Chapter 144 Slap in the Face with the Exposé: Live Broadcast Exposes the Truth, All Efforts Fail.

[See you in the Big Eyes' live stream at noon! @ChenNanDesignZhangChenNan, Mr. Zhang, are you brave enough to come?]

Song Ying edited the Weibo post, specifically tagged the whistleblower, and clicked send.

Upon seeing this, netizens who had been waiting for Song Ying to make a statement immediately became active again.

The confrontation is finally about to begin! See you at midnight! I'd rather skip dinner than miss the live stream!

I love celebrities with long beaks like this; I hope things will come to a head today!

[Takeout ordered, live stream in progress!]

Zhang Chennan, however, dared not respond to Song Ying's distant call.

"Secretary Wang, what do you think about this live stream? Should I accept it or not?"

If it's just a back-and-forth exchange of evidence, everything is fine.

But if it's a live broadcast, everything has to be done on the spot, and no one can guarantee what will happen.

Feeling uneasy, Zhang Chennan naturally dared not respond and could only seek help.

"Do I really need to teach you something this simple? Have you forgotten what our purpose is?"

"I haven't forgotten, I'm going to pin the plagiarism accusation on Song Ying, but if she tags me and I don't respond, wouldn't that prove I'm guilty?"

That's why I say you're stupid!

Secretary Wang spat at Zhang Chennan.

"If Song Ying could remain silent and pretend to be stupid from last night until 10 a.m. this morning, why can't you? She could pretend not to see it, why can't you? You feel guilty about not accepting the live stream, but if you actually do a live stream with her, you won't feel guilty anymore?"

In the arrangement made by Qian Lai and his secretary, there was no option for live streaming.

"Do things according to the rules, and don't cause unnecessary trouble by paying money!"

Secretary Wang dismissed Zhang Chennan.

At noon, Song Ying landed on time and waited for Zhang Chennan to come online.

After waiting for ten minutes, no one came.

What's going on? Didn't Zhang Chennan see it? Is he feeling guilty?

[Others aren't checking Weibo all the time. Song Ying is posting off on Weibo, and now everyone has to accommodate her schedule? What kind of little princess is she?]

Zhang Chennan is so badly injured, he's most likely still in the hospital! Song Ying only cares about her own convenience, and her fans are saying she's guilty. Like idol, like fans—the tea-grilling vibe is palpable.

Most of the comments in the live stream were not very friendly.

Song Ying glanced at it, took out her phone, and opened an app.

“I’ve seen everyone’s comments. Let me start with the first point—the Xingtu APP shows that Mr. Zhang Chennan logged on an average of once every two minutes in the past hour, and at the highest frequency, he logged on three times in one minute. With such a high frequency of logging on and off, is Mr. Zhang perhaps browsing Weibo while daydreaming?”

Star Journey APP is the ultimate tool for following celebrities.

You can see each blogger's online history and online time in the last 24 hours.

When Song Ying was showing the interface, Zhang Chennan was still online.

As soon as Song Ying finished speaking, the other party went offline.

Everyone in the live stream could see it clearly.

"Now, Mr. Zhang is really offline."

Song Ying scoffed and tossed her phone aside. "Since that's the case, I'll do the live stream by myself. Anyway, some of the evidence's authenticity doesn't matter whether Mr. Zhang is there or not."

The connection is just a pretext.

Song Ying guessed that the other party wouldn't dare to answer.

Therefore, whether Zhang Chennan is present or not will not affect what she is about to say.

"First of all, I want to say that Mr. Zhang Chennan's claims of plagiarism, intimidation, and gathering dark forces in society to beat him are completely fabricated and baseless. We have collected relevant evidence and entrusted Xiuqi Law Firm to handle the case. Please pay attention to the studio's Weibo and the police announcement. Justice will prevail, and the law will provide the answer."

As soon as Song Ying spoke, she denied the plagiarism, making a clear statement with official but firm words.

But people are waiting for the live stream not just to hear these things.

These days, lawyer's letters are practically worthless. You say you have evidence, but you haven't said when you'll release it. How long are we supposed to wait?

Nine times out of ten, they'll just stall, and then let it fade away once the hype dies down.

[You say you didn't plagiarize, where's the evidence? You say you didn't intimidate, where's the evidence?]

What everyone wants is evidence.

Song Ying understood, of course.

The above statement is merely a formality to clarify our stance.

"Without evidence, I wouldn't dare to do a live broadcast at this time."

As she said this, Song Ying glanced at Wen Jinzhao off-camera.

With instructions given, the live stream was quickly switched to screen sharing, and the first page displayed a screenshot of an account registration.

"Mr. Zhang Chennan previously stated that he had communicated with me privately, but I threatened him during the chat. According to him, he had been my friend for four years, and the screenshot of the chat history was also taken four years ago."

"Then I don't understand. My account was registered two years ago. Four years ago, I was abroad and used iMassage and WhatsApp for daily communication, while I used QQ in China."

"Then may I ask, how did Mr. Zhang manage to travel through time and foresee the future four years ago, and communicate seamlessly with an account that I registered two years later?"

-

After feeling guilty, Zhang Chennan logged off, fearing that Song Ying might drop some bombshell in the live stream.

After much deliberation, I switched to my alternate Weibo account and secretly clicked into Song Ying's live stream, wanting to see how eloquent she would be and what evidence she could produce.

Unexpectedly, in an era where WeChat has been a household name for ten years, some people only started using it two years ago.

【You say you registered two years ago, so you did? Who knows if it's your alternate account? What era are we living in? Registering two years ago? Nobody believes that.】

Zhang Chennan set the pace, and soon others followed suit.

That's right, who doesn't know how to use photo editing software?

What if it's a secondary account?

Song Ying wasn't surprised and said with a smile, "What? When I posted the screenshot, some people said it was photoshopped. Why didn't Mr. Zhang say it was photoshopped when he posted the screenshot?"

These words left many netizens speechless.

Right, these days, what kind of image can't be photoshopped?

AI can draw and even swap faces, so what's a little photo editing?

Song Ying pressed her advantage, saying, "But since everyone has raised doubts, I'm here to prove myself, so I naturally need to show enough sincerity."

As she said this, Song Ying's phone screen was shared directly on the screen, showing her clicking through to her social media accounts and then step by step locating the registration information section of her social media account.

"Pictures can be photoshopped, and videos can be photoshopped too, but it can't be photoshopped in the blink of an eye, can it?"

As he spoke, the screen scrolled down to the very bottom.

[—Back in China! Finally successfully registered an account, posting this status to commemorate the occasion!]

It was exactly two years ago.

Not only that, Song Ying opened her QQ space and scrolled all the way to two years ago, on the same day, there was also a status update.

[Finally, I have a WeChat account! Please save and add it!]

Below is a business card with a QR code.

"This evidence is enough to prove when I registered the account, right? Surely even now, some people still want to say that my videos are all photoshopped?"

Follow other people's paths, leaving them with nowhere to go.

Song Ying's compelling evidence directly refuted the claim that the chat logs were fabricated.

Those who still wanted to attack her with such a clumsy and lame excuse as photoshopping all fell silent in an instant.

Not only that, the comments section and bullet comments were also successfully misled.

[Hilarious! Even though the feed scrolled by quickly, I think I still saw that Ying's QQ space was full of selfies.]

[This is so much like me: serious on WeChat Moments, but a crazy rant and fancy selfies on QQ Space]

[I belong to a group of people who are in their twenties and still playing with penguins. Elementary school students think it's childish, but college students think it's just right.]

[Especially that one on QQ Space where you post a QR code business card to get people to add you as a friend, I think I posted that too back in the day...]

[Upstairs, you're not alone]

Why is only half of the QR code showing? Scroll down quickly so I can add you as a friend!

When everyone discovered that the chat logs were fabricated, and that the once high and mighty celebrity was suddenly no different from themselves, their attitude towards Song Ying became noticeably more lenient.

But Song Ying wanted more than just that.

"Mr. Zhang, the design sketches you showed in the later pictures do look quite old. According to you, you started drawing them four years ago. So, if my design was earlier than yours, it doesn't constitute plagiarism, right?"

As Song Ying finished speaking, the screen sharing interface changed again.

It's a whole folder of artwork.

The large folder contains smaller folders, and each smaller folder contains folders for different versions and stages. Clicking further inside reveals electronic artworks coded by time.

It is nested four times.

The text was densely packed and neatly arranged; I scrolled down several times, but I still couldn't scroll through the entire screen.

"As a qualified designer, saving drafts in a timely manner and keeping all original drafts is the most basic professional habit."

Fortunately, I'm doing alright in this respect.

As she spoke, Song Ying opened the product files of the few products that had been falsely accused of plagiarism.

Each file has its own creation time displayed by the system.

The earliest prototype was seven years ago. Since then, it has been modified little by little, constantly improving with visible changes.

"Good ideas, especially in clothing design, are never just flashes of inspiration. They are built from small beginnings, constantly refined and improved, then patterned, tried on, modified, tried on again, and so on, until the final design is finalized."

Most people know that Song Ying is the founder of the SLOVEY brand.

But in this era where celebrities are all running their own streetwear brands, having your own design brand is not a rare thing.

Even though Song Ying's brand is an international niche high-end brand, it only creates a trend in the short term, and ordinary people have no concept of it.

Only then did Song Ying open her saved design drafts one by one, according to the timeline.

As she moved, everyone witnessed a product go from nothing to something, from an idea to a finished product, from embryo to maturity, going through numerous revisions.

In one of the most folders, there was a single garment with over 70 revisions.

Even the least revised one was modified nearly 40 times.

The shock and impact were beyond words.

[This is amazing! As an advertising professional, I'm already fed up with clients asking me to revise a draft five times. How did she manage to revise it over forty times and still be so patient? QAQ]

[I used to think Song Ying was just lucky, that she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. But now I realize that behind her success lies unseen hard work. Many files were created at two or three in the morning. If someone like that doesn't succeed, why should someone as useless as me succeed?]

[Having witnessed the creation of a work firsthand, I absolutely refuse to believe that someone with such detailed steps and processes would plagiarize. On the contrary, Zhang Chennan, relying on a few finished draft images to make baseless accusations of plagiarism, unless he can also produce such detailed process images, I'm on Song Ying's side this time!]

[I'm the only one who's different. Want to see all the files in Teacher Song's folder? Designers really can't help but love this kind of meticulously organized layout! It's so comfortable, it's like a dream folder!]

Clearly, Song Ying has won this round again.

This is also why she is so fearless.

What's yours is yours; no one can take it away from you.

What isn't yours, you can't keep even if you want to.

-

Zhang Chennan's hands were trembling, and he could barely hold his phone.

He never imagined that Song Ying would be so perverted.

Both their professional habits and professional qualities were beyond his comprehension.

Before agreeing to Qian Lai's slanderous revelations, he always thought that Song Ying was just lucky.

But what truly made Zhang Chennan tremble was yet to come.

"I've covered most of what I wanted to say about the chat logs and design drafts. Next, I'll address Mr. Zhang's statement last night, in which he claimed he was being humiliated by dark forces."

"Before clarifying this matter, I need to reintroduce our founder of Shennan Original Design, Mr. Zhang Shennan."

Song Ying smiled broadly.

The screen then displays a photo of Zhang Chennan gambling in a casino, with the original shooting time displayed in the lower right corner.

"Four years ago, at a casino in Las Vegas, Mr. Zhang gambled away all of his 20 million dollars in one night and even owed the other party 5 million dollars."

The image has been replaced with an English IOU, but thoughtfully, there's also a Chinese version below, both signed by Zhang Chennan.

Screen switch.

Another scene of debauchery and extravagance in the gambling city, and an IOU.

"Three years ago, at a casino in Macau, Mr. Zhang lost another three million. After losing everything, he owed another one million. Because he failed to repay the debt on time, his left hand was chopped off."

Last year, Mr. Zhang used Shennan Clothing as collateral and won back four million, but unfortunately he had bad luck and lost nine million.

The picture on the left shows Zhang Chennan sitting in front of a table of chips, making a peace sign. Behind him are stacks of banknotes.

The picture on the right shows Zhang Chennan, who had lost everything except his underwear, kneeling on the ground in fear and despair, begging for help.

The contrast shouldn't be too stark.

"As for this year, Mr. Zhang mortgaged Shen Nan's original design, and the company's legal representative was changed from Zhang Shen Nan to Wang Shuguang. It's just unknown whether Mr. Zhang has kicked his gambling addiction after a year, and oh right, whether he has paid back the money."

Song Ying's voice was soft and gentle, but her words were like knives, stabbing straight into Zhang Chennan's heart.

Even through a screen, every strike is bloodless, yet every strike draws blood.

The moment the photo appeared, Zhang Chennan dropped his phone to the ground.

Blood rushed to his head, instantly assaulting his brain, as if a stick was frantically stirring inside Zhang Chennan's brain.

He suddenly stood up and stomped on the phone on the ground again and again.