I can see luck! People who get married in a vegetative state make crazy money

Ming Nuan noticed nothing about this.

She looked at the man in front of her and asked directly: "What's your name?"

The man's voice was clear: "Fan Jing."

Ming Nuan did not beat around the bush, "Congratulations, your manuscript is of sufficient quality to be selected as first place."

Fan Jing's tightly squeezed hands suddenly loosened.

There was a burst of fierce questioning from the crowd.

"Your article will become one of our new products next season."

So careless?

Directly set the number one?

But Mingnuan soon let them know that it was much more than that.

She pointed at the people she singled out and directly selected the next nine designers.

There is no need to go through all the hurdles and there is no need for layers of screening.

If she thinks it's okay, then it's okay.

Among them was the middle-aged woman.

Got the tenth place.

She was in a daze, feeling like she was dreaming.

"Isn't it?" Someone whispered, "Is she crazy? Who are these people chosen?"

"There are food delivery guys, middle-aged housewives and the like, but only one of the ten people who is a serious designer is the only one?"

"Is she doing this for topicality? Is she crazy?"

"What kind of dreamer do you think you are? A discerning Bole? The golden touch?"

They just put the words "Dream Less" on a piece of paper and photographed it at Ming Nuan.

But for those who are chosen.

It was almost as if they were in a dream.

Many people's eyes were red with excitement.

For those famous designers, this is nothing, but for them, this is a dream come true.

"Can my works be made into jewelry? Can I still work here?" The middle-aged woman couldn't believe it.

The other chosen people had the same reaction.

Fan Jing was also very happy, and his face, which had always seemed very calm from the beginning, turned red with joy.

Maybe her operation is too scary.

Mr. Fang, who had been sitting next to her just admiring her face, couldn't help but frown.

"Xiao Nuan, come here." Mr. Fang stretched out his hand, "Do you mind letting me see the top ten you selected?"

"Of course." Ming Nuan immediately handed over the manuscript in his hand, "It is our honor to have someone like you, Mr. Fang, give you some guidance."

Mr. Fang picked up the design draft.

I frowned when I saw the first picture.

This made those people even more excited, "Look, Mr. Fang is definitely going to scold her!"

"I won't choose blindly!"

"So irresponsible."

Mr. Fang, who was sitting on the chair, frowned more and more deeply.

Until I read the last one.

She let out a long sigh.

Everyone was aroused by her gesture.

The next moment, Mr. Fang slapped all the manuscript papers on the table with a bang!

"hateful!"

Ming Rourou, who was watching the live broadcast in front of the screen, stood up excitedly. Mingnuan bitch was about to be scolded!

But Mr. Fang rushed over and grabbed Ming Nuan's hand, "How shameful! You are not my daughter-in-law!"

"Xiao Nuan, I'm serious, what's so good about that brat Mo Shiyan?"

"Divorce, come to my house."

She could only dream of a daughter-in-law who had the same vision as hers and was so beautiful that she couldn't help but think of her!

Everyone was stunned.

What does it mean?

Mr. Fang patted Ming Nuan's hand and said more seriously, "Your eyes can also be called a wise eye."

"It is said that a thousand-mile horse is always there but a Bole is hard to find."

"You are a very good guy."

These words almost finalized the ten drafts Ming Nuan had decided on.

There is no problem!

Who is Mr. Fang? How could she be so fond of it?

Ming Nuan was relieved when he heard this.

Only in this competition, she was the one who read the manuscript first and then read it.

She knew that her vision and abilities were online, unlike what Fu Chuan and Ming Rourou said, she was a worthless waste.

She thinks that for good manuscripts, if nothing else, those people are also very talented.

"It's just that you have such a vision. You are also a designer yourself. Where are your works?"

Mr. Fang is really curious.

She had known the designer Ming Rourou before.

But what she found strange was that Ming Rourou's designs were always inconsistent.

There are always some highlights that capture her, but apart from one or two, the other small details are completely rubbish.

It's like a shit basin with a gold rim.

But now, Mr. Fang can figure out that it is more likely that Ming Rourou stole Ming Nuan's design and changed it herself.

Therefore, she was even more curious about Mingnuan's own design.

Unexpectedly, Ming Nuan smiled and said, "Then Mr. Fang, please look forward to the main product for next season."

"Oh?" Mr. Fang's eyes lit up, "Are you good at your own work?"

"Of course!" Ming Nuan raised his voice.

Not just for Mr. Fang.

It is also meant for people outside and all the viewers before the live broadcast.

"My manuscript was stolen and changed into someone else's, and I was even accused of plagiarism."

"But I won't bother to prove myself."

"Because there is no need."

She turned around and looked directly at the live cameras.

It was like looking at Ming Rourou through the lens.

"Actually, who is true and who is false can be proven by strength."

“Let’s talk about the next works.”

"I can still design more excellent works, but without me, Ming Rourou, where else can you plagiarize the works you want?"

Call by name!

But does she have the qualifications?

Yes, she does!

Ming Rourou's fans were speechless.

"By the way, there are also those fans of the little stars outside. I forgot to tell you something."

She smiled and said, "The idol you like is from Nuanyang Entertainment, right?"

"Nuanyang Entertainment is also my company. It's just that I let Ming Rourou manage it because I was sick."

"You don't think that Ming Rourou is really your idol's boss, do you?"

what!

The expressions of those fans of the little star changed on the spot!

No?

And this thing?

Do their idols know this?

Ming Nuan sneered and looked away.

Looking at these 'potential stocks' I have selected, I feel very satisfied.

The matter here is settled.

Ming Nuan thought that she should say hello to Mr. Mo.

After taking two steps, Fan Jing suddenly came over and asked in a low voice: "Can I make a request?"

His ears were red.

"Can I get the prize money from this competition now? I have something going on at home."

"My mother is sick..."

He said it with some difficulty.

But Ming Nuan interrupted him with a smile: "Of course."

"This is what you deserve."

"More than that, as long as you are willing to sign a three-year contract with me, I can advance your salary to 200,000 yuan in advance."

"You need it urgently, right?"

If it wasn't for urgent need, why would he say such a thing on such an occasion?

Fan Jing looked at Ming Nuan blankly.

Ming Nuan said: "I am willing to pay for your talent because you are worth it."

After she finished speaking, she wanted to leave.

Unexpectedly.

Fan Jing was probably too excited, or maybe he had experienced too many eye rolls and ridicules at a young age, so he couldn't control himself.

"Thank you!"

He rushed over and hugged Ming Nuan, "Thank you very much. I will definitely repay you, sister, and make a lot of money for my sister!"

It just happened at this time.

The black car that had been silent happened to have its windows lowered.

Ming Nuan was suddenly hugged: "..."

Oops!

Meet the big boss!