President Daddy is too difficult to deal with

The two had a fight in the middle of the night, and the result was that they got up late the next day. Fortunately, there was not much traffic in country A, and there was no traffic jam along the way. When the two arrived, they were only 10 minutes away from the agreed time.

An inconspicuous design company. After entering, there is an exhibition of some of the designer's previous works. There is no impressive style. It feels that there are all styles, but it seems a bit disorganized.

There are his English words under each of the design works, translated into Chinese is Dai Wen, a few words that are flamboyant, if you don’t look carefully, you really can’t make them out.

Most of the decorations in the company have a strong sense of design, and the bluntness gives the feeling of some design companies.

It's just a simple studio, the employees are only a few people visible to the naked eye, and there is only one office inside, which should be Devon's.

The blond and blue-eyed receptionist at the door seemed to be very interested in Quan Tingmo, and kept leaning over when receiving them.

Quan Tingmo's face was very dark, and when he turned his head, he saw Ye Wanwan looking at the design drawing on the wall with interest, not paying attention to what happened here.

Devon is still in a meeting and has no time to meet them for now.

It happened to be lunch time when we officially met. A foreign man with shoulder-length hair sat on the other side of the conference table with his hands crossed, staring at the man and woman sitting in front of him with some doubts, as if Inquiring about their intentions for coming here.

Ye Wanwan took out the same design draft from her bag and asked him where it came from.

Dai Wen spread his hands, his eyes just turned around on the design draft lightly, a little surprised, but the emotion quickly disappeared, and finally he grinned and said, "Of course I drew it myself."

He was completely ignorant of what happened in Yucheng, in fact, even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

"I want to hear the truth!" Quan Tingmo took out a 50-dollar bill and handed it out, his dull eyes cast on Devon's face, and he got his wish and saw the strange look in his eyes.

But after a while, this look disappeared, he pushed the money back, and said without saying anything: "This is my truth, the design draft is mine, and the things are drawn by me."

Ye Wanwan didn't expect money to be useless to this guy, she glanced at Dai Wen indistinctly, and remembered the paintings listed on the wall when she just came in.

"The paintings outside are all copied. Of course, it cannot be said that they are completely copied. It can only be said that you cut off the beginning and end of other people's works and changed them to your own. If you send those paintings to the original authors, I am afraid there should be some A lot of people are looking for you."

Except for myself, I am afraid that there is no design, and the plagiarists will publish it before the original.

A strange color flashed across Devon's face, a slight anger spread across his face, and his golden pupils shrank, as if someone had stabbed him in the heart.

The scorching sun left traces everywhere, the rapidly rising temperature caused the cicadas to sing, the mottled tree shadows cast light circles on the ground, and the cars whizzed past one after another, raising dust all over the sky.

Quan Tingmo drove the car back, Ye Wanwan was sitting in the co-pilot, thinking of Dyson's expression just after collecting the money, he felt a little nauseous for no reason.

The $50 was still unshakable, but when the price was doubled, things changed immediately.

He changed his face almost immediately, took the money away, and generously admitted that someone sent her the design draft, and gave him a lot of money to send it out at a specific time.

The more I thought about it, the angrier I became: "Such a person actually has fans!"