Compared with the level of domestic competitions, those who can sit on the stage now are the best perfumers in various countries, and their overall level is really several levels higher.

It can be said that this group of people represents the top level in the global perfume industry.

Even in such occasions where the prides of heaven gather, Yun Qing is a unique existence.

She has a beautiful appearance and excellent temperament. In addition, the 9.9 billion that Bei Ming Yexuan just invested, the competition is in China, which is the most popular place.

Combining the various advantages, Yun Qing undoubtedly became the focus of the scene.

This inevitably makes perfumers from other countries jealous.

In their country, wherever they go, they are the most star-studded existences. No one expected that in this sacred temple that they were looking forward to day and night, all the limelight would be stolen by a woman.

How can this group of arrogant perfumers tolerate this?

So, during the self-introduction session, Monica, the e-country perfume champion, handed the microphone to Yun Qing, and her tone was filled with unconcealed contempt and disdain, "Yun Qing, I heard that your work that won the championship was actually plagiarized... Don't you need to explain this matter?"

Yun Qing glanced at the proud woman and smiled slightly, "Miss, you made a mistake. The real person suspected of plagiarism is Miss Yun Qianrou."

Yun Qianrou, who was sitting at the edge of the road, was so angry that her face twisted a little.

Monica glanced at Yun Qianrou with disgusting eyes, but she still did not let Yun Qing go, "Isn't there a saying in your country that you should not make your family shame public? This Yun Qianrou is still your sister, right? You openly accused your sister of plagiarism in front of so many internationally friendly people..."

She smiled, not hiding her ridicule, "This drama is really wonderful."

Other perfumers around him made sarcastic laughter at the right time.

"After all, aren't they all surnamed Yun, aren't they all from H?"

"Sisters accused each other of plagiarism. When this news reached our country, the perfumers in our entire country were stunned..."

"No, it's unimaginable that such a sacred thing can cause such a scandal!"

"Only they can do such a shameful thing!"

When the audience heard these words, they could not tell that these people were united to target Yun Qing?

To humiliate their country.

They were almost furious on the spot.

Some of them looked at Yun Qing with dissatisfaction, thinking that she would not be able to speak on the occasion, which would make H country embarrassed.

But most people go to glar at Yun Qianrou.

"It's all caused by this shameless woman. I don't know where she got her confidence, but she dares to sit on it..."

The barrage in the live broadcast room was even more visible, and for a moment, there were voices scolding Yun Qianrou everywhere.

Yun Qianrou lowered her head from beginning to end, didn't say anything, and couldn't see the expression on her face clearly.

Yun Qing's eyes were light and she didn't say anything on the spot. It was her turn to introduce herself. She stood up gracefully, smiled, and said slowly, "Mr. Gibran, can I ask you a few questions?"

Gibran sat in the judges' seat. He obviously had a great affection for Yun Qing. He heard her words and was a little curious, "You said."

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