Gu Jinchen's secretary spoke cautiously, "Mr. Gu, is there something wrong with this document? Do you need me to call the person in charge in?"

Gu Jinchen: “No need.”

The secretary was even more confused. If there wasn't a problem with the document, then what else could have made Mr. Gu unhappy?

Gu Jinchen held his forehead with his hand. He originally wanted to ask the public relations department to solve the problem directly, but for some reason he wanted to see the woman's attitude so he sent it directly to her. Unexpectedly, he received a 5% dividend.

I clearly made money, but why do I feel worse?

Gu Jinchen's face darkened as he turned on his computer and started working, trying to numb himself with data.

On the other side, Pei Qinghuan called Su Ningyue again.

As soon as the call was connected, a familiar voice came from the other end: "Qing Huan, what's wrong?"

Pei Qinghuan hesitated: "You sent me the file?"

Su Ningyue nodded: "Yes, it should be enough to deal with Wei Jiaqi."

Pei Qinghuan was puzzled: "Of course, but you don't care about this matter, after all, it's your brother's company that has problems."

She hesitated and asked, "Did your father ask you to help?"

Su Ningyue choked up: "You...you can think whatever you want. Anyway, I'm giving it to you. Oh, and you are not allowed to tell Su Shiling that I sent it."

Pei Qinghuan wanted to say something, but the other party hung up quickly.

She looked at her phone helplessly, then realized that although Su Ningyue said she would not help, she had already checked it privately.

At that time, Wei Jiaqi was still drinking tea in his studio.

The assistant asked worriedly, "Your interview has gone viral. Will President Su come knocking on your door?"

Wei Jiaqi waved his hand: "I didn't say anything. If he wants to settle the score, it can't be blamed on me."

The assistant felt sorry for Pei Qinghuan, a serious girl, being hit like this: "Jiaqi, do you really want to kill Pei Qinghuan? In fact, she didn't get much."

Wei Jiaqi's face turned cold: "You are turning your elbow outward, aren't you? Don't forget how many dirty things you have done with me. You are not clean either. Now you feel sorry for me. If you have the guts, why don't you switch jobs?"

The assistant shut up. He knew that if he quit his job, Wei Jiaqi would definitely attack him next. They had been in the same boat for a long time.

He opened his phone irritably, only to find that the online trend had changed drastically.

His heart skipped a beat: "Jiaqi, someone said you plagiarized!"

Wei Jiaqi frowned: "This is your job, clarify it."

The assistant retorted: "This time it's different. The evidence is clear, and it's trending on the internet."

Netizen: "Oh my god, how come there is a reversal."

"Wei Jiaqi actually plagiarized? Didn't he design the Peony Fairy set before? He must be a liar."

"It's just a rumor. How could Wei Jiaqi plagiarize?"

But the girl in the video was filled with righteous indignation, holding her ID card, and underneath it was a lawsuit certificate from many years ago.

The netizen was silent: "But we didn't win a few years ago."

"Is it possible that Wei Jiaqi has a powerful background and bought someone?"

"I still don't believe it. This woman must have been Wei Jiaqi's student. She learned some skills and now comes out to criticize her mentor. She's not a good person either."

But the next second, more evidence came out. Seven or eight out of ten were once Wei Jiaqi's students, and some were unknown young designers.

Everyone had to believe it.

"I really misjudged him. Even someone as important as Wei Jiaqi could behave so mischievously."

"Have you noticed that he specifically targeted young designers and took advantage of them, including his own students. Threatening a student with graduation is really unethical!"

"Haha, didn't he even accuse Pei Qinghuan of plagiarism with a specious attitude? Who would have thought that in the end, he was the one who plagiarized?"

Among them, a young designer spoke out: "Although I received the money, I still want to come forward to clarify that the well-known Peony Fairy set was designed by me. I didn't dare to come forward at the beginning because I was afraid of Wei Jiaqi's background, but I don't want to endure it anymore."

Netizens are confused.

"Okay, okay, so this old set is also plagiarized."

"Yes, I paid for it, and I can even say I bought it with money."

"No wonder his works always seem so different in style and quality. It turns out the inferior ones are his own designs."

Wei Jiaqi's assistant quickly found someone to delete these trending searches, but everyone had already taken screenshots, and in the end, the more they deleted, the more they kept deleting, and it was impossible to delete them all.

The assistant was anxious: "Wei Jiaqi, look at what you did, now it's terrible."

Wei Jiaqi was also panicking: "How could this happen? Why did all those people get out? Didn't I give them money? A bunch of bitches who took the money and turned against me!"

He threw things on the table like a master of desk cleaning. When there was nothing on the table, he kicked the table again: "Tell them to delete it, no matter how much money they pay!"

The assistant smiled bitterly, "There's no way we can delete them all. There are too many, and with such a big fuss, netizens must have stockpiled them."

Before Wei Jiaqi could come up with a plan, his cell phone started ringing frantically.

"Hey, what, breach of contract?"

"Hey, liquidated damages again?"

Wei Jiaqi sat trembling in his chair: "It's over. How can I afford such a large amount of liquidated damages?"