Rebirth: Don't miss the good girls, don't waste the bad girls

"Hahaha."

"I was just kidding you guys."

"Since you two want to drink, I'll accompany you."

Jiang Xuening said cheerfully.

"I'll drink with you, but Hao still has to drive."

Chen Wenjie said.

"That's okay too."

Jiang Xuening nodded after hearing this.

After drinking a bottle of rice wine, Jiang Xuening finally opened up.

She is a person with stories to tell, but if you want to hear the stories, you need wine. Now the wine has arrived, and the story is about to begin.

"Ah Hao, Ah Jie."

"I'm not bragging to you. Back then, I was a well-known figure on the university campus. I was the president of the student union, the class monitor, the outstanding graduate, and I won the first prize in campus fashion design for three consecutive years."

"I thought I would be a rising star in the fashion design world, but that's all gone."

Jiang Xuening spoke with her tongue sticking out, full of reluctance.

"Sister Jiang, it's not that we don't believe you, but if you are so capable, why are you in such a miserable situation?"

"Is there something unspeakable hidden in this?"

Xu Wenhao, the supporting actor, finally couldn't help but speak out.

"It's all my fault for not knowing how to judge people!"

Jiang Xuening sighed and spoke, then began to tell her story.

She is a talented fashion designer who has made a name for herself in school and is a popular figure in the school. She has a good friend, who is also a senior student one year older than her, named Lin Mengmeng.

As soon as she entered the school, Lin Mengmeng met her and helped her go through the admission procedures. The two of them added each other's contact information and became good friends who could talk about anything.

Lin Mengmeng is also an excellent fashion design talent. She won the first prize in the campus fashion design competition in her freshman year. In her sophomore, junior and senior years, she won the second place for three consecutive years.

The first place became Jiang Xuening, but this did not affect the relationship between the two at all.

That year, Jiang Xuening was a junior and Lin Mengmeng was a senior. In the second semester of their senior year, the two of them formed a team to participate in the National Fashion Design Competition. They made it all the way from the auditions to the finals and won the gold medal in the National College Student Fashion Design Competition.

Because Jiang Xuening was only a junior at that time and could not sign a contract with the company to work, she attributed most of the credit for the gold medal won by the joint efforts of the two to Lin Mengmeng.

Therefore, a top clothing design company signed a contract with Lin Mengmeng.

Lin Mengmeng also agreed with Jiang Xuening that after Jiang Xuening graduated, they would go to the same company, work together, and be lifelong friends. After they had saved enough money, they would open a studio together and serve big stars.

But when Jiang Xuening was a senior, everything changed.

The thing is, Jiang Xuening painted all of her works in a thick clothing manuscript book during her four years in college.

However, this original clothing manuscript, which represented her four years of hard work, was plagiarized by Lin Mengmeng. With these clothing design ideas, Lin Mengmeng transformed herself into a rising star in the fashion industry in just one year.

However, when Jiang Xuening took her work to a clothing design company for an interview, she was repeatedly rejected. When she handed her original clothing manuscript to the HR of the clothing design company where Lin Mengmeng worked, the HR showed a contemptuous smile and sarcastically said that she was shameless for plagiarizing the original manuscript of their company's designer Lin Mengmeng.

She was stunned when she heard the news, and she finally understood why none of the many fashion design companies hired her after she interviewed.

It turned out that in their eyes she had become a liar who stole the fruits of other people’s labor!

She went to Lin Mengmeng to argue and had a big fight with her. She still remembers the scene that day clearly.

"Lin Mengmeng, I treated you as my best friend, but you actually stole my work. Do you have any shame?"

"Jiang Xue Ning, you were the one I hated the most when I was in college. If it weren't for you, I would have won first place in the campus fashion contest for four consecutive years. It was you who took away the glory that originally belonged to me!"

"But fortunately, you are still of some value. You helped me win the gold medal in the national fashion design competition and successfully signed a contract with the company I wanted."

"I also used the clothes you worked so hard to design to make a big splash in the fashion industry. Even many celebrities asked me to design dresses for them."

"You're right. I stole your work. What can you do about it?"

"Now these are all my works, and I have applied for patents, so in everyone's eyes you are the one who stole my works."

"Do you think they will believe you, a nameless wild girl, or me, a rising star in the fashion industry?"

"Don't struggle. I have already issued a ban on you with the company. The fashion industry is not big, and the fact that you stole my work to attend the interview has already spread in the industry."

"Jiang Xuening, you will never be able to turn things around in this life. You owe me this!"

"Hahaha!"

Lin Mengmeng, dressed in gorgeous clothes, laughed wildly, then turned around and left without looking back.

Only Jiang Xuening was left standing there.

She didn't know how she got back to the dormitory that day, and soon the news that she plagiarized the work of talented fashion designer Lin Mengmeng for an interview spread throughout the school.

She did not participate in the campus fashion design competition in her senior year because no matter how good the clothes she designed were, no one would believe that they were hers. Instead, they would think that she plagiarized other people's designs.

Public opinion makes gold, but accumulation destroys bones!

This is a true portrayal!

Three months later, she graduated successfully. Although her graduation project was recognized by many teachers, no one really believed that it was her own independent work.

Her classmates even sneered at her.

She left the university city with her diploma in hand and returned to her hometown, Longcheng. After staying at home for more than half a year, she began to design jewelry and sell it on a stall in the square.

After hearing about Jiang Xuening's experience, Chen Wenjie and Xu Wenhao were also filled with sorrow.

There really are too many dangers in this world.

"hateful!"

"That Lin Mengmeng is so abominable!"

"How can there be such vicious people in this world?"

Xu Wenhao spoke angrily.

Chen Wenjie behaved very calmly, because after so many years of struggling in the society in his previous life, he had already deeply realized how dangerous society is!

"Hi!"

"It's in the past!"

"I have regrouped and designed many styles of clothes now. I want to fight back, but Donghai City is not the Magic City after all. It is really difficult to deal with it!"

Jiang Xuening said this nonchalantly, but in fact she cared a lot.

At one point, she even thought that she had been eliminated by society and the fashion industry.

"Just like your vicious best friend said, the fashion industry is too small. Even in Donghai City, there are only a few companies involved in the fashion industry. Why don't you change your career path?"

"As you can see, I own the Hanfu brand Hongnixiang, which is worth at least 100 million. I am now busy developing the milk tea market and have no time to manage it. How about you cooperate with me? You invest in the technology and become the chief designer and person in charge of Hongnixiang. What do you think?"

Chen Wenjie directly expressed his thoughts.

He never expected that Jiang Xuening was actually a talented designer. Fortunately, she did not choose to be a clerk in his milk tea shop, otherwise it would have been a waste of talent.