After marrying a wealthy family, I just want to start a career[Transmigration Book]

Zheng Wenze's expression gradually became solemn, and his brows were slightly frowned, looking at him as if he didn't know Ning An very well, with consideration in his eyes.

They stared at each other, not giving in to each other.

The contest has only just begun, whoever retreats first will lose, no matter how much uneasiness there is in my heart, I have to hold on at this moment.

Ning An looked at Zheng Wenze's expression as if he was facing a formidable enemy, and a mocking smile slowly appeared in his eyes.

That smile was very sharp, like looking at some unsightly maggots, faintly revealing some disgust and disdain.

Zheng Wenze hadn't seen this look in his eyes for many years, but when he saw it again, he couldn't help but feel terrified.

"Ning An?" Wang Rong's calm voice sounded behind him.

At this moment, Ning An's back was facing Wang Rong's office, and on the contrary, Zheng Wenze was facing Wang Rong's office.

So when Wang Rong called him, Ning An couldn't see his expression, but he quickly analyzed his emotions through Wang Rong's voice.

Ning An didn't know how he still had the energy to analyze Wang Rong's voice and emotions.

But at least, after the analysis, his heart, which was so anxious that it was almost crazy, finally stabilized.

Because there is no disappointment or anger in Wang Rong's voice, it is almost the same as usual, objective and calm.

He didn't turn around, but quietly relieved the strain on his shoulders, making his back look less rigid.

And Zheng Wenze's expression quickly returned to calm, even with a hint of understanding and comfort.

He said to Wang Rong very gently and leniently: "Don't worry, it's not a big deal, let's digest it internally."

Internal digestion?Ning An couldn't help chuckling.

Release the news to the public first, and then pretend to be innocent and release hypocritical goodwill when it has caused an uproar and is unable to recover.

Knowing that the turmoil has arisen and it is impossible to resolve it internally, what do you mean by internal digestion?

I don't know if I think Wang Rong is too naive, or I think Ning An is stupid and transparent?

Not right, Ning An thought, this matter has nothing to do with him, Zheng Wenze is just acting to Wang Rong alone.

And he is just a prop, if it is more sharp and mean to set off Zheng Wenze's generosity and kindness, then the effect of the play may be better.

Zheng Wenze is such a good planner.

I don't know if it was because Ning An's laughter was too abrupt, but Wang Rong didn't speak immediately, he was silent for a long time.

The atmosphere gradually became condensed, and when the expression on Zheng Wenze's face was about to lose its hold, Wang Rong finally said softly: "Wenze, you go back first, I have something to talk to Ning An alone."

"Teacher," Ning An turned to look at him, smiled faintly, and maintained basic politeness: "Why don't you ask Teacher Zheng to come along, I think we may need to confront each other face to face."

What he said was direct and sharp, leaving no room for retreat.

Not only Zheng Wenze was stunned, but even Wang Rong was also stunned for a moment. He looked carefully at Ning An's expression, and finally nodded.

"And you." Ning An smiled at Xiao Di who was secretly looking over here: "Didn't it mean that Teacher Zheng's design draft was also shown to you? You should come here together."

Xiao Di's face turned pale, he never expected Ning An to be so arrogant.

Ordinary people should have been in a mess when they encountered such a thing, but he was so calm as if nothing had happened.

I really don't know if his psychological quality is good enough, or his skin is thick enough?

It's just that his tough and fearless attitude made Xiao Di's heart beating involuntarily, and he unconsciously looked at Zheng Wenze for a while.

But Zheng Wenze didn't look at him, he had already walked to Wang Rong's office first.

Xiao Di had no choice but to get up, Ning An stood there motionless and waited until he came to the side, and then entered Wang Rong's office one after the other.

The door closed behind him, blocking the curious and gossiping eyes of other staff in the office.

From the initial shock and doubt, disbelief, to the final doubt, contempt, and even gloating, their emotions are not without richness.

In this circle, the word "plagiarism" can be light or heavy.

It is common for small brands to copy big brands every year, and it is not uncommon for some so-called designers to change the styles of big brands and publish them on the market.

But for studios and designers of their level, if the issue of plagiarism is involved, then the career can basically be declared over.

This is probably the same as the so-called "people are popular right and wrong".

Often the stronger the ability and the higher the status of the person, the more demanding the world will be on them.

Ning An is a very nice person.

Although it may seem cold at times, but after a long time of contact, he knows that he is very kind, has no airs, and never hides his secrets.

And he didn't act lazy or show any special sense of superiority just because he was Wang Rong's student.

Instead he worked harder and more humblely than anyone else.

Selfishly speaking, most of them liked him and respected him.

Of course there is also a hint of jealousy.

So most of their emotions have been complicated in the past short period of time.

There are doubts about him, but also sympathy, some gloat over his misfortune, and some worries...

The human heart is complicated and subtle, and it can be said to be vividly expressed at this moment.

Until now, Ning An was frank and frank, facing all this fearlessly, neither dodged nor evaded, but took the initiative to meet him directly, which made them start to doubt again, wondering if there might really be some misunderstanding here?

Most of Zheng Wenze and the others didn't dare to doubt, after all, their status was different.

Moreover, just like the online analysis, Zheng Wenze did not have any reason to frame Ning An?

So they can only think that there may be some misunderstandings in this so-called plagiarism incident.

In the office, everyone sat down separately.

The coffee was brought in by Zhang Luo herself, and then she backed out quietly.

Wang Rong's eyes swept over the faces of several people one by one, his eyes were heavy, and his brows were slightly frowned.

Finally, he turned to Xiao Di, with undisguised scrutiny in his eyes: "Xiao Di, have you really read Mr. Zheng's design draft?"

"I've seen it." Xiao Di replied softly but definitely.

"Apart from you, has anyone else in our studio watched it?" Wang Rong asked again.

"And brother Ning has seen it." Xiao Di glanced at Ning An, and then turned his gaze to Wang Rong: "At that time, Teacher Zheng asked me if young girls would like this design, and I said they would definitely like it. "

Wang Rong narrowed his eyes: "What about after that?"

"Afterwards, Mr. Zheng took the design draft and entered Brother Ning's office," Xiao Di said, looking at Zheng Wenze again.

"So, you can only prove that Mr. Zheng entered Ning An's office with the design draft, but you can't prove that he has seen it, right?"

"I..." Xiao Di raised his eyes to look at Zheng Wenze again, and then said, "But if he didn't see it, how could he plagiarize Teacher Zheng's design?"

Wang Rong looked at Xiao Di, and said slowly: "Now that the truth has not come out, it's inappropriate for you to just say that Ning An plagiarized?"

Xiao Di opened his mouth, but Wang Rong had already turned to Zheng Wenze: "So, did you let Ning An see it?"

For some reason, there was a little bit of sarcasm on his expression, even though it was only a little bit, it still made Zheng Wenze flustered.

But the gongs and drums have already sounded, and he must continue to perform.

He said with the same expression as usual: "Yes, I let him watch it, and asked him the same question as Xiao Di."

"However," Zheng Wenze said to Wang Rong, "If you have already doubted me, you can directly convict me. As long as it is what you say, I will admit it."

Ning An's brows furrowed. Wang Rong was the last person to endure this kind of retreat. He was too easy to soften his heart.

Zheng Wenze really knows him too well.

Sure enough, the corners of Wang Rong's lips tightened. He seemed to have remembered something, and he was stunned for a while.

Ning An saw an imperceptible ray of pain in his eyes, but then he lowered his eyes to block those emotions.

Wang Rong lowered his eyes and gently rubbed the wall of the coffee cup with his fingertips.

After a while, he slowly raised his eyes, looking at Zheng Wenze has become very calm.

He smiled and said, "I'm not a judge and I can't convict anyone."

Then he asked Zheng Wenze: "Since it's for the girls, why didn't you ask the girls for their opinions instead of just asking the boys?"

Zheng Wenze was taken aback, as if he hadn't thought about this question either.

But he quickly replied: "I just think about it from the designer's point of view. The two of them have a relatively high level, and they are relatively close to Wang Qian's age group."

Wang Rong nodded and did not express any further comments.

He was silent for a while before looking at Ning An, his eyes were unexpectedly soft: "Did you really see it? Teacher Zheng's design draft."

Ning An shook his head, his eyes were calm, and his tone was affirmative: "Never."

Then he added: "Mr. Zheng did show me some design drafts, but not this one."

"Besides," he smiled lightly, "Ms. Zheng's design style is completely different from mine, and there is no need for me to learn from it."

These words were already quite rude, but Ning An said even more rude words, and he asked slowly: "Teacher, based on your understanding of Teacher Zheng, do you think that design draft conforms to his usual style? ?”

After he said these few words, Zheng Wenze's face became very ugly.

Wang Rong couldn't help but glanced at Zheng Wenze, and his eyes darkened after just one glance.

Ning An's question was accurate and ruthless. Indeed, the design draft was completely different from Zheng Wenze's design style.

In recent years, Zheng Wenze has been more inclined to the gorgeous style, and his works are exaggerated and eye-catching.

In fact, he is not very talented in design, but he is very smart to find a way that suits him.

But Ning'an is good at using emotions and is very delicate. To be precise, the styles of the two are completely different.

And this design draft, whether it was announced by Zheng Wenze or Ning An's entry, all contained heavy feelings.

The office was so quiet that you could almost hear a needle drop.

Wang Rong seemed to be distracted, and no one else broke the tranquility.

It took a long time for Wang Rong to come back to his senses, with a slightly tired look on his face.

Then he waved his hands to Zheng Wenze and Xiao Di: "Go out, I still have something to talk to Ning An about."

Zheng Wenze stood up and called him worriedly: "Wang Rong?"

Wang Rong raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were quiet and deep, forcing Zheng Wenze to calm down.

Ning An watched silently, already having a new judgment in his heart.

He asked the last question: "I want to know, when did you say you read the design draft?"

This kind of question, they should have discussed it long ago, so there is no need to ask it separately.

Sure enough, the two said in unison: "In late July."

Ning An entered the studio in early June, and there was a subtle disagreement with Zheng Wenze.

But I don't know why, around July, Zheng Wenze suddenly released a friendly attitude towards him, and the communication between the two gradually increased relatively.

Afterwards, he would often bring some documents to discuss together, and occasionally there would be design drafts from their studio.

Ning An didn't say anything else. After they went out, he took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and pressed a button.

Wang Rong was looking at him, and he smiled at him frankly: "I'm recording."

Wang Rong slightly nodded, and did not comment on this.

Then Ning An asked again: "What else do you want to talk to me, Teacher?"

"Do you have any evidence to prove your innocence?" Wang Rong asked.

"I didn't know that I would encounter such a thing, so I didn't deliberately leave any evidence." Ning An thought for a while and replied: "But the design has already taken shape in early June, inspired by the Jungfrau in Switzerland, and I changed it in the middle Several times, but the overall situation has not changed, only some small details have been modified, and I have already made the finished product as they said in late July."

Wang Rong was silent for a moment, didn't say whether he believed it or not, but he said: "But the current situation is not good for you."

"So, teacher, do you believe me?" Such a question is actually very stupid, but Ning An couldn't help asking it.

Wang Rong's attitude is too important to him.

And such questions can only be asked to the people closest to and valued by oneself, and to others, it can only be regarded as a joke.

Wang Rong is the person he respects and trusts the most, so it may not be too stupid to ask him such a question.

Ning An crossed his slender fingers and rubbed each other, clenched and then loosened, waiting nervously and uneasily.

Unexpectedly, the answer came very quickly.

Wang Rong hardly thought much, and quickly replied: "I believe in you."

It seemed that he had been waiting for someone to ask this question, and the answer had been lingering in his heart and throat a million times.

All it takes is an opportunity, just an opportunity, and it will burst out immediately, and it will no longer be stuck on the apex of his heart.

Ning An was stunned, almost a little surprised, his body was still, and he looked at Wang Rong motionlessly with his lips pursed.

Those beautiful eyes gradually became a little moist.

From the time the incident happened, he fell into fear and helplessness, aggrieved and angry, to the moment when he was trying to calm down, but his heart was extremely anxious.

No one knew that he was being roasted on the fire, and no one understood how much he was suffering.

Wang Rong's words were like sending rain to his heart that was sizzling and smoldering with oily smoke and was about to lose power.

The root of his nose was sore, and he wanted to say something to Wang Rong, but he couldn't speak, because if he spoke, he would lose his composure.

Wang Rong could actually choose a more conservative answer.

After all, he is not Feng Yun, he has absolute demands on Feng Yun, but not on Wang Rong.

Wang Rong is just his teacher, while Zheng Wenze is still his friend.

But he said he believed him without even thinking about it, which made him almost unable to hold back his tears.

At this time, he may be able to straighten his spine in the face of malice and negation, but he has no resistance to goodwill and trust.

Ning An opened his mouth, then lowered his eyes, trying his best to hide the emotion and grievance in his eyes.

He wanted to ask why Wang Rong believed him, but he couldn't ask.

But Wang Rong himself explained: "I have examined you carefully before accepting you as a student. I believe in my own vision, and..."

Ning An looked up at him, waiting for his next words, Wang Rong said softly: "Besides, I don't believe that the person I value the most will make the same mistake and fall in the same place."

When Wang Rong said this, he closed his eyes in pain.

For so many years, he has always believed that there is a misunderstanding between Cheng Qian and Zheng Wenze.

But the same thing happened repeatedly, and he couldn't believe it was a coincidence.

Ning An knew that he was talking about Cheng Qian.

But Wang Rong didn't go into details.

He took a breath and said, "Ning An, only my belief is useless, you have to prove your innocence to the world."

Ning An nodded: "I know, teacher."

Wang Rong looked at him, and suddenly some particularly uncomfortable feelings came to his heart.

Ning An's shadow faintly overlapped with another person.

Many years ago, he also said this sentence to another person.

At that time, that person was far from Ning An and calm now. He was very excited, and even asked him desperately if he believed him.

He said, "Cheng Qian, it's useless for me to believe you. You have to prove your innocence to the world."

The man was stunned for a long time when he heard these words, the excitement, resentment and longing for him gradually disappeared in his eyes.

Later, no matter how much he explained to him, he believed him, and he never looked back.

Until today, he didn't know that before saying this, he should first say, I believe you.

Ning An saw Wang Rong leaning on the back of the chair with his eyes closed and his Adam's apple rolling gently.

This reminded him of Wang Rong's appearance on that snowy night in Australia, and he couldn't help calling softly: "Teacher?"

Wang Rong slowly opened his eyes, his dark eyes seemed to be soaked in water, and there was some fascination in his eyes.

Ning An called out again: "Teacher?"

Wang Rong looked at him, waved his hands, and said, "You go out first, and let me be quiet."

The author has something to say: I finished this chapter in a very noisy and chaotic environment, and I hope it can be as smooth as possible.

感谢在2019-12-1420:08:57~2019-12-1518:28:41期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 ordinary person Li;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigated the nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Sanqijiu; 7 bottles when I was a teenager;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!