Looking at Ding Qi with a serious face, the factory director was not afraid, but looked very disdainful.
Even if Ding Qi has the design drawings, this does not mean that she is the original. On the contrary, the batch of clothes she produced first can prove that she is the original.
In short, she can't prove anything just by relying on these few design drawings.
He put down the clothes in his hands and said seriously: "Little girl, it's a bit too fussy to go to the court just for a few pieces of clothes. Besides, even if the court accepts the case, you may not win.
I think you are new to this industry, so you don’t know much about it yet.
Do you know how many fashion designers there are in China?
Many clothes are designed, and most of them are the same.
To put it bluntly, their inspirations collided. Can you say that they are plagiarizing?
For another example, the TV novels we watch sometimes have similar plots. Can you say they are plagiarized?
This is at best a reference, so the plagiarism you mentioned does not exist at all."
Even if you say this, no one would believe it.
It's okay to borrow from it, but who the hell would borrow it exactly the same without changing even a single punctuation mark? That's plagiarism.
What's more, all the details of the design of this dress are consistent. There are no two identical leaves in the world, let alone the same inspiration.
She really admired this factory's ability to tell lies. Plagiarism was plagiarism. He could actually say that inspirations collided with each other. This kind of general explanation absolutely subverted her three views.
She has seen shameless people, but she has never seen such a shameless person.
It's a credit to her that she registered the copyright in advance, otherwise she would really have suffered a big loss again.
These words were unexpected by Li Yiyang. He raised his eyebrows and said: "Ding Qi, show your registered copyright to the factory director."
Ding Qi couldn't help but wanted to let this factory see her registered copyright, so as to see what kind of face he had and whether it was the same as what the lawyer said.
"Factory, keep your eyes open and take a look. The copyright has been registered as early as when I handed the design drawings to you. What else do you have to say?
When the time comes, do you think the judge will believe what you said?
I don’t know how you had the nerve to say that we had a collision of inspirations just now. If you weren’t embarrassed, I would be embarrassed.”
After speaking, she slammed the copyright certificate on the table.
While the factory director was looking at the copyright certificate, she continued angrily: "I gave the design draft to you to help me produce it because I trust your factory. I didn't expect you would do such a disgusting thing.
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"Remember two years ago? I also submitted the design draft to your factory. Unexpectedly, the clothes I designed turned out to be Jane Eyre's flagship product.
You are making a lot of money, but you label me as pinkeye. You are simply a group of robbers."
Her words reminded the factory of a recently graduated college student who designed several styles of clothes and produced them in his factory two years ago.
At that time, he was still the deputy factory director. In order to be promoted to the position of factory director, he handed over the design draft of the female customer to the son of the company boss.
At that time, in order to reassure his father that he could trust the company to him, he focused on the design aspect, because the sales of clothing depended on whether the clothing looked good.
A good design can overall increase the company's turnover.
No matter what company, sales reps do everything.
So, he handed over the design drawings Ding Qi gave him to the design manager, the boss's son.
Unexpectedly, the manager liked it very much after seeing it and said that it would be a big seller, so he asked him to mass-produce the clothes.
Unexpectedly, these batches of clothing were sold out as soon as they were put on the market, and sales increased by several percentage points.
Although the girl later sued them, because she did not directly prove that the design was her idea, and because she did not study design, no one believed that she could design so many beautiful clothes.
In the end, the lawsuit was lost, and the company was not affected in any way. Instead, the girl was scolded by uninformed people, saying that she had pinkeye.
The manager who tasted the sweetness directly promoted him to factory director and asked him to pay attention to as long as he had good design drawings and show them to him. Once he was sure there were no problems, he could directly mass-produce them.
The boss's son studied design, so he could tell at a glance whether the design would be popular.
Facts have proved that many of the ideas they copied have brought huge benefits to the company.
Many people have sued them, but their arms can never twist their thighs. In addition, they have no evidence to directly prove that they drew the design drawings, so they can only remain silent and eat Coptis chinensis.
Nowadays, the boss's son has been highly valued by the boss. He is now not only the general manager of the design department, but also the deputy manager of all departments.
I just didn't expect that this girl would actually give them a shot in the arm, and even the copyright had been secured in advance.
"Director, why don't you speak? You must give me an explanation for this matter, otherwise I will definitely go to court to sue you and let everyone know how disgusting your face is." Ding Qi gritted her teeth and continued.
The factory director put down the copyright certificate and said with a kind smile: "Little girl, don't be so angry. There must be some misunderstanding. You also know that our Linglong Garment Factory has always had a good reputation. How could we do this?"
Such a thing!"
"The fact is already before our eyes. What's the point of you still quibbling?" Ding Qi snorted coldly.
The factory director smiled awkwardly: "In this case, I will go out and make a phone call to ask the people who produced this batch of clothes what the situation is."
Li Yiyang knew that the factory director must want to ask for help. He raised his eyebrows and pointed to the landline on the table: "Director, your desk is just a phone, why bother to go out and call? Is there something shameful? I'm afraid
we know?"
Ding Qi agreed with Li Yiyang's words. She put her hands on her hips and said mockingly: "Director, I have the evidence in front of me. If you don't solve the problem for me, but you go out and make some phone calls, I think you have a guilty conscience."
Now that she had said everything, there was no need for her to worry about the factory director's face.
Although the factory director was dissatisfied with the attitude of the two, he was the one who was ignoring him at the moment. He could only explain with a smile: "The phone in this office has been broken for several days. I will be back soon. You guys sit down for a while."
After saying that, he pushed the door open and walked out without giving the two of them a chance to talk. It was obvious that he was anxious.
As soon as he went out, he called the deputy general manager: "Hey, Manager Tan, we may have run into some trouble."
On the other end of the phone, Tan Chongren did not take the factory director's words to heart. He asked casually: "Director Shi, what is it that makes you so nervous?"
Tan Chongren, the son of the chairman of Jane Eyre Clothing Co., Ltd., has been studying abroad. As soon as he returned to China, he joined the design department of his company, starting from the team leader.
In order for his father to recognize his abilities, he has always been strict with himself at work.
Not for anything else, just so that my father can hand over the company to him as soon as possible.
The reason why he is so anxious is because he also has a half-brother, and his biological mother died unexpectedly when he was thirteen years old.
As soon as his mother died, his father brought home a woman from outside and an illegitimate child that he had always hidden well.
Later, his stepmother thought he was good and sent him abroad for further study. In fact, she wanted to dilute the relationship between their father and son.
In this way, he stayed abroad for ten years before returning.