Chapter 1267 Are there any rewards?
"Today is the last round of the preliminaries, and we will enter the semi-finals. I hope all participating designers can perform well in this round, show their best strength, and also show the most perfect works to the world!"
Before announcing the topic of the competition, Carlos Jutta gave a speech that livened up the atmosphere of the entire venue.
His eyes swept across the only one hundred designers left in the competition. Those who were still able to sit here were already standing at the top of the pyramid.
Ye Yao sat in the center of the second row and looked at him calmly.
But the designers sitting next to her did not have the same "good" attitude as her.
Not because of Carlos Jutta's speech, but because of her seat.
The entire competition field is divided into five rows, with twenty positions in each row.
Each position is personally arranged by the competition's jury.
Almost all those who could sit in the first and second rows were designers who were already very famous and influential internationally, so those seats themselves were the focus of everyone's attention. But now, that female designer from China was also sitting there.
Even if she advanced in the first two games, even if she was the first one to finish and advance in the first game, even if she had some fame, she still should not have been qualified to sit in that position.
So why? Not to mention them, even Wang Song was extremely surprised.
In the last game, Ye Yao's number was before Qi Zhen and Ruan Kai, which he already found incredible. This time, he went straight to the second row at the front.
Look at the designers next to her, Mickey Johnson, Alfred Beecher, Milo Benson, all of whom are well-known internationally.
Not to mention China, she is the only Asian face there.
On the other hand, Qi Zhen and Ruan Kai were both sitting in the fourth row, which made them feel much more worthy of the title.
Ishikawa Mika, who was sitting in the spectator booth, had a gloomy look on his face, but he knew better than anyone why Ye Yao was able to sit there.
But he still doesn't have any evidence of her cheating...
"Now I will announce the content of the competition."
Carlos Jutta's words drew everyone's attention back.
Ishikawa Mika still stared at Ye Yao, and he deliberately chose a seat where he could see her profile.
The topic of the competition was announced very quickly, and even Wang Song frowned and subconsciously started communicating with Zhou the translator.
It is still the same procedure as the previous one, but this time the number of designers who need translation is obviously very small.
After all, the designers who can advance to this round have amazing strength in all aspects.
Under the gazes of many people, Ye Yao stood up, looked in the direction of the translator again and walked towards it.
Carlos Jutta and other judges had deep eyes. It was hard to believe that the design work that was passed unanimously needed to get the title from the translator.
If the translation is slightly off, then...
Ishikawa Mika was so tense that she knew the translator would not be able to give her a correct explanation this time.
Soon it was Ye Yao's turn. The translator looked at her with a gloomy look in his eyes.
"Designer Ye, stop pretending. You can understand the question, right?"
He said this directly in M language just to test her and "expose" her.
Ye Yao had a blank expression on his face. "Mr. Translator, can you please speak Chinese?"
The translator's expression became even uglier. "I know you can understand. There's no need..."
"Mr. Translator, are you deliberately wasting my time?"
Ye Yao sharpened his voice.
translate:……
Did he guess wrong? Did she not understand?
But if you don’t understand, then what happened in the previous game?
"Chinese designers are all trash!"
He suddenly said this and then stared at her face, not missing any tiny expression on her face.
She was still as impatient as before, but without any extra anger.
He immediately changed to another language and repeated it, which was also what he would say in the competition.
Ye Yao frowned, obviously puzzled by his action.
"Mr. Translator, what are you talking about?"
He questioned, with a hint of impatience on his face.
The translator still ignored her and changed to the last one.
"You must tell me the topic right away, or I will protest to the jury!"
Ye Yao's expression was completely angry this time.
But it was not the humiliation towards him.
The translator was obviously relieved and got the answer he wanted.
It seemed that she really didn't understand, otherwise, no one would be able to endure such humiliation.
He finally spoke, in Chinese.
However, the explanation he gave was completely different from the topic of the competition. Not only was it different, it was completely contrary to the topic.
Ye Yao seemed to be listening very "seriously".
The translator's eyes were extremely sinister. He wanted to see if this woman could still turn the tide? ! "Thank you."
After hearing this, Ye Yao seemed to have no doubts and turned back to his seat.
The moment she turned around, her expression was grim...
…
"Translator Zhou, what was that judge mumbling just now?"
Wang Da Kui couldn't help but move closer to Zhou the translator and asked in a low voice.
He felt like he was a deaf person here, and what he heard was the same as if he didn't hear anything.
"It's nothing, just cheering on the participating designers. After today's elimination round, only 50 designers will advance to the next semi-final."
“There are only fifty left.”
Wang Da Kui looked in Ye Yao's direction and sighed.
His aunt is really an amazing person, standing out from so many people.
He used to think that this girl was just lucky to have met a noble man like Cai Qingyuan to help her, but now he was really slapped in the face.
"But these people are really stingy. What's the point of just saying "cheer up"? If they give a large bonus to every team that advances, wouldn't that be more effective than anything else?"
Wang Song glanced at him and couldn't help laughing.
"How come you have money on your mind? Being able to sit there is something that money can't buy."
"Master, I understand what you mean, but people die for money and birds die for food. They participate in the competition so hard and want to win the championship. Isn't it to become more famous and make more money in the future?"
Wang Da Kui refuted and expressed his own point of view.
Wang Song didn't know what to say for a moment, "It's not like there's no reward."
"Is there a reward?"
When Wang Da Kui heard this, his eyes immediately lit up and his voice became much louder, as if he was the one participating in the competition.
(End of this chapter)
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
