diskusbooks Chapter 112 Plagiarism Dog
Chapter 112 Plagiarism Dog
Chapter 112 Plagiarism Dog
Chapter 112 Plagiarism Dog
"Okay, anyway, it's still early, so don't worry, you can change it and hand it in."
Qin Yishui thought it was pretty good, and he could submit it at this level.
But the other party actually said that it was almost meaningless, so he changed it and handed it in.
The two of them stayed in the house for a while and then went out to eat. As soon as they walked around, their back legs came over to clean up.
During the dialysis for cleaning, a richly dressed man walked slowly by.
His eyes fell on the finished product, and he immediately stopped to watch it.
This piece of clothing is gorgeous but not ostentatious. It has a unique beauty, especially the design on the collar, which is the highlight of this piece of clothing.
Not only that, even the edge of the cuffs has been specially designed.
The more retro buttons on it add a lot of points to this dress.
He walked in unconsciously, and was deeply attracted by the clothes. When the waiter next to him was mopping the floor, he saw a pair of polished leather shoes.
"Sir, please step aside, my side is cleaning."
While she was explaining, she looked up and saw that the person was not from this room, and said cryptically: "Sir, did you go to the wrong room?"
The man ignored her and reached for the piece of clothing.
"really beautiful."
He praised without hesitation, although he is also an excellent designer, but he has never had a finished product that can achieve such an effect.
If this kind of thing is put in the past, it will also cause waves of sensation.
He has come to participate in this competition these few days, and he has no inspiration at all, and he doesn't even know how to do it.
In the past, he had a skirt, both in terms of design and fabric, which reached the top. Because of this piece, he was so popular that various companies competed to sign it.
But apart from that dress, there were almost no works that could be sold, and gradually they were criticized and resisted by everyone.
He was very anxious, but he couldn't think of a solution. He traveled all over the world, hoping to find some inspiration.
He even believed in ghosts and gods, and donated a lot of sesame oil money, but nothing changed. The Bodhisattva in the sky couldn't help him, so he could only help himself.
He observed this piece of clothing and wrote down all the design and workmanship inside.
As long as he can succeed, he doesn't care about the process at all.
"Sir, did you go to the wrong room?"
The waiter asked again.
The man nodded slightly, and after writing down all the methods here, he said calmly, "I did go wrong, I'm sorry."
While speaking, he lifted his foot and walked out.
"weird."
The waiter couldn't help but complain.
In the hotel industry, you can always meet some weird people. Since it's none of her business, he won't meddle in her business.
Back in my hotel, I called my assistant to bring the best fabrics, and started to work in the hotel.
He needs to submit his own work in advance before the other party submits the work, so that even if two works appear at the exhibition, he can accuse the other party of plagiarism.
Mo Fan ate a hodgepodge outside, and had no idea that his work had been plagiarized.
The owner of the shop here is very enthusiastic. Although this is a roadside stall, the taste is very good.
It is also rare to eat ingredients about one's own country in such a country.
"This plate of peanuts is for you."
The shop owner brought fried peanuts and placed them in front of their table.
"thank you boss."
Mo Fan thanked the boss.
"It's rare to meet someone from your hometown, and it's really fate. If you live close to each other, just let me know if you want to eat, and I'll deliver it to your door."
The boss is a fat man with a goatee and a green dragon tattooed on his arm.
He doesn't look like a nice person, but he is a warm-hearted person. He has stayed here for a long time, but he speaks a pure native dialect.
He was not led astray here, which may be the reason for his own deliberation.
He used his own taste to conquer the people here, but anyone passing by here, as long as they have time, they will more or less come back to eat a bowl or two.
He also sold his name here, and even appeared in news magazines. Many people came here because of his reputation, and his business became more and more prosperous.
It's just for the poor. It's a fact that the rich look down on roadside stalls.
Rich people drive by in cars and pass by in a hurry, without even stopping to take a second look.
But today, a red off-road vehicle slowly stopped beside the two of them.
The black window slowly rolled down, revealing a yellow-skinned face from the same country as them.
But the other party spoke fluent English, with a surprised expression on his face, and his facial features became uncoordinated.
"My God, isn't this Qin Yishui?"
Before Qin Yishui could react, the other party directly opened the car door and walked down from it.
"A school beauty, Qin Cangqiong's daughter, is reduced to eating at a roadside stall here. Is it possible that the domestic rumors are true?"
The person who spoke had a hot figure and was wearing a black tights.
Speaking fluent English, it seems that this can be superior to others.
The bright red lips opened and closed, and every word he uttered was hurtful.
"But it's true, your family has been reduced to the point of bankruptcy, so you can only eat from this roadside stall."
She folded her arms around her chest and stretched her head to take a look at the food on their table.
Finally, he reached out and covered his nose with a look of disgust.
"But this roadside stall is unhygienic. Who knows if eating it will cause stomach upset."
The companion next to him echoed, "He's already reduced to eating at roadside stalls, and he doesn't care if it's hygienic."
The remarks of the two of them caused the court to laugh, and the people here had unhappy expressions on their faces when they heard what they said.
They come here to eat at roadside stalls without spending a penny of the rich people’s money.
I just saved it with my own hands, and I don't feel ashamed to eat roadside stalls.
What's more, the roadside stalls here taste better than those in five-star hotels.
I really don’t understand what these guys are comparing themselves to here.
The shop owner understood English, and when he saw that they were belittling their goods, he swung his big spoon and banged it on the table.
"Eat if you want to eat, and leave if you don't eat. It's your turn to make irresponsible remarks about the store opened by Lao Tzu."
The owner of the store is a bad-tempered owner, and he used to be a member of the underworld, but because he has a family and children, he gradually calmed down.
(End of this chapter)