As for the text annotations and lines above, did he use a scraper to modify them, or did he use a technical pen to trace over them based on her original work?
We'll only know for sure once we see the original design drawings.
"This is outrageous!"
Fang Wenjun got angry as soon as she heard this, and her eyebrows shot up.
"He figured the design drawings wouldn't be made public, so even if he stole someone else's work, no one would notice for a while."
"Don't worry, I'll take care of this. I have an old friend at the Cultural Relics Bureau who specializes in handwriting identification. His skills are absolutely top-notch. I'll give him a call later."
Then she asked, "You just said you took photos for record-keeping?"
"Mm." Jiang Si nodded.
She initially took photos out of habit, never expecting that someone would actually steal her design drawings.
"That's perfect, give me the negatives."
This is crucial evidence, so the clearer the developed photos, the better.
Fortunately, their association and the Beijing Photo Agency frequently interact.
Fang Wenjun said, "I'll send the negatives over to them in a bit, and they'll develop and enlarge them for you by tomorrow morning at the latest."
Jiang Si was touched. "Thank you, Master's wife. I'm sorry to have troubled you this time."
Fang Wenjun gave her a reproachful look, "You child, why are you being so polite with me?"
The two chatted for a while longer, and seeing that it was getting late, Jiang Si got up to say goodbye.
Knowing they had other things to do, Fang Wenjun didn't linger.
After Jiang Si left, she thought for a while and finally dialed a familiar number.
After a long while, a refined male voice came from the other end of the phone.
Meanwhile, on the other side...
After leaving the China Artists Association, Jiang Si and Huo Tingzhou rushed to the Beijing Post Office.
The design drafts were sent from here, so the problem either lies in the mailing process or the Shen family has connections in the Ministry of Construction.
Otherwise, the design drafts wouldn't have appeared in his hands out of thin air.
However, as soon as the car came to a stop, Huo Tingzhou suddenly grabbed her hand.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Si turned her head to look over.
Huo Tingzhou didn't speak, but gestured for her to look in the direction of the post office entrance.
It was during the afternoon workday, and a group of post office employees wearing green uniforms and aluminum name tags pinned to their chests were present.
They were walking towards the post office building in twos and threes.
Jiang Si's gaze swept across the crowd, and her eyes suddenly fixed on a familiar figure.
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