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this idiot

Seeing Han Jifeng thoughtfully looking at the clothes worn on the fake model in the clothing room, Ye Zhenzhen's face turned pale for a moment. She had obviously thrown this set of clothes into the trash can, so why did it appear in front of Brother Ji Feng again?

"I heard that this set of clothes was found in the trash can at the door of your office." After a long time, Han Ji turned around and said.

"Yes, yes, I..." Did Brother Ji Feng know something? Ye Zhenzhen nervously thought about how to deal with it.

"Since you threw it away, you should be able to find the designer." Han Jifeng's eyes returned to the suit of clothes again.

"Brother Ji Feng, I... can explain it." Her face turned pale again, and her palms became sweaty.

"I want to launch this set of works as Korea's new spring flagship product..."

What? Ye Zhenzhen was stunned. Han Jifeng, who was always known for being harsh, actually took a fancy to the work of Ling Tongyu, a person who had never even attended college? A sudden jealousy surged in her heart!

"Since you threw it away, you should be able to find the designer. There are still some details about this costume. I want to talk to her personally. Please give me the designer's information." Han Jifeng explained.

"I designed it." Suddenly, Ye Zhenzhen took a deep breath and said calmly, with a sweet and precious smile on her face after being recognized, "I designed it some time ago, but I was not very satisfied with it, so I threw it away. The drawings are still in my drawer."

Han Jifeng turned around and looked at Ye Zhenzhen.

"I didn't expect to get your approval." Ye Zhenzhen added.

"This is your best work in the past two years."

After Ye Zhenzhen heard Han Jifeng's high praise, her face was happy, but her heart was full of mixed feelings. This was tantamount to denying her talent and affirming Ling Tongyu!

"You can use the elements of this suit to design a few more sets and make it into a series. At that time, popular supermodels will be invited to walk the show and a press conference will be held. This time it will be promoted in a high-profile manner and I will be there in person."

"Okay, I understand." Ye Zhenzhen nodded in agreement, but clenched her hands tightly.

"It's not good, CEO..." At this time, Wen Lei hurried into the ready-to-wear room, with a rare look of panic on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"The merchants in Beidamen are demonstrating* to protest against demolition and eviction. They are openly opposing us and even fighting with the heads of households. This has alarmed the government!"

"What? Those people living in the slums are so bold to openly challenge us?" Ye Zhenzhen said in disbelief when she heard this.

"Go to the scene immediately." Han Jifeng had already hurried out of the company.

"Brother Ji Feng, wait for me." Ye Zhenzhen also trotted to follow. If such a big thing happened, the media would definitely be alarmed. She would seize every opportunity to stand by his side and tell everyone, especially him. Those women who clung to her, swore her ownership of Ye Zhenzhen! Han Jifeng, who hurried to the north gate, suddenly thought of the words that the woman had lost when she left yesterday -

"Then don't regret it."

"This idiot!" He clenched his fists and said bitterly.

"Brother Ji Feng, who are you talking about? Who is the idiot?" Ye Zhenzhen asked in confusion after hearing this.

*

North gate.

More than a thousand merchants joined the parade, and the entire North Gate was occupied by the parade. The excited people were uniformly dressed in red clothes, with white cloth strips on their heads, and the cloth strips were painted with red paint. Bloody words such as "Protest" and "Refuse to Demolition" were written on it. People also held banners. The banners blatantly read "Korean Fashion Group disregards people's survival" and "Korean Fashion Group get out of K City." , "Han Jifeng does not care about the life and death of the people" and other slogans full of firepower.

"protest!"

"protest!"

"Give me back the North Gate"

"Give me back the North Gate"

The people's demonstrations resounded over the North Gate, and everyone was excited and roared angrily.


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