Chapter 130 Wrong payment



The venue fell silent.

Zuo Anyan looked at the person in charge of Lan Mo with contempt.

"You don't need to make such an expression or say such ambiguous things. You know exactly who plagiarized whom."

The person in charge of Lan Mo just snorted.

He really doesn't know.

It is true that he is the head of Lanmo, but his company has been acquired.

Now he doesn't even know where his boss is, so how can he find out who plagiarized whom?

According to the contract, he has to work as a professional manager for three months after the acquisition of the company, and only after three months can he hand over the full power of the company to the other party.

The price offered by the other party was enough, and he didn't mind being the person in charge for three months.

However, the other party said that after today, Longguo Zuo Nuan’s reputation will be ruined.

After Zuo Nuan was exposed for plagiarism, he just thought that the other party had known about Zuo Nuan's plagiarism for a long time.

A video appeared on the big screen.

Jinman's eyes were as big as copper bells.

The person in the video is none other than her.

Or the scene where she was sending the design drawings to Gu Tianmo in the bathroom.

Zuo Anyan was indeed on guard against him!

As soon as the video was released, the entire venue was in an uproar, and the barrage in the live broadcast room also exploded.

"Damn it! It turned out to be Designer Zuo Nuan who leaked the design drawings to Lan Mo!"

"Look at the names the designer gave each other: the love of my life, and they're actually having an affair!"

"Maybe it's not an affair, but a consensual one!"

"No matter what, Lan Mo plagiarized Zuo Nuan. This is confirmed!"

"What a reversal!"

"No wonder Mr. Zuo was so calm from beginning to end. It turns out they have evidence!"

"Actually, with Zuo Nuan's status, if Lan Mo's people hadn't publicly accused Zuo Nuan of plagiarism, Zuo Nuan probably wouldn't have pursued Lan Mo for plagiarism. It's Lan Mo's own people who have played their own people to death!"

"It's just a small brand, how dare he do that!"

"Boss Zuo is awesome!"

Jin Man rushed onto the stage like crazy, intending to turn off Zuo Anyan's computer.

It doesn’t matter if she is exposed, but she cannot expose the young master’s information.

The young master is everything to her!

As soon as she stepped onto the stage, she was stopped by the security guards who were on standby.

"Zuo Anyan, the location of the video is the restroom, such a private place. How dare you install surveillance in the restroom? This is an invasion of employee privacy!"

Lan Mo has become the loser, and she will inevitably be sent to the police station.

It would be better to add a black mark to Zuo Anyan while things are still hot.

No matter what type of company it is, if it violates the privacy of its employees, it will inevitably be despised.

Especially Zuo Anyan installed the surveillance camera in the bathroom.

Who would dare to go to the toilet in the company from now on?

Isn't this just showing your butt to others?

Zuo Anyan explained calmly, "There's no surveillance in the bathroom. The footage we filmed was taken by you yourself."

"Myself?" Jinman said with a smile, "I filmed myself using the toilet?"

She seemed to have thought of something and reached out to touch the hairpin in her hair.

"It seems you guessed it?" Zuo Anyan said with a smile.

Immediately, the big screen displayed everyone present, and the perspective was exactly from Jinman's position.

The video is all-round, and in addition to other people, Jinman's face is also captured very clearly.

A tear as big as a bean slid down the corner of Jinman's eye.

Surprisingly, she was wrong.

Her life mentor Zuo Anyan was wary of her, and the person she loved the most was also wary of her.

The hairpin on her head was given to her by the young master.

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