Suddenly, the woman in the silver-gray suit coughed lightly and said to everyone: "Hello everyone, this is the list of the finalists of our company this time. Please select one hundred shortlisted contestants. Oh, no, it's ninety-nine.
Contestants are preparing for the second round of finals starting today.
The second round of decisions will be held in two months.
If you can stand out in the second round of the final selection, it means that you have embarked on the glorious road to advertising star!
From the ninety-nine finalists, the last thirty lucky ones will be selected in the second round, let us work together to become one of these thirty lucky ones!"
After the woman in the silver suit said this, her emotions varied.
Some people are really happy and some are sad. When they heard the shortlist of finalists and they were in the middle of the list, everyone was just happy, hugging their friends, making victory signs, screaming, and whistling.
The sounds come and go.
As for those who were not shortlisted, some people also complained that the judges were blind and looked down on their own works, even though they were obviously very good.
Fortunately, lmh company is also a company with a relaxed culture. Although the voices of the winners were a bit noisy, the woman in the suit only gave a polite warning and then turned around and left.
But at this moment, the woman felt her clothes being pulled by someone, and she frowned in disgust. What's going on?
Even if someone loses the election, they won’t be so ungrateful!
Turning her head, the woman found that the person holding her was an oriental woman. The woman was very young, only about ten years old, with skin as delicate as porcelain, a pair of dark eyes, long dark hair, wearing a black T-shirt, and a very pretty face.
Exquisite, but at this moment, his eyes are radiating an anxious expression like a blazing fire.
She repeated over and over again in fluent English: "Miss, can you read the list again? I don't believe my name is not in it!"
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The female secretary frowned, knowing that this was the case!
Every time the results of the competition are announced, there are always some losers who feel that they have not failed.
However, this is the result of fair selection by many judges. How could a little girl change it?
What's more, this is an Oriental, a yellow race.
Although London does not discriminate against foreigners, in any industry, it is naturally biased towards locals.
What's more, the creative ability of Asians has always been questioned in the fashion industry.
So the female secretary just frowned and said: "Miss, since you have come to compete, you must be able to afford to lose. If you were not on the list just now, then you are not shortlisted!"
"I don't believe it! There's no way I won't be shortlisted! I ranked very high during the audition, ranked within thirty, and I will definitely be shortlisted this time!"
"Miss, even if you rank high in the audition, it doesn't mean you can rank high in the final, because the auditions and finals submit different works!" the female secretary explained.
But the oriental woman looked reluctant: "Miss, please show me the list again, please give me one more look!"
The female secretary was really impatient, but she wanted to maintain the image of the group. She saw that some eyes were looking over here, and she was helpless. She could only ask someone to make a copy of the list in her hand, and stuffed it into