Passionate to know

An Zhi, this small rock instantly stirred up waves.

Jiang Yuyuan has always been vigorous and resolute, and held a press conference the next day, announcing that An Zhi will be the exclusive designer of Fanling's last item.

At this press conference, the major media outlets were almost in full force. The entire venue and even the aisles were full of reporters and photographers. It was quite spectacular.It is no exaggeration to say that since Song Zhiyang took charge of Yujing, he has never held such a big press conference.

As soon as Jiang Yuyuan finished his speech and sat down, the reporters eagerly focused on An Zhi.

Faced with such an occasion, An Zhi was not the slightest bit nervous, nor did he put on a polite smile like a publicist. He still maintained his usual tepid attitude, introduced himself briefly, and sat down. down.

It's just that he wanted to sit down, but the group of reporters refused to let him go easily, pressing towards An Zhi with a barrage of questions.

"Mr. An, what do you think about being the exclusive designer of Fanling?"

"Mr. An, how did you stand out from so many outstanding designers?"

"Mr. An is so young, by what chance did he get to know Mr. Jiang?"

"Mr. An..."

The crowd kept asking questions, and Song Zhiyang's brows became tighter the more he listened.These reporters clearly don't care what will happen to Fan Ling in the hands of a newcomer at this moment, what they care about is An Zhi's superior position and whether there is an ulterior deal.

In the face of everyone's doubts, An Zhi remained silent and let the reporters sing a one-man show like clowns.

Finally, there was a mindless reporter from some unknown company who couldn't understand An Zhi's appearance that this matter had nothing to do with him, and said in a bad tone: "Mr. An, if you don't say anything, you must have left Shortcuts, so there is nothing to say!"

The reporter who asked the question was born with a loud voice. As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden silence at the scene, and even the sound of a needle being dropped could be heard.

The room is full of embarrassment, suffocating embarrassment.

In the frozen atmosphere, the reporter seemed to have noticed his slip of the tongue, laughed a few times uncomfortably, and lowered his head, for fear of seeing everyone's eyes.

At this moment, An Zhi finally spoke.

"Shortcut? In the eyes of everyone, is Mrs. Song a shortcut?"

This sentence is to use strength to fight strength.Jiang Yuyuan's style evaluation is naturally unquestionable. She also said just now that An Zhi was appointed by her hand-picked. face?

Now everyone secretly laughed, luckily they didn't run the train with their mouths full just now, otherwise they wouldn't be so ashamed as to dig a hole and jump into it.

An Zhi sat in front of the camera for a long time, and was really impatient. He planned to end the press conference quickly, so he stood up and said the longest sentence today: "Everyone wants to know, I can't answer today, only We will not know until Fanling is finished. Whether Fanling is a blessing or a curse in my hands, that is its fate."

Someone in the crowd retorted suspiciously: "Mr. An means that we should disregard Mr. Jiang's original style and start a new one?"

An Zhi didn't evade the man's questioning with a gun and a stick, but instead looked awe-inspiring and inviolable, and answered directly: "I'm not a die-hard original author, let alone..." He paused, looking at the camera like a torch , with a hook on the corner of his mouth: "Now, I am the original."

After finishing speaking, he left the scene in the astonishment that everyone was still digesting the meaning of his words.When everyone thought about it and wanted to continue asking questions, Song Zhiyang came to the stage in time and ended the press conference.

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Walking to the backstage, Song Zhiyang helplessly nodded An Zhi's forehead: "You, you, you can't learn even a little bit of worldly wisdom, that's me, I help you take care of the funeral every day."

An Zhi tugged on his tie, looking a little tired: "Hurrying up is not a business, I beg you?"

Song Zhiyang hugged Anzhi's waist: "Tsk...why are you so angry recently?"

Anzhi answered casually, "Is there?"

Song Zhiyang nodded: "Obviously you should be the most proud now, why do you still act like I owe you something?"

An Zhi glanced at Song Zhiyang meaningfully, and Song Zhiyang's heart trembled as he laughed: "You really owe me."

Song Zhi was incredulous: "Me?"

"Isn't that so?" An Zhi raised his eyebrows, "You lied to me."

At that time, Song Zhiyang thought about what he had done in the past few months in his mind several times. He didn't understand what An Zhi meant, but seeing An Zhi's serious appearance, it didn't look like a joke.

There was cunning in An Zhi's eyes, and he approached Song Zhiyang's ear, and said word by word: "Actually, you and Mrs. Song lied to me together... She needs me because she doesn't know how to touch green, right?"

Song Zhiyang's breathing stagnated, his half-closed eyes widened instantly, and his face turned dark.His usual calm seemed to be peeled off in an instant, slowly cracking in An Zhi's smile.

Seeing Song Zhiyang's expression, An Zhi smiled triumphantly: "It seems that I guessed it right."

Song Zhiyang supported An Zhi's shoulders with both hands, and said in a low voice, "How do you know?"

An Zhi tilted his head: "I told you, I guessed it."

"An Zhi," Song Zhiyang rarely spoke to him seriously, "this is not a trivial matter."

An Zhi sighed: "In the past, I thought Mrs. Song was very strange. She had made six pieces, but why couldn't she make the last one... Later, when I met her in person, I understood."

An Zhi stretched out his fingers, and showed Song Zhiyang the calluses on the sides of his fingers: "Diancui's technique is different from others. Doing this work all the year round will leave long and thin calluses on the sides of the fingers, and Mrs. Song's finger Only the fingertips grow calluses, which is not what a technician who is famous for Diancui should have."

Song Zhiyang touched the hard calluses on An Zhi's hands: "I really can't hide anything from you."

An Zhi withdrew his hand: "So you admit that you lied to me."

"Hmm..." Song Zhiyang played sloppy eyes: "It can't be called cheating."

"You should keep it a secret, after all... Mrs. Song won't talk about Diancui, it's really embarrassing."

Song Zhiyang immediately tapped An Zhi's lips with his index finger, a little ambiguous and helpless: "...It seems that I have to give you some "hush money"."