Ying Zijin’s current popularity could be considered even higher than after her stint on "Youth 202" with Yun Heyue.
Top-tier celebrities such as Shang Yaozhi and Qin Lingyu couldn’t even come close to her.
She made a name for herself fighting for Hua Country on the ISC international stage.
After an explosion, the whole internet kept praying, hoping that Ying Zijin would wake up.
This was Ying Zijin’s first public appearance since that explosion in O continent.
The resultant effect was explosive in its oscillation between suppression and release.
The netizens watching the live broadcast of the press conference went crazy.
[God Ying! It’s really God Ying!!!]
[My God, I’m crying, God Ying really woke up! Heaven bless!]
[According to Chuguang Media, God Ying is Designer Mei?!!]
After Ying Zijin appeared, Luo Wenbin’s face turned ugly.
He obviously knew about Ying Zijin; wasn’t it said that she had died in O continent?
Why was she interfering with Chuguang Media’s affairs?
"Yes, I have woken up, thank you everyone, I have seen the comments online," Ying Zijin looked up, indifferently, "As you all should know by now, I am here because someone has impersonated my identity."
Hearing this, Zhan He’s expression changed and she scoffed coldly, "You say impersonation as if it’s so simple? I could claim you’re impersonating my identity!"
"The clothes I design don’t just have the character ’Charm’ on them." Ying Zijin leaned lazily in her chair, paying no heed to Zhan He, her gaze fixed on the camera.
As soon as these words came out, Zhan He suddenly realized that something was wrong.
To perfectly impersonate Charm, they had meticulously studied the original four sets of gowns and had the designers at Era Media create the same patterns.
They then cross-referenced all the ancient Chinese characters until they could match no more, after which they finalized their work.
The plan could be described as flawless.
But... not just the character "Charm"?
Zhan He clenched her clothes, a bad premonition brewing in her mind
"There are also serial numbers." Ying Zijin leaned back in the sofa chair, tapped her fingers lightly, and smiled, "To your disappointment, the font I used isn’t any typography from Hua Country but Hebrew."
Zhan He suddenly looked up, unable to hide her shock.
To the side, the female secretary immediately projected the original designs of the four sets of gowns onto the big screen.
The patterns at the collar were all outlined in red.
Not only that, but six other gowns that had not been displayed to the public were also revealed.
The outlined patterns corresponded to the Hebrew numbers one through ten.
But Unicornia lutea had none.
Unicornia lutea only had the character "Charm."
[hhhh this is God Ying’s sly move, fools, didn’t see that coming, did you?]
[Hebrew, I believe it, it’s always been God Ying’s style.]
[God Ying, the eternal God!!!]
[Mom, this woman knows too many things, wuwuwu, art students crying.]
[Damn, I didn’t think there would actually be a twist, so who designed this Unicornia lutea gown, was it intentionally impersonating my God Ying?]
[Glad I didn’t choose sides from the start, doesn’t anyone else feel that everything is happening too suddenly? Even if it was a joint effort to go against Chuguang Media, could it be this coincidental?]
Zhan He looked at the big screen, her face deathly pale, cold sweat dripping down.
She had never expected things to turn out like this.
That there were other marks?
She had become a laughingstock.
In the future of the design world, who would dare to use her?
Zhan He had collaborated with Luo Wenbin also out of greed, hoping to secure a place in the design industry.
Even if she never designed anything again, she could still stand firm in the industry with just these gowns.
What now?
Zhan He’s cold sweat poured down, filled with regret.
To the side, Luo Wenbin let out a sigh of relief.
Thankfully, on the surface, there was no connection between Skywalk Entertainment and Zhan He.
He also had dirt on Zhan He, so he wasn’t worried about her betraying him.
Luo Wenbin’s eyes darkened.
At this point, Tong Yufei’s fans were not happy.
[What’s the situation now? Is Chuguang Media still pressuring the victim here?]
[Yufei is a girl, would she joke about her own reputation? Even if the villains are punished in the end, she would still have to leave the entertainment industry!]
[Boycott Chuguang Media, Chuguang Media get out!!!]
Tong Yufei was calm, "Do I still need to say whether it is true or not?"
She lifted her sleeve to reveal scars on her arm, looking down indifferently, "These are your doings; I have photos, they aren’t Photoshopped."
The female secretary nodded and continued to ask, "And you also said it was the directive of our Executive Director? That everything was her plot?"
Hearing this, mockery filled Tong Yufei’s eyes, "If it weren’t for her, would your directors and managers treat me this way?"
"At least I have some popularity and have contributed quite a bit to the company. Treating me this way won’t you chill the hearts of other artists?"
This was Luo Wenbin’s most important plan.
To ignite the situation with Tong Yufei, to make the whole network aware.
The artists under Chuguang Media would also leave one after another.
What could Chuguang Media do then with nobody left?
[Yufei is too composed; I really feel for her.]
[Making a girl go through such an ordeal, Chuguang Media is truly disgusting.]
[Who is the Executive Director of Chuguang Media? Wasn’t she supposed to come?]
"Alright, since it’s like this, please Ms. Tong, make sure you remember everything you’ve just said," the female secretary sneered again, "Next, our Executive Director will confront you personally."
Tong Yufei sneered as well, "Fine, bring it on."
Chuguang Media simply didn’t have the evidence; without evidence, there was no way to prove innocence.
The female secretary nodded, smiled, and said, "As you wish."
Luo Wenbin smiled and then suddenly spoke up, "Didn’t you say your company’s Executive Director has arrived? Why haven’t I seen her?"
The Executive Director of Chuguang Media, would she really dare to show up?
How much condemnation would she face?
The female secretary ignored him.
She bent down and, under the gaze of everyone, handed the microphone back to Ying Zijin.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot