith hadn't known what happened to this dress, I'm afraid even she would have believed Susan's words.

Only after she finished speaking, the expressions of the designers present were different, and most of them were hesitant or even strange.

Susan looked confused and took another look at the dress subconsciously.

Did she say anything wrong?

Camille and Nora Smith in the crowd looked at each other with a tacit smile on their faces. Camille looked back, pretending not to understand, and raised his hand.

"Wait!"

She came out of the crowd and looked at the dress with doubts. "Miss Susan is really thoughtful, but where do I feel like I have seen this dress? It seems that I have seen a similar one in the collection of Master Gao Le's works, and even the position of the opal in the belt is exactly the same."

The moment she saw Camille, Susan's face went white, especially when she said Gao Le, and Susan had a foreboding in her heart.

"I remember reading the works of Master Gao Le. He also said that this is his most satisfactory work. Why is Miss Susan similar to his design? Isn't it plagiarism?"

Camille said this sentence unintentionally, and Susan's face turned white, and the whole person froze.

Other designers also talked in succession, and Susan cast disdainful or suspicious eyes, and the voice also passed into her ears.

"I said that dress looked very familiar, and I saw it exactly the same in Lego books..."

"I was wondering just now. I really don't know how she won the prize in the design competition before. This time she even copied it. How did such a person become a designer?"

"If you ask me, Leo doesn't know how much better than her, but the great God has never been seen. It's a pity. I participate in this competition every year just to meet him."

"…"

Susan blushed and turned white, especially when she heard the name Leo, which was like stepping on her life.

The judges' faces also became serious, and it was obvious that they all saw that Susan's so-called original design was seven or eight points similar to Lego's design.

The chairman of the judges looked at her seriously and said in a low voice, "Miss Susan, please explain what is going on."

Susan paused, her eyes flashed with panic. What should she say? Did she use the drawings of Leo Studio? This is the same as plagiarism in their circle, and even more in their eyes than this. It is impossible to say it at all!

She faltered and couldn't even say a complete word. She only shook her head and denied, "No, it's not like this... it's not..."

Camille said, "What the hell is that? Tell us why your dress is so similar to Lego Master's."

Susan couldn't say a word, but stared at Camille maliciously, because she didn't make sense.

When the chairman of the judges saw Susan like this, In his heart, he also had a judgment. He turned around and discussed something with the other two judges in a low voice. In less than a minute, he turned around and said to Susan with a serious face, "Miss Susan, after the discussion of the judges, we all agreed that you no longer need to participate in this design competition, or even in the future. Plagiarizing design works is a taboo for a designer! "

Susan froze completely, as if she had been poured down by a pot of cold water, and her palms broke out in a cold sweat. Not only her palms, but even her blood was cold.

This sentence undoubtedly sentenced her to death in the design circle.

The rest of the designers also cast sarcastic or reasonable eyes on Susan, and most of them didn't like Susan, and even got angry with her at the designer exchange meeting.