The president doesn't want to have anything to do with the Ji family anymore.

This time he came to Grain to participate in the International Youth Culture Exhibition. Although other visitors did not know him, because he was also from the Daxia Empire, many foreigners had frequently looked at him before.

President Mo only felt that he had lost face!

The organizer of this first International Youth Culture Exhibition is the International Art Association.

It must be the intention of the entire association to put the original work and the plagiarized work together.

After such a big mistake, Ji Qingwei became famous in the art circle.

The future is directly ruined!

President Mo is not in the mood to waste time on a plagiarist who can't even be saved.

Ji Longtai's smile froze, confirming that he heard correctly. He was a little angry: "President Mo, what do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" President Mo sneered again, "I would also like to ask your Ji family what you mean!"

After saying that, he ignored Ji Longtai and left together with President Luo.

Being questioned like this in front of other people, Ji Longtai was embarrassed and angry.

"Longtai, let's go in and take a look first." Madam Ji comforted her, "Maybe President Mo has misunderstood something."

"I'll make you laugh." Ji Longtai smiled again, "Please."

Several other people looked at each other, nodded, and followed Ji Longtai and his wife in.

There are many people visiting inside, all gathered in front of the central display cabinet.

Take photos, take photos, and explain.

"Is this Miss Qingwei's embroidery?" one person said with a smile, "We have traveled thousands of miles in the Great Xia, and we should let these people from the Western Continent see the cultural treasures of our Great Xia."

But Mrs. Ji opened her eyes wide and opened her mouth: "No, this..."

This is not Ji Qingwei’s picture of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers at all!

Ji Qingwei's embroidery pattern was personally delivered to Master Zhuang, so of course she knew what it looked like.

Before she finished speaking, a voice sounded: "The author Ji Qingwei must be a plagiarist!"

This sentence is in Chinese.

The person speaking was none other than a young Chinese artist.

He loves embroidery very much and naturally has no good impression of plagiarists.

This sentence surprised Mrs. Ji.

Only then did Ji Longtai and others discover that there was another piece of embroidery under the glass showcase.

Ji Longtai was stunned: "This..."

On the side, a teacher pointed to Ji Qingwei's "Ten Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" and began to seriously explain to the students how serious plagiarism was in the popular science art world.

"Do you remember? You must not ask this Ji

Qingwei study." The female teacher said, "Her plagiarism is despised. We must protect originality and create our own style. Even if we don't win an award, it still belongs to us. Plagiarism is stealing other people's achievements, but

Originality never dies."

The boys and girls all nodded.

Only then did Mrs. Ji understand what President Mo meant by what he said earlier.

Her vision went dark and she almost fell down.

Especially when many guests around are talking, "Ji

The name "Qingwei" is very popular, but it is famous because of plagiarism.

Ji Longtai was even more horrified: "What on earth is going on?!"

How did it become plagiarized?

Where did the original version come from?

"Longtai, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first." Someone broke the silence, "I won't go with you."

After he said goodbye, others also said: "I also have something to do..."

"That's right, my wife is a fan of Yun Lan. I have to go to the memorial hall to take a picture. I'm leaving now."

In the blink of an eye, all the people invited by Ji Longtai were gone.

Mrs. Ji's lips trembled and her face turned pale: "Longtai, let's go, let's go..."

She simply can't stay here any longer.

The guests who came in all commented on how shameless and shameless Ji Qingwei was.

Ji Longtai's hands also started to shake.

He wanted to step forward and take Ji Qingwei's embroidery away, but there were many security personnel around. He had no chance, so he could only watch other guests taking pictures.

It’s over!

These two words were the only ones left in Ji Longtai's mind.

At this time, Master Zhuang also had the same idea.

He went to find the person in charge of the International Art Association, but he didn't expect to be scolded directly.

"Zhuang, you are so awesome." The chairman said coldly, "You are entering the competition with a plagiarized work and want to fish in troubled waters to get an award? If Gu Huiyan hadn't sent the original version, wouldn't I really have been deceived by you?

Already?"

"Gu Huiyan? The original version?" Master Zhuang's expression changed and he asked anxiously, "Who is the original version? This is impossible..."

"You have copied someone else's work, and you still have to ask who they are?" The chairman was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, "Why don't you ask your disciples how they copied it!"

"Also, I put my words here, as long as I am in the International Art Association, your disciple will not be able to get involved in the art world!"

Master Zhuang is speechless.

But at the same time he was also shocked.

If the chairman of the committee could say something like this, Ji Qingwei's path in the international art circle would be completely cut off.

How can this be done?

"Mr. Chairman, there is definitely a misunderstanding about this matter." Master Zhuang chased after him, "Qingwei has never even left home. With Gu Huiyan's temperament, it is impossible for her to show her another embroidery picture. She has no chance to copy it!

"

This matter is indeed a doubtful point.

The chairman stopped: "Then tell me why the two pictures are exactly the same?"

"This..." Master Zhuang was at a loss for words, "Maybe it was an inspiration, or maybe..."

Even he himself couldn't say what he said next.

No matter how much inspiration strikes, it will never be similar to this level.

"Plagiarism is plagiarism. Where did all the nonsense come from?" A voice sounded faintly, "There are many ways to plagiarize. I only see the results. Aren't you wondering why I don't like Ji Qingwei? Why do I have the original version?

Do you want to fall in love with this copycat of hers?"

Master Zhuang was shocked when he saw Gu Huiyan walking slowly.

His face turned pale for a moment, and he left in a hurry without saying anything.

But he must ask clearly how Ji Qingwei plagiarized it!

"Gu Huiyan! You still dare to come!" The chairman was furious, "How can you let such a good young talent enter the entertainment industry? You are wasting your natural resources!"

Gu Huiyan is in a very good mood today.

Yesterday, he finally succeeded and became Si Fuqing's teacher. He happily gave the assistant a bonus.

Now that I heard what the chairman said, my anger returned: "Do you think I don't want to? She was filming when I met this girl. This is her job, and I can't force her to change her career."

"You...that's because you can't do it!" The chairman hated the fact that iron cannot become steel. "If you had allowed her to study art well, she would have become famous all over the world."

Gu Huiyan said: "But you are a well-known artist, but many outsiders don't know your name."

Chairman: "..."

It hurts my heart.

This is actually true.

If you don’t know a field specifically, you won’t know who the big guys are in that field.

"Yes, actors are different." The Chairman sighed, "If he could reach Yunlan's level, the whole world would know it."

After all, more people watch movies and TV series.

Gu Huiyan snorted coldly: "You know nothing."

He didn't even dare to tell the chairman that Cai Zhongnian, an old man, wanted to drag Si Fuqing into the medical circle.
To be continued...