The similarity is as high as 80, and the remaining 20 are the results after refinement.

The biggest difference is that the overall main color of the skirt is different from that of Jane Eyre. At first glance, the relationship between the two skirts will not be immediately associated.

But as an insider, one can tell at a glance that the level of detail of this dress is better than that of Jane Eyre, and even some details have been ingeniously modified, so it is not an exaggeration to say that it is an advanced version.

A distorted snowflake screen appeared in Song Yuran's mind in an instant. She thought that the lack of models available was a deliberate trip by Lu Deng, but she didn't expect that the mantis catching the cicada and the oriole were just the beginning.

She finally understood the purpose of ranking first, except to make passers-by preconceived and think that Jane Eyre plagiarized Luden's works.

It is even more blatant and intentional suppression.

The finale work usually makes the audience have great expectations. In this case, if they see similar works, the disappointment of disappointing expectations is even greater than plagiarizing other works, which arouses public outrage.

She turned her head subconsciously, Huo Qingzhi stared at the models on the runway, her lips were tightly pressed, and the movement of grabbing the armrests revealed her emotions at the moment.

"Boss Huo"

She wanted to say something out loud, but when she opened her mouth, Huo Qingzhi was like a frightened bird. Regardless of the end of the show, she quickly got up and walked out of the venue.

Song Yuran hurriedly chased after her.

Huo Qingzhi walked to the window and stopped, the scorching sun came in from the open window and sprinkled on her face.

The originally soft light, matched with the expression on her face at the moment, seemed to be covered with a layer of dull gray.

"Why?" Huo Qingzhi murmured.

Her mind was in turmoil. When she saw the dress on the model, she was 100% sure that Luden's design was based on her own work, and it was the result of refinement and refinement on this basis.

She was sure that her design drawings were definitely leaked, but compared to being stabbed by a ghost, what frightened her more was that her work had been modified by others, and it was so stunning that her unconfident heart was shaken severely..

Huo Qingyi held on to the window sill with one hand, his straight figure collapsed in an instant, and his face looked devastated, as if a gust of wind could blow her away.

Song Yuran seemed to be able to see the helplessness emanating from her body, which made her breath stop for a moment, and her heart became dull.

The hand hanging by her side tightened, and she pursed her lips, "Don't worry, there must be a way for the car to reach the mountain."

"What way is there?" Huo Qingzhi turned to look at her, she frowned, her amber eyes were like a pool of water, shaking violently after throwing a stone into it.

"It's impossible for our design to be staged again."

After seeing Louden's design, the audience will have a preconceived notion when they look at Jane Eyre's design again, thinking that Jane Eyre is plagiarizing Porcelain, which will definitely attract a lot of criticism.

Since Luden would do this, he must have made follow-up preparations, and Jane Eyre would not have a chance to defend herself successfully.

Moreover, facing the refined design, the original work has no chance of winning.

I heard from people in the same industry before that Luden intends to acquire some small and medium-sized enterprises. She didn't care much about it at first, but she saw it clearly after being tripped twice.

Wait until Jane Eyre's review falls due to plagiarism, and then buy it at a low price.

It's just that this method is dirtier than she imagined.

But it's my mother's heart

Thinking of this, without warning, Huo Qingzhi's tears fell straight from the sockets of his eyes and sank into the carpet.

She didn't cry, but shed tears silently, and sadness enveloped her in an instant.

"" Song Yuran was shocked by the scene in front of him, his heart tightened suddenly, and he couldn't tell what it was like.

Only at this moment did she clearly realize that Huo Qingzhi was actually just an ordinary woman, and that sharp body she thought was a protective color after experiencing the suppression of reality.

Some sympathetic sadness, more anger, in the design industry, plagiarism is the most shameful behavior, but Luden relies on himself as a big group to break through the bottom line time and time again.

"If you can't go on stage, you don't want it." Song Yuran took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to her, "Although, if they win the prize with plagiarized works, they will feel uncomfortable. But if they win the prize with "randomly" designed works, it can piss them off even more, won't it?"

Huo Qingzhi was stunned, didn't take the tissue, blinked his eyes and asked, "What do you mean?"

Song Yuran tightened the tissue in her palm, and suddenly smiled, "I have an idea."

As she spoke, she gently wiped off the wetness from Huo Qingzhi's eyelashes with a tissue, and said in a coaxing tone, "How can our President Huo cry because of such a trivial matter."

"With me here, even if Old Bidden wants to punish us, at least, it won't make them so happy."

Ludeng Group is located in the central area of the city and has all kinds of facilities. In order to show a better makeup effect, the company has booked a hotel nearby in advance. At this time, the makeup team is already in place, waiting for the models to arrive.

On the way to the hotel, Song Yuran, who had accepted the reality, figured out the next plan and called the makeup team.

"Hello, sister Mei? The model can't come anymore, a new model is on the way."

The hotel is across the road from the Luden Group, and while waiting for the traffic lights, she called the makeup artist.

"Yes, we'll be there in five minutes. I have something to prepare, so I can get someone to buy it quickly." Song Yu paused, and the opposite side had already jumped to the green light. She turned her head and glanced at Huo Qingzhi, as if she was a little absent-minded., took her wrist and walked towards the opposite side.

"Buy a pair of scissors." Song Yuran paused, then said, "Then buy a set of water-based paints."

Song Yuran resolutely finished arranging the affairs on the other side, and the two had already walked across the sidewalk. She let go of her hands decisively, as if she was really just leading Huo Qingzhi to cross the road.

"What are you going to do?" Huo Qingzhi, who had calmed down, asked calmly. It was useless for her to be anxious, but the person in front of her seemed to have a plan.

"You'll know later." Song Yuran looked confident.

When we arrived at the hotel room, several makeup artists were ready to start work, and asked why the model didn't come.

Song Yuran pointed to the boss, "Mr. Huo will do it himself."

Although the makeup artist was surprised, unexpected accidents are not uncommon in this industry. It can be seen that it is urgent for the boss to go to battle in person.

The costumer took out the mesh skirt that was made and boxed yesterday from the box, "Then Mr. Huo, I'll change it for you now, and I'll start putting on makeup after changing it."

Before Huo Qingzhi could speak, Song Yuran stood up, "I don't want to wear this." She took the skirt from the dressmaker, unfolded it in front of her eyes, and looked at it carefully.

Afterwards, Song Yuran hugged the dress that was regarded as a treasure and threw it into the trash can.

The mouths of the people present became O-shaped.

Before asking why it was discarded, Song Yu smiled sinisterly, "Since you like copying so much, let's see if you can copy mine."

After speaking, she grabbed the scissors on the table, retracted her fingers a few times, and the scissors made a clicking sound.

"What do you want to do?" Huo Qingzhi saw Song Yuran walking towards him with scissors, the scene was somewhat sinister.

Song Yuran replied truthfully, "I want to cut your skirt."

""

In the end, Huo Qingzhi asked her to cut it, maybe it was because of the current situation that there was no other way, or maybe it was out of unconscious trust in his heart.

Song Yuran cut the skirt of the mermaid skirt on Huo Qingzhi's body with the scissors, revealing her slender and fair calves.

She stared at those legs and felt that they were not enough, so she picked up the scissors and cut them again. This time Huo Qing subconsciously avoided her scissors and pressed the hem of the skirt with one hand.

"Do you still want to cut it?" I usually don't think there is anything wrong with wearing a short skirt, but now with several pairs of eyes staring at her, Song Yuran crouched in front of her and looked up at her again. Huo Qingzhi felt somewhat embarrassed.

"Yeah." Song Yuran didn't think too much about it, "Neither long nor short is not good-looking, your legs are beautiful, and the visual effect is better if you show your legs."

So Huo Qingzhi's skirt was cut by Song Yuran again, it was not a regular flat cut, but looked in front of the mirror, it was a very irregular shape.

After cutting the hem of the skirt, Song Yuran aimed at Huo Qingzhi's back again. With a scissors cut down, a large part of the fabric covering the back was cut, and the butterfly bone could be seen.

After cutting the back, Song Yuran focused her eyes on Huo Qingzhi's chest. She held the scissors in one hand and rested her chin in the other hand to think.

Is it made into a one-word neckline or a v-neck?

Xu Shi's eyes were too eager, Huo Qingzhi raised his hand unconsciously, and covered his chest, as if he had encountered a pervert.

Huo Qingzhi asked, "What do you want to do again?"

"Your breasts." Song Yuran pondered for a moment, and said with a serious face, "It's a pity not to have a v-neck."

""

In this matter, Mr. Huo is a little sheep at the mercy of others. Under the superb operation of Song's scissors, the original evening dress was cut so that it could not be seen, leaving a pile of rags on the ground.

After cutting the prototype, Song Yuran asked the costumer for a sewing kit and some decorative accessories. Fortunately, these tools are complete, otherwise she really couldn't make the effect she wanted.

Only relying on hand sewing, one person can't make it in more than an hour.

It happened that the staff bought the paint, and after some research, Song Yuran distributed the auxiliary materials to several staff who knew needlework, and asked them to sew at the same time.

Song Yuran unwrapped the paint, and the outer packaging stated that it was the type she wanted, and the colors were quite complete. As long as the pattern is not too big, there is basically no pressure.

"Mr. Huo, I want to draw something behind your back." Of course, the "victim" should be consulted before writing.

Huo Qing touched the back of his neck subconsciously and said, "What to draw?"

"Anyway, it's not loyal to serve the country." Song Yuran had already tapped some red paint with a brush, and asked with a smile, "Did you paint?"

At the end, add a sentence "But my drawing skills are not very good, you have to think carefully."

Huo Qingzhi could refuse, but seeing someone smiling like a little fox, she twitched the corners of her mouth, wanting to refuse, and greeted, "I don't think I have any other choice."

Since it is the finale, it cannot be ordinary clothes. The perfunctory works not only consume the audience's expectations, but also arouse disgust.

Time is tight, and if you can't do too fine work, you can only make up for it in other ways.

Song Yuran painted a phoenix spreading its wings, with golden orange as the main color.

Look carefully at the butterfly hovering above the phoenix, which is easily overlooked due to the difference in size, but the butterfly on Huo Qingzhi's back is more like the protagonist, the red and blue butterfly and the golden phoenix complement each other.

After finishing the needlework, the dressmaker walked around to Huo Qingzhi's back to take a look, and opened his mouth in surprise.

"Wow." She marveled. "My God, it's so beautiful."

The others immediately joined in the fun when they heard the words, showing surprise expressions.

Regarding the compliments from the people present, Secretary Song brushed his hair confidently, and said in a moody manner, "It's a good thing that Mr. Huo has a narrow back, or I'll be painted to death."

""

Song Yuran still made a V-neck at the neckline. Using the cut skirt, it was split into two long strips to cover the shoulders and hang on the chest to cross left and right. The seams were sewn with accessories to cover up the traces and enhance the appearance.

I am used to the same flat design, the irregular skirt can modify the line of the legs, making the legs slender and straight, adding a touch of sweetness and movement.

It gives people a bright feeling.

It doesn't matter whether this design can sell or not. Now Song Yuran's key goal is not to let Mr. Huo lose face on the runway, even if he can't win the award, he still has to steal the limelight

Thinking of the audience's expression when they saw the painting on the back, Song Yuran's smile gradually became wild.

die old biden

The author had something to say, then opened his eyes and saw that it was a dream, so he was so excited.dog head

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