The line of design belongs to creation. Everyone can have different talents and good or bad qualifications, but the most taboo is plagiarism. This behavior of directly stealing other people''s labor achievements, whether through processing and transformation or more innovation, is despised.

    Now Qin Kang''s words directly pierced a hole in the show.

    "Mr. Qin Kang, is there any real evidence for you to say this? We can see that Qingcheng''s works are very similar to Qin''s style, so who is the creator?"

    "There was a rumor before that the two designers came from the same person. Don''t you know that Mr. Qin Kang knows the news?"

    "Is the work of today''s show also the creativity of the Qin family? So, does it mean that Miss Qin was driven out of the Qin family and stole the creativity without permission?"

    ……

    A second ago, I was still facing the long barrel lens intoxicated on the stage. At this time, it was like a dog smelling meat and bones. It rushed up excitedly, completely ignoring all kinds of sharp problems, such as tearing one of them to pieces.

    Qin Kang also came prepared and almost refused to come. He answered the questions against the girl one by one and said in a loud voice: "yes, she is a thief. She was driven out of the Qin family with resentment and plagiarized the ideas of the Qin family. I had been thinking about my family before, but my brother Qin Jin disappeared recently. I seriously suspect she was poisoned."

    One by one, the media burst the pot, competing against the microphone and lens, and another group of people quickly besieged the T station, eager to put the microphone into the girl''s mouth.

    "Qin Qing, please explain why your creativity is similar to the clothes of the Qin family. As a royal model of the Qin family for so many years, have you known the creator for a long time and had contact with each other when you left the Qin family? And Qin Jin is your adoptive father. Have you heard of the missing information? Does this matter have anything to do with you?"

    Like organs, the issue of guns rushed to the front of the stage, and a large number of journalists occupied the position of the guests, which involved plagiarism. Most of the guests also tried to get the truth from the people involved, preferring to endure the noise rather than leave. The scene immediately fell into chaos.

    Qin Qing frowned, picked up one of the microphones with his fingertips, held it in his palm and said slowly, "I declare once that all the works of Qingcheng belong to me, and the creativity is also an exclusive copy. As for the plagiarism mentioned by some people, I will send a lawyer''s letter later and ask the court for a ruling."

    These senseless arguments on the table will only reduce the company''s image, which is far less fast and effective than an award.

    "Wait, I have evidence!" Qin Kang opened his mouth again, walked to the stage, rushed directly to the girl along the stairs, followed by three or five people. There were a large number of people, grabbed a microphone and shouted: "I have a creative manuscript in my hand!"

    Manuscripts, that is, the designer''s first manuscript in the early stage of creation, are generally immature rudiments and belong to things that the designer does not publish to the public.

    The manuscripts Qin Kang received from the Secretary at this time are densely covered with pencil marks, and the drawing dress details even include the prototype of Qin''s first quarter.

    Even if these things have accumulated dust, they are also very precious manuscripts. The party holding them now has the upper hand.

    "I''ll tell you, young people don''t have so many ideas. It''s heartless to copy for a long time and copy at home." the little reporter just couldn''t squeeze into his place and left behind with disdain, muttering loudly, not afraid of being heard by others.

    In fact, most of the people present have the same idea.

    "She stole these style manuscripts in the new season." Qin Kang pointed to her recklessness and began to splash dirty water. It seems that she has expected that she is unable to refute these facts. Even if she wins the lawsuit, the show will leave a lot of criticism.

    Qin Qing was well aware of the despicable nature of the Qin family. Seeing that his hard work for so many years had been used as a gunshot, his heart could not help burning with anger and his face became colder and colder. "Qin Kang, is it interesting? Is my stuff planted on me to let more people know how dirty your Qin family''s mind is?"

    The dirty words almost brought hatred. Since they wanted to force her to a dead end, she didn''t have to leave a way for the Qin family.

    But her words shocked everyone, followed by only more questions.

    "Miss Qin, what do you mean by this? Do you mean that the manuscripts are yours and the design ideas of Qin for so many years are yours?"

    "I remember that Qin''s clothes started from children''s clothes more than ten years ago. At that time, you were only a few years old. It seems unreasonable. Please explain."

    ……

    Indeed, no one is willing to believe that Qin''s clothing, which was popular in China, was born from a child at the beginning, which is not only challenging science, but also challenging people''s understanding. Even some well-known designers on the scene shook their heads in disappointment and thought her lie was too clumsy.

    Qin Qing saw the winning ticket in hand from the other party''s proud face. Looking back, she glanced at the wolf like media in front of her. Her burning anger subsided unexpectedly and covered with a layer of cold ice, "ha ha, the beginning of Qin''s clothes was originally a child''s graffiti."

    what? Graffiti?

    Listening to the faint sound from the microphone, the audience couldn''t help but be stunned. They thought it was a arabian night.

    Whose children''s graffiti can win the Huaxia trust Creativity Award?

    But then Qin Qing stepped forward and approached Qin Kang''s eyes. She raised her hand and squeezed his hand holding the manuscript. The voice came out coldly from the other party''s microphone. "This graffiti was a congratulatory gift prepared for my adoptive father''s birthday when I was five years old. On the evening of the dinner, my adoptive father presented it to the Qin family owner in exchange for a luxury villa with a crayon saying ''Dear Dad''."

    With the slow and cool voice, the girl took out a manuscript from one corner of the manuscript with her fingertips and threw it under the stage.

    "The day after the birthday party, I was taken into the studio and started a series of costume creation. My adoptive father once told me that my mother likes butterflies, so I painted a butterfly on the cuff of each dress."

    Without looking at it, she skimmed over the thick stack of manuscripts with her fingertips, and then threw the extracted drawings down the stage.

    "Qin''s clothing took only one season to gain a firm foothold in the market. I was tired and had a high fever in the second quarter. In my sleep, my adoptive father picked me up and coaxed me to continue painting. I couldn''t help but write a sentence behind the drawing, father, do you love me?"

    The drawing that was pulled out was like snowflakes floating in the air, more like drops of blood and tears crying silently.