Chapter 55 The Thief
How could Wen Si still be in the mood to have breakfast?
She responded casually, hung up the phone, and rushed out of the hotel with disheveled hair without even bothering to wash her face.
Huanhuan has been with her for so long, and this is the first time he has seen her in such a hurry. While chasing her, he asked out of breath: "Boss, what's the big deal? Why are you running with a dog behind you?" Chasing the same thing?”
"It's too late to explain, let's get in the car first!" Wen Si said, already opening the door of the nanny car and getting in.
She followed up with joy and breath, carrying French croissants and coffee packed for her from the hotel restaurant.
Wen Si didn't get enough sleep, and coupled with his bad mood, his appetite was also affected.
I was full within two bites, and all the rest went into Huanhuan's belly.
After meeting with Zhao Shuwan, the two of them looked through everything they could.
The security personnel on duty at night also asked them all.
After finding nothing, they approached the director of the show and asked him what they should do in a situation like this.
The director was busy arranging rehearsals and had no time to pay attention to them. He said in a very impatient tone: "You should ask the person who made the rules of the competition. I am just the person in charge of filming."
"Then who is the one who makes the rules of the game?" Wen Si asked, suppressing his temper.
The director shrugged: "Maybe it's the group of fashion connoisseurs, or maybe it's the chief director of this show? Who knows~"
Wen Si: "..."
They had no choice but to go to the above-mentioned people again, but the answers they got were similar.
"Oh, my beautiful ladies, although I am happy to chat with you, I'm sorry, I still have work to do. Please go find someone else to ask..."
"I'm just a judge. I'm only responsible for evaluation and voting. I'm not responsible for formulating rules..."
"I'm sorry to hear this, but it's obvious that the person you are looking for is not me..."
They were like two tricky rubber balls, being kicked back and forth by this group of people.
After running back and forth for a few times, not only Wen Si but also Zhao Shuwan was laughed out of anger.
"How ironic." She said: "It's obviously a fashion design competition, but they can't even guarantee the safety of the designers' ready-made clothes. Everyone is busy making sure the competition can be held as scheduled, but the designers' clothes are all lost. Even if the competition can be held as usual, what’s the point? What they select may not be the best work, nor may they be the most talented designers.”
"Maybe from the beginning, they just wanted to make a variety show that could make money." Wen Si said, "The so-called selection of the most talented designers is just a gimmick for them to attract the audience's attention."
"In fact, no matter which work wins the prize, it has nothing to do with whether the selected designers are talented or not. After all, even if you win the prize, you can't give them half of the prize, and if they fail to complete your own His own job, but he will definitely lose his job.”
"Since there is no benefit in helping you and you may face losses, why not do more rather than do less?"
"Even if they are a little more disgusting, they can use the fact that you lost your clothes as a publicity to make the finals more interesting."
Zhao Shuwan understood the truth, but she still felt unwilling.
She looked at the winding catwalks in the desert, clenched her hands hanging by her sides into fists, and said through gritted teeth: "Do we have no choice but to accept our fate?" Wen Si also looked at the catwalks. Before he could reply, the small lights on both sides of the T stage lit up one after another, forming a winding and bright avenue of stars.
Rehearsal begins.
Accompanied by dynamic music, clothing models with different styles walked onto the T stage one after another.
Host: "The first set of designs to appear is called "Crime and Punishment". It is the work of Mr. George Wilson, an independent designer from the UK. This series of works uses..."
Looking at the sets of clothes made by themselves on the runway, Wen Si and Zhao Shuwan felt as if they were struck by lightning, and their minds were filled with: Am I crazy or is the world crazy?
Isn’t this the clothes they stayed up late to make? Why did it suddenly change into George's work?
If it hadn't been for the fact that he had blinked his eyes several times, Wen Si would have thought that he was seeing things wrong due to lack of sleep for many days in a row and his old eyes were dim.
And just as she blinked repeatedly, Zhao Shuwan had already rushed out aggressively.
By the time the on-site security personnel reacted, she had already rushed to the T stage and said to the director and fashion connoisseurs in the audience: "Please pause for a moment! I found my clothes!"
"Although I don't know what's going on, the series of clothes on display on stage are not George's works, but mine. You are mistaken!"
Due to her making such a fuss, the rehearsal was forced to be suspended.
The fashion connoisseurs in the audience were confused.
"Ah? What's going on?"
"You said this is your work, do you have any evidence?"
"Why don't we let George and his assistant guest Miss Wen Yu come out to explain?"
George and Wen Yu were clearly prepared. They sang and harmonized, looking like perfect victims.
George: "I don't know what she is talking about. This series of works was created by Wen Yu and I after several days of sleepless nights. It is the joint efforts of the two of us. I will never allow others to take it away from me." !”
Wen Yu sneered, with a face full of sarcasm: "Miss Zhao, I know you lost your clothes and you are very anxious now, but no matter how anxious you are, you can't bite people like a mad dog, right?"
"As George's assistant guest, I can guarantee with my personality that this series of works belongs to him. I watched him make them stitch by stitch with my own eyes. You won't just see that his works are better than yours. You think you can’t win the championship, so you deliberately try to steal his work and keep it as your own?”
"Or maybe you've run out of inspiration and haven't done anything yet, but you still need to find a decent excuse for yourself, so you directed and acted in this drama of looking for clothes everywhere?"
"After all, there are five designers in total, and the other people's works are all good. How come yours is the only one that disappeared before the rehearsal?"
Zhao Shuwan didn't think the worst about them at first, thinking it was just a coincidence.
But now it seems that these two people obviously stole her design on purpose, then beat her up and shouted, "Catch the thief!"
Zhao Shuwan was so angry that she was shaking all over, but she couldn't produce any evidence, because they did an incredible job and even stole her design draft and paper pattern.
He could only vent his anger: "You two despicable thieves! It's obvious that you ran out of inspiration and couldn't make anything, so you deliberately stole it from me!"
(End of chapter)