I can see luck! People who get married in a vegetative state make crazy money

At night, Ming Nuan sat on the bed and drew a design draft. While drawing, she looked at Mo Shiyan, who was sleeping next to her with his back to her, confused. She didn't understand why he was angry again.

The big boss is good at everything.

I am always angry eight out of ten days.

But Mingnuan didn't have time to care about him.

She is currently drawing up the next season’s new product designs that will be sent to Mingzhu Design.

Ming Nuan touched the manuscript paper in her hand. Ever since her mother's accident, the works she designed were just like herself, being pushed into a corner where the sun couldn't shine.

When Ming Rourou became a slightly famous designer by plagiarizing her inspiration in her previous life, she was suffering inhuman torture.

She wanted the whole family of leeches lying on her to suck her blood to die without a burial place!

The long-suppressed inspiration in her heart burst out from her fingertips like a spurt.

There was a rustling sound all night.

When Mo Shiyan woke up, he saw Ming Nuan falling asleep holding the manuscript paper.

The peace charm that had caused him great humiliation yesterday was hung tightly, fell down and landed on her forehead.

Mo Shiyan raised his hand and pushed the peace charm away.

"Little fool." He stared at her eyebrows and whispered softly, "If you want peace, what's the use of praying to Buddha?"

"Just beg me."

Whether it's the Ming family or the Gu family's grandmother who hates her.

As long as she is under her wing, he can protect her.

But she didn't seem to understand the problem very well.

Ming Nuan was sleeping deeply and didn't hear anything. She only felt as if someone tapped her forehead with a slight punishment.

When she struggled to open her eyes.

There was no one in the room anymore.

Ming Nuan ate breakfast in a hurry, took the drawings and went to Mingzhu Design.

She had already left very early, but she didn't expect that when she arrived at the design department, she found that she was the last to arrive.

"Sister." Fan Jing stood up immediately when he saw her.

"Aren't you going to school?" Ming Nuan asked in surprise.

"I'll go there in a moment. I want to come here first to sort out the manuscripts I drew before." Fan Jing kept staring at her as he spoke.

Seeing that Ming Nuan turned around and was about to leave, he couldn't help but said: "Sister, last night..."

"Huh?" Ming Nuan looked at him in surprise.

Fan Jing didn't want to say anything anymore. He smiled bitterly in his heart and shook his head vigorously, "It's nothing."

Ming Nuan had no doubt that he was there, so without thinking much, she just took the manuscript and went out.

Others in the design department took a look at Fan Jing.

"Xiao Jing." The full-time housewife who was selected before also put on neat clothes today and came to work despite her husband's obstruction. She looked at Fan Jing worriedly and said, "Don't you like Mr. Ming?"

"Maybe I'm mistaken, but I'd like to remind you that Mr. Ming is married."

"Don't be confused."

Fan Jing said nothing.

The woman sighed when she saw this, and was about to go back to her work station when she heard Fan Jing's voice said firmly: "So what?"

"I know she's married."

"But will that man really be good to her?"

"And what time it is now, I can wait for her to get divorced."

The woman was startled, "You!"

"I know." Fan Jing lowered his head and interrupted her softly, "I'm not good enough for her now."

"I won't let her know either."

On the other side, Ming Nuan finalized the manuscript paper on his side.

Their company has its own production factory, which is a complete assembly line.

"Mr. Ming." The people below brought sets of jewelry one after another, "We have already made several models of the main models for next season. Please take a look."

Here is Fan Jing’s award-winning work.

"Very good." Ming Nuan smiled and said, "Let it go."

“The publicity on the official website has also kept up.”

The people in the Propaganda Department looked embarrassed, "But the matter about your plagiarism on the Internet has not calmed down yet..."

Ming Nuan waved his hand, "Public opinion is used well. Black and red are also red. Don't you understand this truth?"

"Do you want me to teach you how to do publicity?"

The people in the publicity department looked tense. When she followed Ming Rourou, she was used to being praised by fans on the Internet.

Now I feel extremely ashamed when Ming Nuan talks about it.

as predicted.

On the same day, people from the publicity department put up pictures of the new products.

The comment area was instantly filled with abuse.

【Sorry for plagiarism! 】

[I didn’t expect that a master like Mr. Fang would give in to money! 】

【How disgusting! 】

[I have equal contempt for everyone who buys jewelry from Pearl Design. 】

[What is this? It’s so ugly! 】

[You’re sweating profusely, little girl, don’t think that you can do whatever you want if you have money! 】

Not even five minutes.

There are already thousands of abusive comments.

"This is definitely not right." The faces of the people in the Propaganda Department turned dark.

Ming Nuan was also watching and sneered when he saw this, "Of course that's not right. Someone paid someone to guide public opinion."

Except Ming Rourou.

She couldn't think of anyone else.

"Should we also invite navy troops?" the staff asked.

"No need, please let the news out that Fan Jing and his friends won awards for their new works."

On the other side, Ming Rourou felt a burst of pleasure in her heart as she watched the sailors she invited insulting Ming Nuan.

This bitch.

Now her life is blocked by her and her mother.

See how she handles her!

"Let's take this opportunity to put our works on the official website of our studio." The designers who followed her said eagerly.

There was a bit of urgency on their faces.

Because they discovered that after leaving Pearl Design, they did not soar as they had imagined.

On the contrary, some customers who had already negotiated with them actually canceled their orders directly after they became designers in small studios!

"A bunch of people without vision, let them regret it!"

"Yes, our online order volume today will definitely be overwhelming. Rourou, you have so many fans. Just your fans supporting the purchase will definitely be a lot."

They praised Ming Rourou without any shame.

Ming Rourou's face was also bright. She put on her airs and waited for a while before letting someone put the things online on the official website.

She immediately sent people to the fan group to notify her fans.

Sure enough, the studio got a lot of rainbow farts from fans.

"Great, our reputation is much better than that of Mingzhu Design."

“Now we are waiting for fans to place orders!”

The designers were very happy, thinking that they were right to choose to hug Ming Rourou's thighs.

Unexpectedly, ten minutes passed and twenty minutes passed.

Not even an order?

"what happened?"

Everyone was dumbfounded and looked at the message board carefully, only to find a lot of fan messages.

[Woo woo woo, our Rourou is truly worthy of being a rich lady, the design is so gorgeous and beautiful, we commoners can only drool. 】

[It’s so expensive, it’s Rourou’s taste. 】

[Alas, my wallet is empty. I want to support Rourou and wait for me to save some money! 】

too expensive?

So don't buy it?

Only then did everyone realize that they were so accustomed to Mingzhu Design that they had not focused on the general audience at all.

The designed works are all jewel-like.

Exorbitantly expensive!

But which rich person would spend a lot of money to buy such a 'third-rate brand' in a small studio?

A group of people were immediately discouraged.

Ming Rourou also felt that her face was dull!

What a fan!

Being so poor made her lose face!

"It doesn't matter. As long as Mingnuan doesn't sell it, it doesn't matter." Ming Rourou comforted herself frantically in her heart.

But when he turned around, he saw that Ming Nuan's comments had reversed?

One of the hot comments was liked like crazy, which made Ming Rourou furious.

[Oh my God, what kind of golden touch is Ming Nuan? Did all the people she selected win awards? 】