Yaya: “…”
It's impossible by logic. The designs she drew seemed to be popular around the world and would only appear in three or four years. How come they appeared abroad now?
Could it be that because of traveling through a book, there is a deviation between the timeline of this world and the timeline of real time?
Think about it carefully.
It seems that the emergence of intellectual property law did not occur in the real world, but occurred one or two years earlier than the real world.
Yaya hesitated. "I...my hand was injured recently, so I can't draw the design. Can you find a few designers to brainstorm? As the saying goes, three cobblers are better than one Zhuge Liang..."
Zhao Qiguo was stunned. "What do you mean? We agreed to send me to the international competition. Are you thinking of quitting now? I've already transferred the 100,000 yuan you asked for into your account. You can't cheat me like this."
Yaya: “…”
She didn't know what to say. Three years had passed since she came into this book from her own world.
The first half of the year.
Dissatisfied with her body and family situation, she had been sulking for half a year before finally accepting it. She decided to make the best of it, so she started looking for ways to make money. However, she was too young, and no one cared about her. She also wanted to make braised meat and run a stationery store like the heroine, but she was too young to do it alone, so she had to find someone to help her...
However, just two years ago, when she went to the market in town with her stepmother, she was suddenly captured by a group of human traffickers, and the leader of this group of human traffickers was Zhao Qiguo.
She used her eloquence to convince Zhao Qiguo to trust her, but she didn't reveal her origins. She only said that she could see things in the next few years and gave some examples, which made Zhao Qiguo completely convinced. The two began to work together...
She also started to make clothing design drawings. In the first six months, she did it very smoothly. Even at night with a flashlight in her bed, she could draw a complete design that amazed Zhao Qiguo.
But slowly.
She found drawing designs increasingly difficult.
Until half a year ago.
She picked up the pen and was surprised to find that she could no longer draw the perfect, round and smooth lines required for the design. Like thousands of other five or six-year-old girls, she could only draw flowers and grass with crooked lines.
Her talent is gone...
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