Chapter 650: Perfume Champion

"You're not Piao?!"

Mo Yunsheng's face was filled with shock, but soon, it was replaced by ecstasy.

Yun's strength is a little stronger than I thought, but where is Piao? Could he be among the group of players just now?

Mo Yunsheng looked proudly at the group of contestants who were discussing the competition. Was it No. 16 who was good at light fragrance, or No. 19 who was creative? Who was the real Piao?

No, maybe it doesn't matter anymore.

He just needs to win this game easily, and then use the victory over Piao as a gimmick, which seems to be more profitable than signing Piao directly.

“I’m sorry.”

Mo Yunsheng held Yun's hand and pretended to be magnanimous and said, "Although you lost, I still hope that we will have the opportunity to cooperate in the future."

"Then forget it." Yun pulled his hand back in disgust: "I don't like cooperating with a brand that uses perfume as a tool to make money. Please forgive me for refusing."

Having said that, Yun turned around and left the stadium, walking to the middle of the players on the side.

The audience burst into laughter again.

"Who is she? How powerful is she to be so crazy?"

"It seems to be Yun. I heard that she has always had a good reputation in the industry and her sales volume is also impressive. She really has the capital to go crazy."

"Humph, don't you see whose territory this is? No wonder you don't get a rank if you're so arrogant. You even said Miss Mo is an industrial perfumer. It's obvious that you're jealous that Miss Mo's perfume sells better!"

"This title of industrial perfumer is not the first time I've heard of it..."

Although Mo Yunsheng's expression froze for a moment, she quickly adjusted her mood.

She defeated Piao, a happy thing that was enough to offset countless bad emotions. As for whether Yun accepted her cooperation, who cared?

Mo Yunsheng turned around proudly, raised his chin and looked at Qiao Yanmeng with contempt, saying sarcastically: "You are really lucky. You actually made it to the finals. But at this stage, you have no chance of relying on luck to move forward."

"Let me give you a suggestion. Why don't you just admit defeat? Maybe the situation will be better."

Qiao Yanmeng raised her eyebrows, but her expression didn't change much: "Ms. Mo, did you win the competition all because of your unforgiving mouth?"

"What do you mean?"

"It's just the literal meaning." Qiao Yanmeng shrugged, "It's been so long, the judges should have come to a conclusion. Why not listen to the result before judging?"

"Just listen, how can I be afraid of you?"

Mo Yunsheng was determined to win and thought that everything Qiao Yanmeng said was just a provocation.

In that case, let her see what real strength is.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting for so long. The top, middle and bottom notes of the two fragrances are completely different and each has its own merits. It took us a long time to come up with the result."

Qiao Yanmeng smiled and held out her hand, saying, "Teachers, please announce the results for us."

"The fragrance of No. 3 is strong and hot, suitable for most people with a carefree personality. However, the treatment of the base notes is a bit rough, which is a pity."

There were cries of astonishment from the audience again.

"Number 3 actually lost?"

"Is No. 3 Miss Mo's? It feels exactly the same as her previous perfume."

"It's not announced who the perfumer is, so it's still unclear who will win or lose. The person standing next to her hasn't shown up much before. How could Miss Mo be defeated by an unknown person? How is that possible?"

"Isn't the sweeping monk also a nobody?"

number three.

It is indeed my number.

Mo Yunsheng's palms were gradually soaked with cold sweat. No way?

Where on earth did Qiao Yanmeng come from? How could she suddenly defeat me?

Her work is meticulously crafted and should be impeccable.

"Don't be so proud. Maybe your work is not as good as mine."

Mo Yunsheng bit his back teeth and spoke.

Qiao Yanmeng shrugged: "But I haven't said anything yet."

"No, the other one, No. 15, is a men's fragrance. The scent is something I've never heard of before. It's neither clear nor wild, but seems to be mixed with a bit of blood in its stability. It feels like the tranquility after a storm, and I can smell that the perfumer has great skills, blending the front, back and middle notes almost seamlessly. I'm really curious, how did you come up with such a special scent?"

The judge started to speak in ecstasy, but was bumped on the shoulder by the person next to him. Then he suddenly realized that he was at a perfume-making conference, not a perfume tasting session.

The judge coughed awkwardly, then announced in a serious voice, "Sorry, I got off topic just now. I declare that the winner of this competition is No. 15 Xiang!"

“This is impossible!!!”