Zhou Ming's words made everyone stunned at first, and then they burst into laughter. At this time, Laurent could no longer maintain his demeanor and laughed loudly. He pointed at Zhou Ming.

"I heard it right, this guy actually said he would know fashion design better than me? I know this is a joke, but it's too boring because no one would believe it!"

Laurent sneered, and then he was very arrogant: "Who am I? Laurent from the French Fashion Design Academy, and what about this guy? But he is just an idiot who doesn't know what it means to know about fashion design better than me? Do you know what the benchmark is and what the benchmark is? I guess you don't know anything at all, you are sensational here!"

Faced with Laurent's words, Jordano and Carl's expressions were a little awkward. Obviously, they both wanted to say something for Zhou Ming, but in the end they didn't know what to say. After all, what Laurent was talking about was the fact. He was the best student in the fashion design school, and was better than many professional designers. Zhou Ming, a person who never knew fashion design, was comparable?

This is not because they look down on Zhou Ming, but because fashion design, as a subject, takes several years to study in college, it is bound to be not that simple.

If someone can surpass it with any means, it will be an insult to this subject, even Zhou Ming cannot do it.

Compared to the carnival of the people around him, Zhou Ming seemed very calm. He stood there and watched these people perform coldly, then showed a helpless expression and even sighed heavily.

This shocked these people, and they cursed in their hearts: Damn Laurent was helpless by being forced to be compared by you idiot, you are so helpless. Are you so helpless! Is there any reason to be done?

"I'm very curious. If someone comes to ask you a question with fashion design textbooks, will you answer? If you know, then please answer what is the benchmark point, what is also the benchmark line, and what is the biggest feature of the bohemian style." Zhou Ming asked.

"I refuse to answer, these questions are simply foolish!" Laurent cursed.

However, with Zhou Ming's rebuttal question, everyone also understood what he meant. Obviously, Laurent's questions were as foolish as he said. After all, if you really understand fashion design, wouldn't it seem like you were funny if you ask other people these questions?

Laurent also reacted, so he asked Zhou Ming: "What do you want?"

Zhou Ming thought seriously and asked him back: "Who do you think you have a deeper attainment in fashion design than Mr. Antilles?"

"Of course it's Teacher Antilles!" Laurent replied without hesitation. "Although I've only been fortunate to see Teacher Antilles once, I can often observe the teacher's works. Whenever I see the teacher's works, I will be shocked by the teacher's advanced artistic thinking and wonderful combination. It can be said that the teacher is my idol and the goal I want to pursue!"

For Laurent's words, others couldn't help but nod and praised his answer. Such an answer was almost the standard answer. He praised Antilles for his respect for his predecessors, and expressed his desire to continue working hard.

But Zhou Ming's next words made them all fall into their glasses.

"It seems you understand very well." Zhou Ming said, "Then Mr. Antilles once said that he is not as good as me in fashion design, so I said that I understand fashion design better than you, and that's fine."

Zhou Ming's words were like a bombshell detonating on the scene, which immediately detonated the whole audience. Everyone was very angry and cursing at Zhou Ming.

"You are an insult to the master! Where did you come from? How dare you say that Teacher Antilles is not as good as you. Don't you feel shameless? This is simply arrogant to a ridiculous state. I can't imagine where you come from. How dare you say such words? There are so many of us here, one punch can beat you into a golf ball! Your words are as disgusting as a bed bug in the mud!"

Laurent also stared at Zhou Ming and said, "I originally thought you were just arrogant and stupid, but I didn't expect you were arrogant and stupid. I feel that it would be a shame to say the name of Teacher Antilles from you!"

His eyes became sharper: "If you were to compare with Teacher Antis, wouldn't I become a clown singing opera and a sow climbing up a tree?"

As Laurent finished speaking, the side door of the castle was suddenly opened, and then Antis walked out in an uproar.

Laurent and the others were excited. Laurent pointed at Zhou Ming and said, "Teacher, I am Laurent who was fortunate to hear your lectures, your servant, this ignorant and ignorant Chinese. He just insulted you that your attainment in fashion design is not as good as him. Please allow me to teach you a lesson with this servant who has no rules."

Zhou Ming said at this time: "Mr. Antilles, since you have come out, it will be easy. Please come and prove it to me, are you inferior to me in some aspect of fashion design?"

These words were like a bucket of gasoline, which made the students' anger suddenly burn again.

"You hateful trash, you still dare to say this. You are too arrogant. We want to kill you!"

He shouted and roared, but then Anrez said, "Yes, he was right. I am indeed inferior to him in some aspects of fashion design."

"Have you heard that Chinese people? How could the teacher be worse than you...What? What did you say just now?"

The students of the Fashion Design Academy, who had just been so angry that they surrounded Zhou Ming and wanted to teach him a lesson, were now like a group of dogs that were suddenly pinched to their throats, and their voices stopped abruptly. They all widened their eyes and looked at Anrez in disbelief. They couldn't believe their ears, and they couldn't believe that Anrez would actually answer like this.

No? This is a lie, is this a huge joke? Or are we dreaming? And it is also the most absurd and tragic dream.

Angeles, the most influential fashion design expert in France, actually directly admitted that he was not as good as Zhou Ming, the Chinese who had never even studied fashion design orthodox?

This thought made them feel like a slap in their face.

"God, I'm not dreaming, right? What did the teacher encounter? How could he say such words? What should we do if you say this? Are we not as good as this Chinese?"

"Is this Chinese man Zhou Ming actually a very powerful fashion design master? But no matter how he looks at it, he is only in his twenties at most. Besides, if he was really such a genius, he would have been exposed by the media long ago? How could we, the outstanding students in fashion design, have never heard of this name?"

Some people exclaimed and questioned, while others doubted the world: "Are you really Teacher Antis? You can't be a brother who is exactly the same as him."

They were talking all kinds of things, and these thoughts made them completely messed up.

Especially Laurent, who was arrogant just now, now he was confused as if he was a little mentally retarded. He just stared at Zhou Ming blankly, his brain seemed to stop working, and his ideas seemed to collapse instantly.

"So now I understand Laurent? I'm still qualified to screen you." Zhou Ming asked him.

If Zhou Ming had asked this a few minutes ago, he would definitely be squirted by Laurent, but now Laurent is like a defeated rooster, unable to say anything, so he could only nod in silence.

"This is very good. Since Laurent already understands it, please stand there, because the screening will start soon. Thank you very much."

Zhou Ming told Laurent that although Laurent had extremely resistant eyesight, he still did what Zhou Ming said. Just kidding, Antilles had already come out to prove himself. What else could he do besides accepting it? Is it lying on the ground and rolling? A gentleman would not use such a rogue trick, no matter what.

When Laurent passed, Zhou Ming turned around and thanked Angeles: "Thank you very much for your cooperation, Mr. Antilles."

Anrez waved his hand and said he didn't care: "I originally thought you were a guy with a very good sophistry, but I didn't expect you to be such a leader."

Jordano looked over in confusion, his eyes full of confusion.

Like Laurent and those students, Jordano was shocked just now by the sudden appearance of Antilles and the unexpected answer. He finally came back to his senses, but heard these inconspicuous words from Antilles.

Jordanno didn't understand what this meant at all? What Zhou Ming did just now, why did he have the responsibility of the leader? Something was wrong?

"Actually, it doesn't matter if a student like Laurent is asked to come in and be an assistant to me directly. No matter what his original idea was, at least I could still shock him, let him change his design habits, design some fashions in the direction of civilians, and eliminate some impetuous problems. There is definitely no problem. There is no need to stop him and ask him to be screened."

As Antilles said, Jordano nodded with agreement. He had always thought so before, so he kept persuading Zhou Ming, not understanding why he was competing with Laurent for a win or loss. What if he ran away in anger, wouldn't he lose?

Although Laurent has flaws in many aspects, and although his design works are a bit flashy, this does not mean that he cannot design civilian clothing. As a top student in the Fashion Design Academy, he has various styles of fashion, and any combination is fine. Not to mention that fashion design has long been studied today, is it good to have many aesthetic styles for consumers?

At this time, Angeles suddenly changed the subject: "But for your team, for Jordano or for the future of your business, you have to do this, even if you risk losing this excellent designer, because this problem must be solved!"

Jordano was stunned: What? Why is there something wrong with me here?
Chapter completed!