Under Xiao Xin's tutelage, he has integrated theory and practice and understands every sensitive point about Xiao Xin.

“Yes, yes, it’s all thanks to your brother…” Feng Lu echoed him, not wanting to argue with him.

Fu Yan didn't dwell on it. Seeing Feng Lu's confident demeanor, he changed the subject: "You seem quite happy?"

Feng Lu chuckled: "The project we designed is a 100% sure thing to win, how could I not be happy?"

He'll win the grand prize and slap his dad in the face. Even if the prize money isn't much, Feng Lu will feel great just thinking about it.

Seeing his expression, Fu Yan crossed his arms and chuckled, "Fine, you're the judge, you decide."

Feng Lu didn't reply and focused on driving.

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The venue was a large conference room, with senior executives from various companies sitting in the front row, including large companies and lesser-known small companies.

Most of the participants were students, but there were also many working professionals. The prize money for this project was set at 20,000 yuan, which is not a large amount, but it is very practical and especially a good opportunity for students who have not yet entered the workforce to take on a challenge.

After each participant gives a presentation, the judges provide feedback, and scores are calculated. The participant with the highest score wins.

Feng Lu drew a number that was towards the back, but the two of them weren't flustered. They sat quietly in the third row, listening intently and occasionally whispering a few words to Fu Yan.

After about an hour, it was finally Feng Lu's turn to take the field.

He hadn't even spoken for two minutes when a judge interrupted him: "What is the significance of this project design?"

Feng Lu was a little annoyed. His self-introduction time hadn't even ended yet, and this person was already asking questions?

The previous contestants all had ample time to give their introductions, so why did he get interrupted?

But even in front of everyone, Feng Lu didn't lose her temper and politely answered the judge's question.

The judge gestured for him to continue.

Feng Lu hadn't spoken for two minutes when the person who had asked the question earlier spoke again, this time with an even more tricky question.

Feng Lu suppressed his anger and answered his question with a smile.

Seeing how patient he was, the man began to interrupt him repeatedly, bombarding him with questions and not giving Feng Lu any time to speak. The questions at the beginning were relatively normal, but as the conversation went on, Feng Lu realized that the man was deliberately picking on him.

Of course, Fu Yan, who was sitting below, also noticed that the person was deliberately making things difficult for Feng Lu.

He checked the company the person worked for using his tablet and found out it was a small company, so small that it could be described in a single sentence.

The man continued to ask questions, and after arguing with him for about twenty rounds, the anger in Feng Lu's eyes gradually spread and was exposed on his face without any attempt to hide it.

He lost interest in continuing the conversation, slammed the documents in his hand on the table, pointed at the man's nose, and said, "If you're so capable, then you do it."

He's such a spoiled brat.

Seeing that he was angry, the man continued to argue earnestly: "Mr. Feng, I didn't mean to disrespect you. I just want to understand the feasibility of your design. If it doesn't meet our company's standards, I think there's no need for me to continue listening."

Feng Lu crossed her arms and glared at him, trying her best to hold back from swearing: "If you don't want to listen, you can leave. There's no need to argue with me here. Am I talking to you alone?"

Seeing that Feng Lu was red-faced and about to lose his temper, Fu Yan quickly stepped forward to save the day.

He walked onto the stage, pulled Feng Lu behind him, and then looked at the person nitpicking, saying, "Sir, firstly, interrupting our self-presentation time already shows disrespect for the participants. Secondly, this project has not been put into the market. Any investment has returns, but it also comes with risks. Moreover, it seems that you didn't spend a penny to hear our design sharing. So, what kind of mentality do you have to interrupt other people's self-presentations and make comments?"

The man wanted to argue, but Fu Yan continued, "Moreover, I've investigated, and it seems your company is not capable of implementing our project, because your company's scale is simply not sufficient."

Feng Lu glanced at the size of the company that person worked for and immediately smiled knowingly: "Oh, it's just a small company. I thought it would be something more prestigious."

Fu Yan projected the information he had found onto the big screen, and a commotion immediately erupted among the crowd.

Anyone with eyes can see that it was that judge who was stirring up trouble.

Many people started pointing and gossiping about that person's back.

The judge immediately felt extremely uncomfortable, his neck and face turning bright red.

He was too ashamed to stay in the meeting room any longer, so he used the documents to block his view and hurriedly left through the back door.

Seeing that Feng Lu had calmed down, Fu Yan gave him a look, signaling him to continue, and then stepped off the stage himself.

Feng Lu bowed to everyone, composed himself, and began to tell the story again.

Ten minutes later, he bowed again and said, "That concludes my presentation. Thank you for listening!"

A round of applause and cheers immediately erupted on the stage.

After confidently answering the judges' questions, Feng Lu strolled off the stage.

In the end, the two designers won with high scores and received enthusiastic invitations from various companies.

Feng Lu gave Fu Yan a smug smile and nudged his arm with the trophy: "See? I told you we'd win, didn't I?"

Fu Yan smiled and said, "Yes, yes, that's right."

The two took their prize money and trophy and headed for the elevator.

Two people were standing in front of the elevator, with their backs to Fu Yan and Feng Lu.

One of them said, "Hey, did you see those two who just won the prize? They wasted so much of our time, all for that 20,000 yuan?"

Another person chimed in, "Exactly, exactly! We're really unlucky. We waited so long, and they just cut our time. They've really stolen all the limelight."

The person next to him suddenly glanced at Feng Lu's face, nudged his arm with a strange look, and whispered, "Stop talking..."

The man glanced behind him and immediately fell silent. Just then, the elevator doors opened, and in a moment of impulsiveness, they rushed inside.

Feng Lu looked up and pulled Fu Yan into the elevator.

As they approached the first floor, Feng Lu suddenly turned around and smiled at them, saying, "Sorry, we didn't participate in the competition for that 20,000 yuan..."

As he spoke, he nudged Fu Yan next to him with his elbow, "Twenty thousand isn't even enough for me to buy a pair of shoes, right?"

Seeing his smug look, Fu Yan nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, a pair of shoes costs 120,000 for Young Master, 20,000 is indeed not enough..."

The two people behind them looked like they'd just eaten a lemon, utterly miserable.

However, what was even more ironic was not the 20,000 yuan, but that when the two of them were waiting for a car by the roadside, Feng Lu suddenly drove past them in a cool sports car in a high-profile manner.

Feng Lu saw their petrified expressions in the rearview mirror and laughed so hard he was shaking.

He raised his chin and said to Fu Yan, "See? Now you understand why I keep a low profile in life but make a big splash in work, right?"

Fu Yan looked at his exaggerated smile and twitched the corner of her mouth, "I don't really understand."

Feng Lu rolled her eyes at him and asked with a smile, "I'm in a good mood tonight, how about I invite you out for some fun, senior?"