Chapter 108 Miss Song, You Lost
She looked at Song Xinran's face, which was slightly flushed with pride, and her red lips curled up in a very faint arc.
Those extremely beautiful eyes, though calm at this moment, made Song Xinran vaguely uneasy.
It was just a few seconds, but Song Xinran felt that the time was very long.
"Miss Song, since we are going to talk about evidence, why don't we be thorough?"
Her voice was neither hurried nor slow, and she slowly approached her.
"Lend me the manuscript you have, and I'll show you the evidence."
“Love the fifth picture in your series.”
Song Xinran's heart skipped a beat.
Why that one?
That is her personal favorite in the entire series, and it is also the one with the most intricate details.
What's her trick?
Song Xinran's eyes flickered. "Miss Sang, this is my painstakingly crafted manuscript. What if you get angry and destroy it?"
She said this in a pitiful way, once again putting herself in the position of the weak.
Reporters in the crowd immediately echoed this.
"Yes, this is the only physical evidence."
"Sang Wan has Mr. Lu's support now, who knows what she will do."
At this moment, the female reporter standing in the front row suddenly raised her cell phone.
"Don't worry, everyone."
She turned her phone screen towards everyone, with the bright red words "live broadcast" written on it.
"I have started live streaming on all platforms, and now there are more than 300,000 netizens watching online."
"Every move of Miss Sang is under everyone's supervision."
The female reporter pushed her glasses and looked at Sang Wan with burning eyes.
"If Ms. Sang really dares to destroy evidence in public, I believe she will face a boycott from the entire internet."
These words are very powerful.
Sang Wan was forced into a situation where she had no way out.
It also completely dispelled Song Xinran's last bit of worry.
With three hundred thousand people watching, what kind of waves can Sang Wan make?
But for some reason, looking at Sang Wan's overly calm eyes, the uneasy premonition in Song Xinran's heart became more and more intense.
She always felt that there was something fishy behind Sang Wan's confident look.
just in case……
What if she really had a way to prove that the design was hers...
Then today, I will not be opening a business with great success, but will be retiring from the circle in public.
As soon as this thought came to her mind, she suppressed it forcefully.
impossible.
She calmed herself down and thought of Sun Meixi behind her.
With that person here, even if the sky falls, they will be the ones to hold it up. After all, she is just an executor in this matter.
Thinking of this, she straightened her back and was about to speak.
Song Ziqian on the side was one step faster than her.
Song Ziqian was worried that Sang Wan would not joke about her own future.
She snatched the picture book from her sister's hand and hugged it tightly in her arms, "Why should I give it to you?"
She stared at Sang Wan, her face full of undisguised contempt.
"Sang Wan, you just can't stand seeing my sister doing well."
"You have the Lu Corporation as your backer, and you have ample resources. Now that my sister has finally opened her own studio, you're going to come and kill her?"
"What are you thinking? My sister has nothing to do with Mr. Lu anymore. Since ancient times, people only see the newcomers laugh but not the old ones cry. My sister can stand up and start a new life, which means she has chosen to let go. Don't go too far."
Her words successfully shifted the focus of "plagiarism" to "bullying the weak."
After she finished speaking, she still felt it was not enough and glanced at the reporters around her with a cold look.
"I'm telling you, take it easy and stop broadcasting it."
"Those standing outside are all her Sang Wan's security guards."
"If anyone dares to write or take random photos and anger her, President Lu can ban us at any time."
She paused deliberately, her voice thick with menace.
"You are also in the same industry, so you should know better than me how ruthless Lu Tingzhou's methods are."
Song Ziqian's words exploded in the crowd like a thunderbolt.
The reporters who were just filled with indignation were instantly silenced.
Everyone is in danger.
Lu Tingzhou.
The man standing at the top of the pyramid is someone that none of them can afford to offend.
The flash stopped.
The shutter sounds were also sparse.
The reporter's live broadcast room was closed instantly.
Everyone is afraid of getting into trouble.
Su Mo was so angry. These two sisters, one playing the good cop and the other playing the bad cop, were so shameless to the extreme.
Sang Wan looked at Song Ziqian's smug face as if she was looking at a clown.
"No?"
She smiled softly and shook her head.
"It doesn't matter."
Sang Wan didn't look at them and didn't force them anymore.
She slowly took out her cell phone from her pocket.
Amidst everyone's confused gazes, she turned on the screen and opened the photo album.
Then she walked straight up to the female reporter who was broadcasting live.
"Start a live broadcast. I guarantee you'll be the only one on the internet today, with incredibly high traffic."
Seeing Sang Wan's neither humble nor arrogant attitude, the female reporter inexplicably believed her.
Yi Yan started a live broadcast.
She clearly showed her mobile phone screen in front of the female reporter's camera.
"Everyone, take a good look."
Her voice was heard by millions of netizens through live broadcast.
"Is this photo on my phone exactly the same as the dress Miss Song Xinran is wearing?"
The female reporter followed Sang Wan's hand and aimed the camera at the cheongsams on display.
The drawings and the finished products are truly one-to-one.
On the screen is a high-definition photo of a design drawing.
The composition, lines, and colors are exactly the same as the samples displayed by Song Xinran.
It is really hand-painted, and the traces of modification and wiping are clearly visible.
"Oh my god, it's really the same."
"This...what's going on? Did Sang Wan take photos in advance?"
"Who is lying?"
The reporters at the scene also became agitated and turned their cameras back to Sang Wan's phone.
The barrage in the live broadcast room scrolled wildly again.
Song Xinran and Song Ziqian's expressions changed instantly.
But Sang Wan didn't give them any time to react.
In front of all the cameras and everyone.
She stretched out her slender white index finger and lightly tapped the screen.
enlarge.
Zoom in again.
The picture kept zooming in, and finally, it stopped at the collar of the cheongsam, on the pistil of a lotus flower.
That is the pistil outlined by countless fine lines.
If you don't look carefully, you won't find anything unusual.
But at this moment, in the picture that has been magnified to the extreme, everyone can see it clearly.
Hidden within the complex lines of the stamens are two extremely tiny yet extremely clear English letters.
【JC】
For a moment, the entire studio was dead silent.
Everyone seemed to have paused, standing still.
The air seemed to freeze.
Who among the media present here doesn’t know what “JC” means?
That was the pen name Sang Wan had always used as a freelance designer.
It is also her secondary Weibo account, and it is also the name of the studio opposite that has just been listed and has not yet opened.
"I'll go."
The crowd exploded.
"Oh my god, it's really JC, I saw it."
"So... this design is really Sang Wan's?"
"I said that Sang Wan won the first prize of the Dreamweaver Cup, and the inside story was that Song Xinran stole JC's design."
"Oh my god, what a reversal of the century! Song Xinran stole something and now bites back."
Song Xinran's face suddenly lost all its color and turned as pale as paper.
She staggered back a step, staring at the two letters on Sang Wan's phone screen in disbelief.
How could it be...
How can there be such a thing?
She had checked countless times, why didn't she find it?
Song Ziqian was also completely panicked. Her hands holding the album were shaking and her voice began to tremble.
"Stop filming, stop filming."
"Turn off the live broadcast for me."
However, it was too late.
All the cameras were now focused on the pale faces of the two sisters.
Sang Wan put away his phone and looked at Song Xinran coldly.
"Miss Song."
Her voice was soft and full of disdain.
"As a qualified designer, it is common sense to leave a unique anti-theft mark on your work."
"But this method was taught to me by my mother. Most people really can't discover it."
"Why, your teacher didn't teach you?"
"Or, when you were stealing, you were so hasty that you forgot that although I'm an amateur, I'm a graduate of Kyoto University?"
Sang Wan took a step forward and looked down at her.
"If one isn't enough, I have more on my phone. Aside from the three you stole before I could take a photo, I have backup photos of the rest."
"You can find my mark on every one of them."
"Do you want me to show you all of them one by one in front of everyone?"
Song Xinran held Song Ziqian's arm tightly, trembling a little.
"Sang Wan, you have everything, why do you have to force my sister to death like this?"
Sang Wan ignored Song Ziqian's attempt to change the subject and looked at Song Xinran.
"You, do you have anything else to say?"
Sang Wan's voice was not loud, but it hit Song Xinran's heart hard.
Her mind went blank. She opened her mouth, but her throat seemed to be blocked by cotton and no sound came out.
say what?
What else can she say?
The evidence is irrefutable.
The opening ceremony she was so proud of turned into a public execution.
Sang Wan didn't want to look at her any longer. She turned around and faced the female reporter who was holding up her phone to broadcast live.
"My blueprints were lost three days ago."
Her voice was clearly transmitted throughout the venue through the microphone, and also reached the ears of hundreds of thousands of netizens in the live broadcast room.
"Now it seems..."
Sang Wan's gaze drifted towards the Song sisters who were frozen in place.
"It's clear why it was lost and where it was lost."
She paused, giving everyone time to digest the information.
Then, every word she spoke was powerful and resounding.
"I'm Sang Wan."
"It's JC too."
"Ms. Song Xinran, this is not the first time you have coveted my work."
"It's just that this time, she's especially fearless."
There is a huge amount of information in these words.
The reporters' eyes lit up instantly. "As for our bet today, I think the result is already obvious."
Sang Wan's gaze finally fell back on Song Xinran, "Miss Song lost."
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