After hearing this, Tang Kexin shook her head, smiled, and said calmly: "I don't think he is as bad as you said, and if he was really bad, how could anyone like A Midsummer Night's Dream in the first place?"
"Do you also know that design?" Mr. Qi was stunned, squinting and looking at Mo Shichen again.
His expression was one of disgust, as if he was complaining that Mo Shichen showed Tang Kexin a Midsummer Night's Dream.
But Mo Shichen was relatively magnanimous at the moment. It was his design, and he had many fans.
He would definitely not show any stage fright in front of these people.
"Of course I know that Mo Shichen is a very talented person. If he can't succeed, then no one in this world can succeed."
Tang Kexin looked at Mr. Qi, and these words were in response to their ridicule of Mo Shichen.
Mr. Qi smiled, touched his chin, and then said: "Miss Tang has this confidence. As a former boss, I am happy for Mo Shichen.
But after all, our circle is not as simple as outsiders see it, Miss Tang must remember what I said."
"Oh?" Tang Kexin raised his eyebrows, "Are you going to suppress my place?"
"Of course not. We are not such people. We are just giving a friendly reminder. I hope Miss Tang can understand." Mr. Qi smiled and then looked at Wilson.
He was ready to leave, but he wanted to make Wilson feel disgusted with Mo Shichen.
Wilson, a loser, naturally understood what Mr. Qi meant. He hummed twice, glanced at Mo Shichen, and said coldly: "His designs are all plagiarized. You'd better think clearly."
Plagiarism in the design definition is tantamount to killing one's heart.
Mo Shichen was so angry that he was about to get angry on the spot, but Tang Kexin stopped him and said to Wilson very calmly: "He doesn't protect plagiarism, but there are some people, so be careful."
You can take Mo Shichen's works as your own at will, which is obviously unkind.
Wilson wanted to say more, but his arm was already held by Mr. Qi.
Several men walked out of the studio with complicated expressions.
Wilson looked at Mr. Qi with some confusion, "Why don't you let me continue talking?"
"Tang Kexin and Yang Nuoyi are definitely related. You listen to me now and don't provoke her. Otherwise, if Yang Nuoyi seeks out the Xiao family to vent her anger, we will all have a hard time." Mr. Qi warned.
Wilson was unconvinced, "Then we let Mo Shichen become arrogant like this? That guy's strength can really crush us."
"You think I don't know how powerful he is? But now..." Mr. Qi turned around, glanced at Tang Kexin's studio again, and said in a deep voice, "This is not the time for us to fight."
"I think... we might as well do this." The thin designer, who had been silent just now, came over and said.
"How do you plan to come?" Mr. Qi looked at him.
The thin man immediately smiled and said: "It's very simple. We can find someone to steal his design draft and use it first. That's no problem."
Mr. Qi nodded. This was not the first time he had done this. He was familiar with the road.
In the meantime, here at the studio.
Tang Kexin's eyes darkened, "I think they will continue to cause trouble."
Mo Shichen nodded, "Yes... they will indeed do this. Based on my understanding of them, the next step should be to tamper with my design draft."
When Mr. Qi cheated other people, he was at the scene and saw it several times with his own eyes. Now he is no stranger to their operations. (To be continued)