The Reborn Daughter Wants Revenge

"Old Xiao, I heard something strange a few days ago. It is said that your little apprentice also participated in this exhibition." A middle-aged man with a national face looked at Old Xiao next to him with interest.

Mr. Xiao’s apprentice naturally has outstanding painting talent. Can such a person still be an excellent fashion designer? Isn’t this a fool?

Mr. Xiao smiled mysteriously: "You can just watch it with peace of mind. I promise that my little apprentice will not be much worse than the secret weapons you have cultivated."

A light flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes: "Oh?" Old Xiao is not a person who likes to exaggerate the facts. Judging from his tone, he is very confident in this little apprentice. But he still can't believe that a person who paints.

What kind of clothing design talent will you have?

Mr. Xiao just smiled but said nothing.

This made the middle-aged man more interested in Mr. Xiao's little apprentice. You should know that in order to break the monopoly position of the four major families in the clothing industry, the Chinese government secretly carried out many plans to cultivate elite talents.

He is the general manager of this plan.

Over the years, he has secretly searched for many people with amazing clothing design talents, and has spent a lot of manpower and material resources to make sure that these people are truly cultivated. An Qian is the most talented among this group of people.

The middle-aged man is confident that at this clothing exhibition, there will definitely be An Qian’s place in the top three parts.

Now, Mr. Xiao said that his little apprentice would not be worse than An Qian, and the middle-aged man still refused to believe it.

Old Xiao showed a smile on his lips, looked at the part of the booth to the east, and murmured: "Now, it should be about to start."

Just as Mr. Xiao's voice fell, a burst of exclamations suddenly came from the platform to the east. When the other audience members heard the sound, they couldn't help but look at him in surprise.

Soon, a large number of spectators gathered in front of the booth, and there were endless sensation. Surprisingly, the crowd not only did not mean to disperse, but instead had a tendency to grow further.

"What's wrong there? Let's go over and take a look." The audience who were originally standing at Shenglin's booth were itchy at the sound over there. They immediately walked towards the direction where the crowd gathered.

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"What's going on!" Sheng Linglong looked at the fewer and fewer audiences in front of the booth, and a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes. When she saw clearly the direction of the crowd gathering, her expression suddenly became a little distorted.

Where isn’t the direction of Qin Zhiya’s booth? Are these people going to see her exhibition? This is impossible!

Sheng Linglong's expression suddenly became a little gloomy and unstable.

Sheng Lin narrowed her eyes and looked at the fewer and fewer people in front of the exhibition stand, her eyes narrowed slightly.

"Auntie, there will be no accident this time, right?" Sheng Linglong asked with some fear. You know, she had used half of the clothing industry of the Sheng family to bet.

"Hmph." Sheng Lin snorted coldly, her face full of frost: "It's just a sensationalism. The audience has the least ability to appreciate it, and they are probably deceived by some epidermal skills."

"Although this is the case, the judges this time are the audience." Sheng Linglong said anxiously. If she loses, she will really have no way to survive.

"Why are you anxious?" A cold light flashed in Sheng Lin's eyes: "Go with me to see, I want to see what earth-shaking scene happened over there!"