The so-called final showdown was not publicly displayed, but a space was opened in a corner of the exhibition hall.
Coming down from the spiral staircase, you can just see the works of Tang Yili, Fu Zhiwen and Mrs. Fang placed side by side.
The competition system was the same as mentioned before, with the board members and Qin Sheng voting together, but none of their works had nameplates. For a while, the ladies were a little confused.
I can't tell whose work is whose at all.
Mrs. Pang, in particular, secretly scolded her son, who was just looking for trouble for her, insisting on voting for Tang Yili, but she couldn't understand which one it was, so she couldn't go up and break it to see if it was marked.
That kind of partiality was too obvious, and she was afraid that it would be difficult to explain to Mrs. Li in the Lauder Group.
At this time, the scene became solemn, and Mrs. Li was surrounded and came down from upstairs.
Maybe the air-conditioning in the exhibition hall was so strong that Fu Xi couldn't help but rub his arms and get closer to Tang Yili.
"It's over. Looking at Li Jiaoyang's mother's momentum, I think we are going to lose."
Gao Qingqing was not optimistic either. The two of them stood beside Tang Yili, one on the left and the other on the right. This made Tang Yili a little irritated and whispered to them: "If I lose, it means that your beauty trap has failed."
Fu Xi said nothing.
Gao Qingqing wanted to laugh and pretend to be unhappy.
"Don't let others hear what you're talking about, okay?"
Just as he was talking, Qin Sheng, who was standing opposite, really looked over and glanced at them, making Gao Qingqing suddenly nervous, as if Qin Sheng had really heard them.
Zhao Meilun and Fu Zhiwen were also present. They stood not far away, right next to Mrs. Li, and greeted Mrs. Li with a flattering expression. Mrs. Li glanced at Zhao Meilun lightly and ignored her completely.
Mrs. Li looked at the Gu family's reputation and only exchanged greetings with Fu Zhiwen.
Looking at the time, everyone had arrived. Mrs. Li's assistant, a middle-aged capable lady, made the announcement on her behalf.
"For the sake of fairness, this time the selection will be conducted in a sealed manner. The names of the authors of the entries will not be announced, and the judges will make blind submissions."
"There are five wives in total on the board of directors, each with one vote. Mr. Jared Qin has two votes. Let's start voting now."
As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at me and I looked at you.
Even Tang Yili couldn't believe that given such a good opportunity to take advantage of herself, Ms. Li Fengcaihua actually changed her mind and was willing to let her go.
Could it be that the wish she made to the morning breeze - praying for fair play - came true?
The ladies had no psychological burden this time. They carefully commented on every detail of the clothing, walked around and looked at it, or communicated in low voices.
Tang Yili met Zhao Meilun's cold gaze across the person's head.
Everyone knows that this game is a real competition of talents.
The voting time lasted only a minute. Mrs. Li's assistant, holding a stack of cards, was the one who counted the votes. All eyes were focused on her.
Jun Pang also came today, standing at the outermost edge. He originally wanted to just watch indifferently, but when he saw Tang Yili and Fu Xi, who were waiting for them, he slightly moved his eyebrows and actually took a stance.
The teller said softly: "The first vote is for Mrs. Gu's work, Fu Zhiwen."
The whole place fell silent for a moment.
"The second vote is for Yili Clothing Works."
Fu Xi gently held Tang Yili's arm, but she didn't respond.
"The third vote is for Mrs. Gu's works by Fu Zhiwen."
Two to one, Zhao Meilun looked at Tang Yili scornfully.
"The fourth vote...Mrs. Pang's vote is for Mrs. Fang's work."
The vote that was expected to tie the game went to Mrs. Fang. Fu Xi turned around fiercely to look at Jun Pang. Even Jun Pang himself collapsed a little and covered his face with his hands.
He believed that his mother had tried her best, but her taste really needed to be improved.
"The following is Mr. Qin's vote for Yili Clothing Works."
Two to three, Yili Clothing leads by one vote.
The last vote is for Mrs. Li. Whether it's a tie or a win all depends on this vote.
Gao Qingqing leaned over and whispered to Tang Yili: "Tell me, can Mrs. Li identify which of our clothes?"
They all understand this meaning, and as long as they recognize it, they will definitely not vote for them.
If Mrs. Li voted for Fu Zhiwen and there was a tie, the only choice would be to let Mrs. Pang vote again and let her choose between Yili Clothing and Fu Zhiwen's works...
From Mrs. Pang's point of view, the outcome is really hard to say.
Tang Yili wasn't sure, but his nerves were as tense as a fully drawn bow.
When an arrow is on the string, whether it can hit the target or not depends only on one night.
"The last vote, Mrs. Li, Ms. Li Fengcaihua voted for...Yili Clothing Works."
Snap, the arrow hit the red heart.
The ladies around me applauded softly, not very enthusiastically, but showing restraint and noble affirmation.
Tang Yili smiled lightly and responded to the congratulations one by one.
Gao Qingqing and Fu Xi happily shook hands secretly.
Then Fu Xi raised his eyes to look at Jun Pang. He didn't know when he had left, and his smile suddenly disappeared, and his face was filled with sadness.
Mrs. Li came over with her people and simply congratulated her. She went through the motions and left easily.
Zhao Meilun and Fu Zhiwen didn't even bother to go through the cutscenes. Their expressions were stiff. They nodded to Tang Yili from a distance, congratulated each other, and let the latter two join hands and quickly left the encirclement. They didn't know where they went.
Only Qin Sheng, who was sincerely happy for them, stretched out his hand to shake hands with the victorious ladies one by one, and finally it was Tang Yili's turn.
Unexpectedly, Qin Sheng took a step forward, stretched out his hand and said, "Miss Tang Yili, congratulations to you."
Tang Yili smiled lightly and said, "Thank you, Teacher Qin."
"You might as well call me Jared, or Qin Sheng."
The two hands, one big and one small, were only lightly clasped together. Qin Sheng should be the kind of person who rarely does outdoor activities. His skin was cold and white, and there were several blue blood vessels on the back of his hands with clear veins.
Neither of them mentioned it before, as if this was the first time they met, shaking hands, exchanging names, and being friendly and harmonious.
"But I still prefer to call you Teacher Qin."
Tang Yili remained calm and withdrew his hand.
Qin Sheng smiled.
It happened that Gao Qingqing finished greeting others and turned to talk to Qin Sheng, so that the scene would not cool down.
Gao Qingqing: "Jared, I'm sorry to trouble you this time. When the bonus comes, I'll treat you to dinner."
Qin Sheng: "Maybe it depends on the time. I have to fly to Milan next week."
"A big show in Milan?"
"No...I'm preparing my own studio..."
Tang Yili had no intention of participating and walked a few steps away. Not only did he leave space for Gao Qingqing and the others, he also wanted to see Fu Xi. He was not very happy about winning.
She took a glass of champagne from the low table and handed it to Fu Xi, teasing her: "There is a bonus in this competition, why didn't you tell me before."
"I remember I said that." Fu Xi took the wine glass and answered casually.
"How much?" Tang Yili asked.
If she hadn't just heard it from Gao Qingqing, she wouldn't have known that there was money to be paid for participating.
Fu Xi: "One million, maybe."
Ahem!
Tang Yili was pleasantly surprised right away. How Fu Xi was feeling was no longer the focus. What she was interested in now was how to divide the next one million.