Rebirth Business Woman: Major General, You Have Lost Again

The line of design is subordinate to creation. Everyone can have different talents, good or bad aptitude, but the most taboo is plagiarism, this kind of behavior that directly steals the results of other people's labor, whether it is processed or transformed or more innovative They are all despised.

  At the moment, Qin Kang's words directly put a hole in the show.

  "Mr. Qin Kang, do you have any real evidence to say this? We can all see that Qingcheng's works are very similar to Qin's style, so who is the main creator?"

   “It was rumored that the two designers came from the same person before. Did Mr. Qin Kang know this news?”

  "Is the work of today's show also Qin's creativity? So, does it mean that Miss Qin was driven out of Qin's home to steal her creativity?"

  ……

The long-tube lens that was still facing the stage mesmerizingly the previous second was like a dog smelling flesh and bones, and they rushed up in excitement, regardless of all kinds of sharp questions, as if to tear one of them to pieces. Will give up.

And Qin Kang was also prepared, and almost always refused to come. He responded to the unfavorable questions of the girl one by one, and said in a loud voice: "Yes, she is a thief. She was driven out from Qin's house with uneasy heart and plagiarism. The creativity of the Qin family, I have never cared about family affection before, but recently my brother Qin Jin disappeared, and I seriously suspect that it has been poisoned."

  One more violent revelation caused the media to explode, scrambling to hold the microphone and the camera, another group of people also swiftly besieged the T station, wishing to put the loudspeaker into the girl's mouth.

"Qin Qing, please explain why your creativity is similar to Qin's clothing. As Qin's queen model for so many years, have you known the creator and had a relationship with the other party when you left Qin's house? Contact? And Qin Jin is your adoptive father. Have you heard about the disappearance? Does this matter have something to do with you?"

Just like the organs, the gun issue rushed to the front of the stage. A large number of reporters squeezed into the guests' seats. When it comes to plagiarism, most guests also tried to get the truth from the parties. They would rather endure the noise than leave, and the scene was immediately plunged. confusion.

Qin Qing frowned, picked up one of the microphones with her fingertips, squeezed it in her palm and said unhurriedly: "I declare once that all of Qingcheng's works belong to me, and the originality is also an exclusive one. As for some Some people say plagiarism, and I will send a lawyer's letter later, asking the court for a ruling."

  These unnecessary arguments on the table will only degrade the company’s image, which is far less effective than a ruling.

"Hold on, I have evidence!" Qin Kang spoke again, striding to the front of the stage, and rushing directly to the girl along the stairs. There were three or five people behind him. There were many people, and he grabbed a microphone and shouted: "I have a creative manuscript in my hand!"

  Manuscripts, that is, the designer's first draft in the initial stage of creation, are generally immature prototypes and are things that the designer does not publish to the outside world.

  And the manuscripts Qin Kang received from the secretary at this time are densely packed with pencil marks on the top, and the outline of the drawing costume details even includes the prototype of Qin's first quarter.

  Even if these things accumulate dust, they are still very precious manuscripts. Now the holding party has the upper hand.

"Let me just say, there is so much creativity in the young and gentle, and I still copied it for a long time, and the copy is still my own. It is really unconscionable." The little reporter just couldn't squeeze the place, and fell behind with a disdainful mouth. I am not afraid of others hearing it when I mumble loudly.

  In fact, most of the people present had the same idea.

   "She stole these manuscripts for the new season." Qin Kang pointed to her unscrupulously and began to pour dirty water. It seemed that she had been incapable of refuting these facts. Even if the lawsuit was won, the show would leave a lot of criticism.

Qin Qing understands the despicable nature of the Qin family. Seeing that her hard work for so many years has been used as a gunman, she can't help but become angry, and her face becomes more and more cold, "Qin Kang, is it interesting? Then my things have planted me. , Do you want more people to know how dirty your Qin family's mind is?"

   Bite the dirty words, almost with hatred, since she is going to drive her to a dead end, then she does not need to leave Qin's family behind.

  But what she said shocked everyone, and only more doubts followed.

  "Miss Qin, what do you mean? You mean that the manuscripts are all yours. Is the design and creativity of Qin for so many years all yours?"

   "I remember that Qin's clothing started from children's clothing ten years ago. At that time, you were only a few years old. This matter seems unreasonable. Please explain."

  ……

It is true that no one would like to believe that the Qin clothing that was popular in China was born from a child in the early days. This is not only a challenge for science, but also a challenge for people’s understanding. Even some well-known designers on the scene shook their heads in disappointment. , Thinks her lie is too clumsy.

Qin Qing saw the winning ticket in the opponent’s proud face, and glanced back at the wolf-like media in front of him. The scorching anger in her heart was unexpectedly calmed down, and a layer of ice was enveloped in a heavy layer of ice, "Ha ha, in Qin costumes At the beginning, it was originally a child's graffiti."

What? Graffiti?

  Listening to the faint voice from the microphone, the audience couldn't help but feel astonished, and felt that this was a fantasy.

  Whose child's graffiti can be listed in the China Trust Creativity Award?

But then Qin Qing stepped forward and approached Qin Kang's eyes, raised her hand and firmly pinched his hand holding the manuscript, and the voice came out coldly from the other party's microphone, "This graffiti is my five. The gift prepared for the adoptive father’s birthday when he was 10 years old was offered to the Qin family’s head at the dinner party in exchange for a luxurious villa with crayon written on it as'deardad'."

   Accompanied by a slow and cold voice, the girl used her fingertips to draw a manuscript from a corner of the manuscript and threw it under the stage.

  "The day after the birthday party, I was taken into the studio and started a series of costume creation. My adoptive father once told me that my mother liked butterflies, so I painted a butterfly on the cuffs of every dress."

  She skimmed over the thick pile of manuscripts with her fingertips without looking, and then slammed the drawn drawings down the stage.

"Qin's clothing has gained a firm foothold in the market in only one season. When I entered the second quarter, I was tired and had a high fever. In my sleep, my adoptive father picked me up and coaxed me to continue painting. I couldn't help but write a sentence after the drawing. , Father, do you love me?"

  The drawing that was drawn out on that page looked like snowflakes floating in the air, more like drops of blood and tears crying silently.