Ruan Xingwan was just about to go upstairs when Lin Zhiyi stopped her.
Ruan Xingwan turned around: "What's the matter?"
"I just want to remind Miss Ruan that Zhou Cishen is eyeing the Lin family. Since Miss Ruan feels that she is a member of the Lin family, it is better to keep a distance from him."
Hearing this, Ruan Xingwan felt a little funny: "Ms. Lin has changed her ways now?"
Lin Zhiyi said coldly: "It's up to you whether you want to or not. If dad finds out, he won't be happy."
"I think Miss Lin may have misunderstood something."
Ruan Xingwan stood in the stairwell and spoke calmly, "I came to the Lin family just to get what I deserve. As for who I am with, it is my own decision and no one can control me.
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"When Miss Ruan first arrived at the Lin family, I told you that if you lived in the Lin family, you had to follow the Lin family's rules. It seems you thought I was joking with you."
Ruan Xingwan said: "Who sets the rules?
Miss Lin?
Then what identity does Miss Lin think I have living in the Lin family?"
Lin Zhiyi looked ugly. Was Ruan Xingwan saying that she was not qualified to establish the rules of the Lin family?
Ruan Xingwan continued: "Since we both dislike each other, we should stop talking if we can, let alone show false concern and greetings. This will save both of us a lot of trouble. What do you think, Miss Lin?"
Lin Zhiyi sneered: "I hope you can have such good confidence during the competition."
"Of course."
After saying that, Ruan Xingwan went upstairs without looking back.
After she left, Lin Zhiyi sneered. When he looked away, he found Lin Zhiyuan standing not far away.
Lin Zhiyi said: "Dad, have you heard everything?"
Lin Zhiyuan hummed: "Come with me."
When he arrived at the study, Lin Zhiyuan closed the door and sat on his desk: "Zhiyi, I know you hate her, but you just have to endure it for a while. When the time comes, she will leave naturally."
Lin Zhiyi didn't understand: "Is it because she has Mr. Jin's support?"
"That's not the most important thing."
Lin Zhiyuan narrowed his eyes, "The time is not yet ripe now, you will know later."
Seeing that she was silent, Lin Zhiyuan said again: "Don't get involved in the designer competition. I have other plans."
"I see."
Lin Zhiyi was not that stupid. She knew that countless pairs of eyes were staring at her at this time, so how could she do it herself.
What's more, there are so many people who hate Ruan Xingwan. Even if she doesn't do anything, others will be unable to restrain themselves.
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In the blink of an eye, a week passes.
Ruan Xingwan finished the finished product and delivered it according to the time and place given by the organizer.
As soon as she went outside, she saw a group of designers gathering around and complaining.
"I really think there is something wrong with the person in charge of this competition. He has made so many messy requests. Let's not talk about it. Now it's better. Let us come according to the time he stipulated. It can't be early or in advance. But we
People have arrived, where are they?
There is only one locked office, so you deliberately tortured us."
"Hey, calm down. Who is the organizer? Whatever they say is what they say. Who do we have the right to complain?"
"But they have gone too far. They simply don't take us seriously. We are here to participate in the competition, not to see their faces. Why should we put on such a big air?"
As time passed by, the designers' discussions became louder and louder, and their mood became more and more dissatisfied.
Ruan Xingwan noticed that there was a cabinet placed outside the office.
She counted silently, and the number of cabinets exactly corresponded to the number of designers.
Ruan Xingwan thought for a while and said softly: "You should just put the work there."
After hearing this, most of the designers looked over.
But not many people listened to Ruan Xingwan.
Most of the people here are older and more famous than Ruan Xingwan.
They were able to participate in this competition only after registration and screening, but Ruan Xingwan received a direct invitation from the organizer.
No one's mind is balanced.
It's just that due to her relationship with Zhou Cishen, she didn't show it so obviously.
But among a group of people, there is always a representative.
Wen Qian glanced at Ruan Xingwan and crossed her arms across her chest: "How do you know where to put it?"
Ruan Xingwan said calmly: "I guessed it."
Wen smiled slightly: "Guess?
What do you think of so many of us? Since it is irresponsible, why do you say it again?"
Seeing that Wen Qian had already spoken, someone next to him also echoed: "Yeah, how can such an important competition rely on guessing, and I believe the organizer is not that naive, just put a cabinet without a door.
Here, oh, we can just put it in any cell?
What's more, there's no staff nearby, what if someone takes it away."
Wen Qian added: "That's right, but the organizers have made so many changes to this competition, and we don't know what they are thinking.
Well, if you tell us the truth, Mr. Zhou didn’t tell you the organizer’s request. If that’s really the case, we should have some confidence in our hearts.
We will do whatever you say."
As soon as these words came out, the others stopped talking and looked at Ruan Xingwan with clearly more contempt and disgust in their eyes.
Ruan Xingwan's expression remained unchanged, and he simply said: "Persecution delusion is also a disease. The sooner you treat it, the sooner you will recover."
After saying that, she put the jewelry box containing the works into the cabinet at random, then turned to look at Wen Qian: "I hope you have basic legal knowledge. If Zhou pursues the matter of spreading rumors and leaking business secrets for no reason,
If you take responsibility, you can get a pair of big silver bracelets for free through your own efforts."
For a moment, Wen Qian's face turned as ugly as possible.
After Ruan Xingwan left, a group of designers looked at each other and saw that more than ten minutes had passed since the time set by the organizer. There was no such thing as being late.
Regardless of whether Ruan Xingwan got the rules of the competition from Mr. Zhou, she still had that kind of relationship there, so she wouldn't have been eliminated for this reason before the preliminary round even started. It would definitely not be wrong to follow her.
Immediately afterwards, a group of people put their works into the grid and left.
They don’t have to worry about being faked, as both the draft and finished drawings of the work need to be sent to the organizer’s email address.
After everyone left, a few staff members came over, put each designer's work in the box one by one, then carried it into the car and sent it to the judges.
When the works are disrupted in this way, no one except the organizer knows who belongs to whom. The judges cannot see the names and can only score based on the work itself. There is no favoritism.