Chapter 55 Thief How could Wen Si still be in the mood to eat breakfast? She agreed casually, hung up the phone, and rushed out of the hotel with disheveled hair without even bothering to wash her face. Huan Huan had been with her for such a long time, but this was the first time she saw her so anxious. While chasing after her, she asked breathlessly, "Boss, what happened? Why are you running like there's a dog chasing you?" "There's no time to explain, get in the car first!" Wen Si said as he opened the door of the nanny car and got in. She followed him panting and cheering, holding a bag of French croissants and coffee packed for her from the hotel restaurant. Wen Si didn’t get enough sleep to begin with, and his bad mood also affected his appetite. He was full after just two bites, and the rest all went into Huanhuan's stomach. After meeting with Zhao Shuwan, the two of them went through all the places that could be looked through again. All the security personnel on night duty were also questioned. After finding nothing, they approached the show's director and asked him what to do in a situation like this. The director was busy arranging rehearsals and had no time to deal with them. He said impatiently, "You should ask the person who made the rules of the competition. I'm just in charge of filming."
"Then who is the one who sets the rules of the game?" Wen Si asked, suppressing his temper. The director shrugged: "Maybe it's those fashion connoisseurs, or maybe it's the director of this show? Who knows~" Wen Si: “…” They had no choice but to go find the people mentioned above again, but the answers they got were similar. "Oh my beautiful ladies, although I am happy to chat with you, I am sorry, I have work to do. Please ask someone else..." "I am just a judge, responsible for evaluation and voting, not for making rules..." "I'm sorry to hear that, but it's clear that I'm not the person you're looking for..." They were like two tricky balls, being kicked around by this group of people. After running back and forth for a few rounds, not only Wen Si, but even Zhao Shuwan was so angry that she laughed. "It's so ironic," she said. "It's a fashion design competition, but they can't even guarantee the safety of the designers' clothes. Everyone is busy trying to make the competition go on as scheduled, but the designers' clothes are lost. What's the point of going on as scheduled? The ones they choose may not be the best works, nor the most talented designers." "Perhaps 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, whether the selected designer is talented or not, it has nothing to do with them. After all, even if you win the prize, you can’t give them half of the prize money, and they will definitely lose their jobs because you fail to complete their job.” "Since there is no benefit in helping you, and you may even face losses, why not just do less?" "Even if they were a little more disgusting, they could use the incident of you losing your clothes as publicity to make the finals more interesting." Zhao Shuwan understood the truth, but she still felt unwilling. She looked at the winding T-stage in the desert, clenched her hands at her sides into fists, and said with gritted teeth: "Is there nothing we can do but accept our fate?" Wen Si also looked in the direction of the T-stage. Before he could answer, the small lights on both sides of the T-stage lit up one after another, forming a winding and dazzling avenue of stars. The rehearsal has begun. Accompanied by dynamic music, models wearing various styles of clothing walked onto the catwalk one after another. Host: "The first set of designs is called "Crime and Punishment", which is the work of Mr. George Wilson, an independent designer from the UK. This series of works uses..."
Looking at the clothes made by them on the catwalk, Wen Si and Zhao Shuwan were struck by lightning. Their minds were filled with the following questions: Am I crazy or is this world crazy? Isn't this the dress they worked on all night long? How did it suddenly become George's work? If he hadn't blinked his eyes repeatedly, Wen Si would have thought that he had not gotten enough sleep for several days and his eyes were blurry, so he must have seen it wrong. While she was blinking repeatedly, Zhao Shuwan had already rushed out aggressively. By the time the security guards on the scene reacted, she had already rushed to the catwalk and said to the directors and fashion connoisseurs in the audience: "Please pause for a moment! I found my clothes!" "Although I don't know the details, the clothes being displayed on the stage are not George's works, but my works. You are wrong!" Because of her disturbance, the rehearsal was forced to stop. The fashion connoisseurs in the audience were all bewildered. "Ah? What's going on?" "You said this was your work. Do you have any evidence?" "How about we let George and his guest performer Miss Wen Yu come out and explain it together?" George and Wen Yu were obviously well prepared. They sang the same tune and looked like perfect victims. George: "I don't know what she is talking about. Wen Yu and I worked tirelessly for several days to create this series of works. It is the result of our joint efforts. I will never allow anyone to take it away from me!" Wen Yu sneered, her face full of sarcasm: "Ms. Zhao, I know your clothes are lost 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 guest performer, I can guarantee with my personal integrity that this series of works is his. I watched him make it stitch by stitch with my own eyes. You didn't see his work was better than yours and thought you definitely couldn't win the championship, so you deliberately came to try to steal his work and claim it as your own, right?" "Or maybe you ran out of inspiration and didn't make anything, but you still had to find a decent excuse for yourself, so you directed and acted out this drama of looking for clothes everywhere?" "After all, there are five designers in total. The works of others are all good. How come your work disappeared before the rehearsal?" Zhao Shuwan didn't think badly of them at first, thinking it was just a coincidence. Now it seems that these two people obviously stole her design on purpose, and then turned the tables and accused her of something else! Zhao Shuwan was so angry that she was shaking all over, but she couldn't produce any evidence because they were so ruthless that they even stole her design drafts and paper patterns. I could only vent my anger by cursing, "You two despicable thieves! It's obvious that you ran out of inspiration and couldn't make anything, so you deliberately stole my things!" (End of this chapter)
