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Looking at Mu Yanzheng sitting next to Mr. Mark through the people sitting in layers, Meng Chu felt his nose sore.

This method must be his attention, which shows how confident he is in her professionalism.

It turned out to be such happiness to be understood by the people closest to me.

Meng Chu evoked a calm smile, ready to get up and go on stage at any time.

"Why do I expect so much?"

A female designer sitting next to her suddenly spoke out.

Meng Chu turned his head, with a smile on his face, and heaved a sigh of relief.

"Meng Chu is me."

The moment the words came out, the other party opened his mouth in shock.

At this time, the staff is already moving the tools for making clothes to the stage.

After a while, everything was ready, and the host came on stage again with a smile: "Next, let us welcome the designers Ms. Meng Chu and Ms. Jiang Enshang."

With slightly sarcastic applause, Meng Chu got up, walked through the long seats, and walked down slowly.

On the other side, Jiang Enshang was a woman with short hair and a dull face.

When Yu Mengchu was standing on the stage at the same time, she showed an incomprehensible smile.

Meng Chu and her looked at each other, and goosebumps arose all over.

Facing the powerful judges in the audience, the person Meng Chu faced was the gentle and provocative eyes.

Suddenly, Meng Chu seemed to know something.

The time was limited to half an hour, and Meng Chu never looked at Mu Yanzheng since he came up.

He was a little disappointed, but seeing her focused, he still cheered her up in his heart.

After all, he designed it by himself. Meng Chu was familiar with the road and quickly made half of the skirt according to the design drawings.Jiang Enshang, who was next to him, was in a hurry.

Time passed little by little, and Meng Chu was coming to an end.

The skirt made by her seems to be a dress borrowed from a big show, noble and elegant without losing its atmosphere.

After she finished, she propped up the work on a hanger and handed it over to the staff waiting at any time to put it in the showcase.

At this moment, Meng Chu was confident and charming.

She turned around slowly and looked at Jiang Enshang, who was still finishing the work, with an obscure smile on the corner of her mouth.

This scene, in the eyes of the judges below, nodded, as if they had already confirmed the winner of the gold medal in their hearts.

Wen Ya, who was in the judging process, was not calm anymore. She looked at Meng Chu's design works, and then looked at Jiang Enshang, wishing she could go up and help.

"Why so slow?"

Accidentally, he said it out loud.

A foreign white-haired female judge next to her comforted her with a smile: "Don't worry, slow work produces meticulous work."

That's what he said, but Jiang Enshang's behavior clearly showed that he lacked confidence and was at a disadvantage.

"Ten minutes left."

At this time, the host suddenly announced the time.

Jiang Enshang became anxious and dropped the needle in his hand.She glanced down in a panic, and quickly picked it up again, trying to calm herself down.

Seeing that the host was about to speak again, Meng Chu took a few steps to take away the microphone in her hand. Facing the following, she was graceful, yet forceful.

Just at this moment, a light in the arena shone on her body.

With a beautiful face and an absolute aura, he talked eloquently: "Since it's a competition, we can't bully the newcomers, right? It's all thought up through hard work. Wouldn't it be too unfair to use time to limit it? Now, We set aside time and patiently waited for Ms. Jiang Enshang to complete the design of the clothes."

"Crack, crack, crack..."

As soon as her words fell, there was rhythmic applause in the judging area, followed by thunderous applause from the audience.

As everyone knows, at this time Wen Ya is about to vomit blood.

She underestimated Meng Chu's strength, and even more overestimated the designer she found.

After waiting for nearly 10 minutes, Jiang Enshang finally finished a dress.However, when the staff propped it up with hangers and hung it in the showcase, the audience suddenly sighed.

"It's different, it's obviously better to finish first."

"It's not only better, it's not in the same class at all. Hers is about the same as the hundreds of dollars sold in the market outside."

"I even suspect that she is a designer or a tailor."

"A tailor wouldn't make clothes like this and waste the fabric."

……

The discussion below became louder, and the judges couldn't help but want Mark to announce it quickly.

But when Jiang Enshang on the stage faced people's doubts, she timidly looked at Wen Ya in the audience.

It was at this moment that Meng Chu discovered that Wen Ya had a relationship with Jiang Enshang, and guessed that this oolong was also caused by Wen Ya.

"The final decision of the judges has been made. On behalf of the organizing committee, I will announce that the gold medal winner of the [-]th Millais International Competition, Ms. Mengchu..."

The host announced one by one, removing one Jiang Enshang, the best designer who never made it to the finals will get a bronze award.

The competition was broadcast live worldwide, and the big screens in shopping malls in various cities were showing it.

Mark presented the award, Mu Yanzheng sent flowers, and only Meng Chu had this kind of treatment.

Standing in front of the media cameras, Mu Yanzheng hugged Mengchu.

Facing the interview, all the judges of the organizing committee withdrew to one side, and only he, Mu Yanzheng, stuck to Meng Chu's side like a dog skin plaster.

Huimei Shopping Center at the same time.

The big screen outside was broadcasting the designer's interview, and the room was full of media with long guns and short guns.

Mu Yunting and his son are apologizing to the media for what happened a few days ago.

Standing in the media, Chen An and several bodyguards looked at the insincerity of Mu Yunting and his son, and wished they could beat them up.

At this time, a black Maybach was parked on the side of the road outside.

The people in the car did not open the windows, and stared straight at the live broadcast on the big screen above the front with a pair of eagle-like gazes, and did not return to their senses for a long time.

"Brother Seven, the design competition is over, Miss Wen..."

"Let her wait first."

The driver was choked and dared not say anything else.

At this moment, the sharp-eyed driver caught sight of a person coming out of Huimei Shopping Mall. His eyes lit up, and he turned to the rearview mirror and said, "Seventh brother, it's A Biao."

Tang Jinglan turned his head and followed his line of sight, and saw a man in a black uniform smoking a cigarette standing beside the trash can outside the mall.

"Seventh brother, do you want me to go over and call someone over?"

"No need."

Tang Jinglan, who was going to pick up Wenya, suddenly changed her plan because she saw someone from her former self.

The press conference in the mall ended three hours later, and Tang Jinglan's car was also in the same place, waiting until the afternoon.

Seeing Chen An and the bodyguard separated, Tang Jinglan ordered the driver to follow.

Sure enough, after following two streets, the black car A Biao was riding in entered a sparsely populated alley.

Coincidentally, the car stopped and A Biao got out of the car.

Watching the car go away, he lit another cigarette on the side of the road.

After taking two puffs, Tang Jinglan's car stopped at his feet, and the window opened, revealing a long-lost face.

The cigarette in the corner of A Biao's mouth fell to the ground, and he stared blankly at the other party.

"Long time no see, A Biao."

Tang Jinglan said in a cold voice, A Biao subconsciously glanced around, and finally settled on him.