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Xu Donghua frowned, not quite understanding what Zhang Sanyang meant. Just as he was about to question, a few people suddenly walked in at the clothing exhibition.

The first one was dressed in ordinary clothes, followed by several men in black, holding a tray in their hands, which was covered with black cloth, and they didn't know what was put.

"This is the scene of the Beicheng Clothing Exhibition!" The visitor had a smile on his face, and he looked around for a while, with a little arrogance in his eyes.

"Who are you? Since you know that this is the North City Clothing Exhibition, you won't go out yet." Zhao Biao shouted. He didn't know this person at all. If it weren't for the people like bodyguards following him, the security guard would have dared to go out long ago.

"I am a fashion designer. Today I specially brought some styles of the clothing I designed. Please review them all, and also ask the judges to comment." He smiled.

Then, the man in black behind him took out the clothes under the tray and displayed them one by one.

Everyone was so surprised that they looked at the clothes after clothes.

Who is this person? He came here.

These clothes are international brands.

And one of them has won the world-class design gold medal, which is an international brand with millions of clothes and a top brand among the clothing.

Did he really design these? Is it possible?

"There is another clothing style I just designed this year. Please comment on the judges." Before everyone could recover, he said again.

The judges on the judges on the stage were already so shocked that they could not speak, and looked at the person who came with horror.

He is Mr. Rice.

Les, not many people know about it.

But he is a world-class top fashion designer. The costume design trophy he won is enough to fill a whole room and is the real emperor of the fashion design industry.

However, what surprised everyone even more was that the last clothing design style was exactly the same as the clothing style designed by Jiang Group.

Everyone present was puzzled, who designed this dress?

"Mr. Les, why are you here?" The judges in the judges hurriedly walked down and looked at Les with admiration.

Even if they just say a word to the other party, they will feel lucky in their lives.

"Jiang Group stole my design artwork. How should I deal with this?"

Jiang Dong was shocked, and he felt a little uneasy in his heart, and scolded him sternly. "Who are you? Do you think this is a place where you can do it? Security guard, hurry up and knock this person out."

"What are you? You dare to talk to Mr. Rice like this." The bodyguard behind him looked cold in his eyes, and everyone felt cold and shocked.

"Shut up." The judges angrily scolded Jiangdong.

Rice is not something they can offend. Just one word from the other party can make them like a rat crossing the street in the fashion design industry.

And if someone has an identity, you said you stole it, there is no need for evidence at all. His influence in the clothing industry is evidence.

"Mr. Les, don't get angry. We will do this according to the rules and compensate you for your 300 million cash loss." A judge said tactfully.

"Why?" Jiang Dong shouted. "This clothes were designed by my Jiang Group. Who are you?"

"Mr. Rice is the world's top fashion designer, Jiangdong, I advise you not to cause trouble for the Jiang family." One of the judges lowered his face.

What? World-class top designers.

In an instant, everyone's eyes changed when they looked at Les, and they all wanted to please Les.

Jiang Dong's face turned pale, and he was a world-class top designer. His identity was enough to make the Jiang family breathless. If he offended him, the Jiang family would have no future in the future.

Moreover, even if Jiangdong wants to put the blame down on Donglin now, it is impossible, because he did take out the design artworks and kept saying that the costume was designed by Donglin.

"Mr. Les, we will do this for you. I wonder if you have time to have a meal." The judge said with a delight.

This kind of master in the clothing design industry can benefit them for life even if they give a little advice.

"Mr. Zhang is not here?" Les looked around and did not see Zhang Sanyang's figure, and he was a little confused.

Mr. Zhang?

Everyone present was stunned. There were many gentlemen and celebrities in the North City, but the only surname Zhang was not available.

Leng Lingyue was stunned and immediately thought of Zhang Sanyang, but this was impossible!

"Since Mr. Zhang is not here, I won't disturb you. Please help me with the previous matter." Les smiled and left everyone with a look of dementia after handling this matter.

The judges bowed to greet and saw him off. After Rice left, they opened their mouths and said, "Who do you know Mr. Zhang?"

The people present did not speak, and the person who could call Mr. Rice a man was no longer able to make friends with him at their level.

"It could be Zhang Sanyang!" I don't know who said sarcastically, and everyone laughed.

The judges were not in the mood to joke. This year's clothing exhibition was a mess, and Jiangdong looked even more embarrassed. He didn't get a single benefit, and he had to pay 300 million yuan.

A judge walked over and comforted him, asking him not to break the Jiang family's retreat.

People like Rice are truly people with great hands and eyes. They may not be as good as those first-class families, but they are not far from each other.

Zhang Sanyang in the small room in the hall also received a call from Les at this time. "San Young Master, I am Les, the matter has been handled."

Zhang Sanyang smiled slightly. Here he could see everything at the costume conference. He had seen everything just now.

"I understand, you go back first." Zhang Sanyang smiled slightly and hung up the phone directly.

"I have written a copy of my words. I wonder if I can ask my little brother to comment." Suddenly, Zhang Lin stood up and said.

"Huh?" Zhang Sanyang raised his eyebrows slightly. It seemed that this old guy recognized him.

At this moment, Zhang Lin looked embarrassed. He was already in his sixties, but at this moment he was as shy as a yellow girl, slowly taking out a masterpiece of his own.

"No interest." Zhang Sanyang said lightly.

Xu Donghua frowned and said unhappily: "Little brother, this is Zhang Lin, a master of calligraphy, you don't know how to respect it."

"Then I'll give him four words." Zhang Sanyang smiled slightly, raised his hand and picked up the pen on the table, pointed at the parade, and wrote four big words on the table.

Show off your skills.

The squad is as calm as a mountain; the door is happy to come from the sky; the play is illusory; the axe is magnificent and domineering.

this……

Xu Donghua was shocked.

He raised his head suddenly, but he had already discovered that Zhang Sanyang was gone.
Chapter completed!