Zhou Qian suddenly came back from outside and said to Ji Xueyan, "Xueyan, it's not good!"

Hearing Zhou Qian's words, Ji Xueyan stood up from the sofa in a flash. She asked nervously, "What's wrong?"

Zhou Qian swallowed her saliva. She first glanced at Yang Qiu, then said, "I just received the notice that our Fenghua was disqualified from participating!"

"ah?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Xueyan instantly covered her handsome face with a layer of frost. "Why?

Who informed you?”

Zhou Qian frowned and said, "It is the person in charge of the organizing committee of the Huahua Competition. He just called me and told me that it was suspected of plagiarism and plagiarism in the design of our Fenghua clothing, so he was disqualified from participating."

"All nonsense!"

Ji Xueyan's eyes were stern, "They haven't seen our designs and works yet, why do they say they are plagiarism?"

Zhou Qian said, "I said the same, but the other party said that their design sample was touched seven days ago."

"If someone touched, it means that he was plagiarized?

Why did you insist that it was our Fenghua?”

Ji Xueyan was not angry.

Zhou Qian said again, "I said the same, but they said that there is evidence that our people have been to their place, and the evidence has been verified by the relevant appraisal department."

She paused and continued, "Anyway, I have raised all the questions, but the person in charge said that we would give us half an hour to pack up..." "And what?"

Ji Xueyan asked.

Zhou Qian hesitated for a moment and said, "He said... let's get out..." "It's really outrageous!"

Ji Xueyan clenched her pink fist and said angrily, "We can't just leave like this. We don't admit it if he just calls him to convict Fenghua of this nonsense!"

Zhou Qian bit her lip. She was about to say something when she heard someone knocking on the door.

She first glanced at Yang Qiu and Ji Xueyan, then turned around and opened the door. As soon as the door opened, she saw a young man in suit standing at the door.

"May I ask..." Zhou Qian looked at the man and asked.

When the man saw Zhou Qian, he looked stunned for a moment. Then he handed a document to Zhou Qian and said, "I am Zhou Qiang, a staff member of the China Clothing Competition. This is the competition abstention letter that Mr. Zhao asked me to send you Fenghua."

“A waiver?

What's the meaning?"

Zhou Qian was stunned. She looked straight at the man in front of her and did not take the information.

Zhou Qiang nodded and said, "That kind of thing has never happened since the Chinese Clothing Competition was held. Mr. Zhao said that you Fenghua was also a first-time offender. In order to take into account the face issue, he decided to deal with this matter."

When Ji Xueyan heard Zhou Qiang's words, she sat on the sofa. She knew that the organizer would not give Fenghua any chance to breathe! Yang Qiu, who had not spoken, suddenly stood up at this time. He walked to the door, first looked at the young man in front of him, and then a smile appeared on his face.

He said, "Thank you Mr. Zhou, come in and sit down, let us discuss and sign it."

Seeing that there was a man in the room, Zhou Qiang was obviously stunned again, but then his face showed a disdainful look and said, "There is no need to sit down, and what else do you have to discuss?"

He paused and continued, "The facts are in front of him. Mr. Zhao's handling of this has given Fenghua the greatest face..." Yang Qiu did not let him say the following words, but put his arm on Zhou Qiang's shoulder as soon as he reached out and took the information from Zhou Qiang with his other hand.

This small action made Zhou Qiang's face look ugly in an instant.

Because although it was just a small move, Yang Qiu's arm was on Zhou Qiang's shoulder, which made him feel like he weighed more than a hundred pounds, and he almost couldn't resist and sat directly on the ground.

At this moment, Yang Qiu still had a smile on his face and said, "Come in and sit!"

Zhou Qiang swallowed his saliva, and he blinked and said, "I... I'm just a errand-running message. It's useless for you to make things difficult for me!"

However, Yang Qiu didn't listen to his nonsense. He pulled Zhou Qiang into the room with force, and then looked at Zhou Qian sideways.

Zhou Qian immediately understood and immediately closed the door and locked it.

Zhou Qiang sat on the sofa, and he pressed his knees with both hands nervously. Yang Qiu put his arm on his shoulder just now. He felt that his kneecap was about to break! Yang Qiu smiled faintly and said, "I know you are just a sender. You may not know many things. As long as you answer my questions properly, I will not make things difficult for you."

Zhou Qiang blinked again and said, "You...please say it."

At this time, Ji Xueyan and Zhou Qian both stared at Zhou Qiang tightly, and they each had different guesses in their hearts.

Yang Qiu smiled again and said, "What is Mr. Zhao's name you mentioned? Where is he now?"

"Zhao... Mr. Zhao is called Zhao Bei, he...he is now doing the competition ring handover work in the main venue."

“Where is the main venue?”

Yang Qiu knew that this Chinese Clothing Competition was at the Yanjing Horizontal Stadium, where the venue was very large. If you don’t know the specific location of Zhao Bei, you will never find anyone else in two hours.

"In... in... in... in Lounge No. 3 in the swimming area..." Zhou Qiang said, looking at Yang Qiu timidly.

Before coming here, they all knew that the team of Fenghua Clothing participated in this competition was just a few women, and no one told him that there was another man here.

Moreover, this man even felt a little scary in Zhou Qiang's eyes.

"very good!"

Yang Qiu smiled again, then stood up and said to Ji Xueyan and Zhou Qian beside him, "Don't react at all before you figure it out."

Ji Xueyan and Zhou Qian nodded at the same time.

Yang Qiu said again, "You can take care of this Zhou Qiang first."

Upon hearing this, Ji Xueyan and Zhou Qian looked at each other, and their expressions were full of surprise.

After Yang Qiu said that, he turned around and came to Zhou Qiang again. This time he sat opposite Zhou Qiang.

Seeing Yang Qiu sitting opposite, Zhou Qiang, who had just relaxed, became nervous again. "Sir, I have other jobs, if nothing is wrong..." He said, and was about to get up and leave.

Yang Qiu couldn't let him leave. He raised his hand and put it on Zhou Qiang's knee. A force accumulated in his palm and injected it into Zhou Qiang's legs in one second.

At this moment, Zhou Qiang felt a numb feeling suddenly coming from his knees, and then his legs fell down directly. He raised his eyes and looked at Yang Qiu in horror.

He wanted to say something else, but found that he could only open his mouth but couldn't make any sound. He wanted to struggle to stand up, but he couldn't exert any effort.

In an instant, Zhou Qiang felt as if he had seen the God of Death, with endless panic between his eyes, and a message of begging for mercy was also sent in his eyes.
Chapter completed!