Being a scumbag is the pinnacle, she was pampered by Mr. Fu to the heavens

While Jiang Churan was studying for a PhD in country F, she founded an independent designer jewelry brand, which became a trend in the petty bourgeoisie circle. She clicked on the official website and soon found that several of the works looked familiar.

Scroll down further and even find two works that are exactly the same as the ones I submitted for competition two years ago!

Because the mail exchanges were completely destroyed after being poisoned yesterday, to be cautious, she found the manuscript and compared the details, and found that they were exactly the same.

As for the works that look familiar, some minor adjustments have been made based on her design draft.

Fang Fei roughly counted and found that there were more than fifty products on the official website, two of which copied her design, and five of which were adjusted based on her design.

She was very sure that she did not plagiarize. All her works were drawn by her hand on paper one by one after a sudden inspiration or hard thinking, and then turned into electronic manuscripts using a scanner.

Therefore, the plagiarist will only be Jiang Churan.

Fang Fei's hand holding the mouse was shaking uncontrollably.

It was like a fire was burning in her chest, burning her whole body.

But she still forced herself to calm down and checked the review of the stolen work when she submitted it.

Therefore, Zala’s name was included in the review of stolen works.

Looking at Jiang Churan's introduction, Zala is her English name.

No wonder she has participated in so many design competitions in the past two years, but nothing happened. It turns out that Jiang Churan, a habitual criminal, robbed her!

She was worried that her secret participation in the design competition would be blocked by the Fang and Qin families, so she deliberately did not use her real name, but entered under the pseudonym "Fang Keyi".

She didn't tell anyone about this pen name, not even Yang Shilin knew about it, and it was impossible for Jiang Churan to know that she was Fang Keyi.

I think Jiang Churan liked her works so much that she occupied so many of them.

As for other works, they may have been stolen from other contestants.

Fang Fei couldn't calm down for a long time, and she wanted to rush to Jiang Churan immediately, expose her face, and ask her to compensate, apologize, or even go to jail.

But Fang Fei knows that impulsiveness cannot solve the problem, and premature exposure will only push herself into the whirlpool.

After all, Jiang Churan has such a huge family business behind him, and if he is not careful, he will be beaten down.

Even her visit to Marita yesterday may have been told to Jiang Churan by the staff. If Jiang Churan was a little curious, he should have known that she was Fang Keyi.

So it was Jiang Churan who should be panicking. She had to find a chance to meet Jiang Churan and test her reaction.

Fang Fei made a plan, but she still felt uncomfortable in her heart. She got up and went to the refrigerator to get some ice water to drink. When she glanced at the clothes she was wearing, she realized that she had forgotten to pay for Tang Yun'an's clothes.

She went downstairs to the car and searched all over the car but couldn't find Tang Yunan's business card. It seemed that Fu Jingchuan had thrown it away last night.

She searched around the car again, but still couldn't find it. She didn't want to be regarded by Tang Yunan as a person who broke her promise, so she could only try her luck in the hotel.

Because the distance was not far and she felt very depressed, she didn't drive and just walked there as a way to relax.

Arriving at the front desk of the hotel, Fang Fei reported her room number and asked the front desk to help check Tang Yunan's phone number.

The front desk refused to inform the guest on the grounds that this violated the guest's privacy, even if she said that she and Tang Yun'an knew each other.

Fang Fei could only ask the front desk to call the room to see if Tang Yunan was in the room.

As soon as the front desk picked up the landline, he exclaimed: "Mr. Tang is here."

Fang Fei followed the line of sight at the front desk and saw Tang Yunan coming in from the outside while making a phone call.

Perhaps because he heard the voice at the front desk, Tang Yunan looked over. After his eyes fell on Fang Fei, he smiled at her, said "call me later" to the person on the other end of the phone, hung up the phone and walked towards Fang Fei.

"Miss Fang, why are you here?"

Tang Yun'an during the day was more eye-catching than Tang Yun'an last night. His smile was like the gentle breeze and the warm autumn sun, making everyone around him involuntarily attracted to him.

And Tang Yun'an's smile seemed to be contagious, making Fang Fei's depressed and depressed heart seep into it like sunshine, and it suddenly became less depressed.

She greeted him with a faint smile: "Mr. Tang, I'm sorry to bother you again. I accidentally lost your business card and forgot your number. I can only try my luck at the hotel to see if you can still stay. Live here.”

Tang Yun'an looked at her: "Then I'm really lucky. I happened to find a place to live and was planning to move there. If I hadn't been delayed by the phone call, I would have missed you as a friend."

Fang Fei added: "You will also lose the two thousand yuan you paid for clothes."

Tang Yun'an was amused and showed his eight big white teeth: "It doesn't matter if you have money or not, friends are rare and valuable."

As she spoke, she took out her mobile phone and opened her WeChat business card and handed it to Fang Fei. Fang Fei opened her mobile phone and scanned it and added her friends. When she was about to transfer money, she was stopped by Tang Yun'an: "Don't transfer the money. If you are okay now, help me move." Come on, let’s have dinner together after moving.”

Tang Yun'an's invitation was too abrupt, and Fang Fei didn't know how to respond for a while. Tang Yun'an added, "I just don't have any other friends, and I want to invite someone to warm my new home. It doesn't matter if you have something to do. It's the same for me to eat alone."

The feeling of loneliness suddenly amplified in Tang Yun'an. Fang Fei, who was often at a loss due to loneliness, could relate to it, so she nodded: "Okay, I'll help you move, but you have to treat me to a big meal."