"Yes, don't worry, there should be no problem." After Wilson said this, he felt guilty.
Will there be no problem?
I'm afraid it won't be a huge problem.
Thinking of this, Wilson's heart was in his throat, and he stared at the patent website that Tang Ke opened.
What was displayed on the big screen at the moment were Mo Shichen's design drafts. Each design draft had a patent logo on it. Most of what appeared now was the same as what Wilson had released just now.
However, the time for applying for the patent was before Wilson's file.
Tang Ke was afraid that no one would believe it, so he walked towards the CEO and said politely: "Please call the CEO to the design patent department to verify whether Mo Shichen has actually applied for a patent."
The CEO looked deeply at Tang Kexin.
There is no need to make any more phone calls now. In fact, there is no way that the webpage is fake, and it is even less likely that the data on the webpage is fake.
But he wanted the people at the scene to be more convinced that the call had to be made.
Ever since, I saw the CEO dialing the number of the design patent department.
They had already received arrangements from Second Young Master Xiao and were waiting for this call.
Hearing the CEO's voice, he said: "Yes, all of Mo Shichen's design works have been patented here.
He is the sole owner of the work. Other than him, no one else has the right to dispose of the work. Anything similar to his work is considered plagiarism."
With the explanation from the patent department, everyone looked at Mr. Qi and the designers around him.
It was completely silent at first, with no one talking, but after the extreme silence, an extremely lively discussion broke out.
"Unexpectedly, the plagiarists actually clamored that others plagiarized, which is really rubbish."
"Isn't Mr. Qi's designer very capable? Why do we still need to take the path of plagiarism?"
"They are the ones who are said to be the most talented people, but they can also be completed immediately. All their previous works were plagiarized."
"Tsk, tsk... Chaiziwo, it's really jaw-dropping."
…
These words were getting worse and worse, and Mr. Qi and Wilson's faces turned blue and white, and soon they were as exciting as a color palette.
Vivian stood there, not knowing what to say.
She clearly wanted to see Tang Kexin and Mo Shichen make a fool of themselves just now, but now it's like this.
How will she end it?
"Now the truth is here. Our studio has never plagiarized. Do you believe it?" Angel interrupted everyone's discussion.
Many people nodded in agreement after hearing this.
"Of course, Mo Shichen's talent is obvious to all, so how could he plagiarize it?"
"Yes, this is an own mistake. It was Mr. Qi and Wilson who listened to their problems."
"We believe in Mo Shichen's talent."
Seeing that their direction had changed so quickly, Angel went to look at Vivian who was trying to hide over there, and said with a smile: "Miss Vivian, do you still remember what you just said?"
Vivian frowned, greeted Angel several times in her mind, and then said: "Of course I remember, plagiarists must get out of this circle.
And they have to apologize on Weibo for a month, President Qi and the others must do this."
After the words fell, she was afraid that Angel would drag her in, so she quickly added: "This is talking about Mr. Qi and Wilson, not me, Vivian. I am an original person and have never plagiarized."
"You..." Mr. Qi's eyes widened, a little annoyed. (To be continued)