Hurrying slowly, Bai Qingluo finally returned to Chaoqi as quickly as possible.
When I arrived at the design department, I saw a group of people surrounding Ren Weilong's table.
She stepped forward and arrived in front of Ren Weilong, "What's going on?"
"You're back. Come and see for yourself."
Ren Weilong gave up his position.
On the computer screen is a comparison of two garments. The left is Bai Qingluo's design, and the right is a new product launched by an international luxury brand last year.
The main styles of the two skirts are almost the same.
Bai Qingluo narrowed her eyes, her compelling aura spread invisible, and Ren Weilong who was standing next to her felt the chill.
"It's really not my fault. This is going to be launched as a new product. Fans of this brand will definitely say that you copied them."
"This was launched last year, and it was specifically emphasized that this is our classic brand silhouette."
Ren Weilong has had work exchanges with this brand, so he has some knowledge of the brand's clothing style.
He carefully glanced at Bai Qingluo, feeling more and more that the tone of his words was getting stronger.
Bai Qingluo already roughly understood, "I didn't plagiarize. This element is unique to our country's ancient costumes. It was originally intended to make it easier for women to ride horses, so I made a flat and bifurcated design in the front."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.
Everyone looked at each other and discussed a few words from time to time.
"Why have I never seen such an element? Does it really exist?"
"I don't know. Mr. Bai said there is, so there should be, right?"
These people's suspicions fell into Bai Qingluo's ears, causing her to slowly close her eyes and endure her anger.
Ren Weilong said for everyone what they dare not say.
"Our knowledge reserve of ancient times is not as rich as yours, and we don't know whether what you said is true or false. There is no way to verify this." Ren Weilong frowned tightly, "It's just that we can't prove now whether this is a unique element of our country.
, there will be criticism if it is used rashly on our new winter products.”
He suggested that Bai Qingluo should not be used for the time being. "We will adopt this design after we have sufficient evidence."
"Why should things that belong to our own country be given unique silhouettes by other countries?"
Bai Qingluo rejected Ren Weilong's proposal.
This is the horse-faced skirt she has worn since she was a child. How did it become a classic silhouette of another country’s brand?
"Put this dress aside for now. I will give you an explanation after I investigate it. This is our culture and I will not compromise on this aspect."
Ren Weilong nodded helplessly, "Then I'll wait for your news."
The corners of his lowered eyes showed his attitude.
Bai Qingluo doesn’t believe how, after hundreds of years, one of the traditional types of skirts, the horse-faced skirt, has become another brand?
She must investigate and find out why.
After returning home, Bai Qingluo read a lot of information and consulted a lot of papers, and found that no one discussed the horse-faced skirt on the Internet.
The only thing that has some relevance is the praise for the brand that uses horse-faced skirt elements.
How is this possible? The horse-faced skirt is obviously a traditional costume of China, but only four to five hundred years ago, no one remembers it at all?
Bai Qingluo realized that people in this era have gradually forgotten the treasures left by their ancestors in the past.
She sighed, her head aching slightly.
Not finding anything on the Internet that could prove her statement, Bai Qingluo returned to the Luo family villa in a depressed mood.
Lying on the sofa, she carefully thought about how she could prove to everyone that she was not lying.
Luo Yanchen came back from the company and saw the listless little woman on the sofa.
He went over and held Bai Qingluo in his arms.
"Are you frustrated at work?"
"Who can make me feel angry..." Bai Qingluo found a comfortable position in his arms and leaned against her, and sighed again.
I have never looked so depressed before.
Luo Yanchen slid his hand down her hair, "Can you tell me what exactly happened?"
"Husband and wife are one, and I hope I can help you solve your problem."
When Bai Qingluo heard this, she buried her face in his chest and her voice became muffled.
"They said my design was copied from a foreign brand. But I obviously just used traditional elements of our country, and they were the ones committing cultural appropriation."
"I checked a lot of information on the Internet, but I didn't find anyone discussing horse-faced skirts."
What makes Bai Qingluo feel even sadder is, "It seems that I am the only one who remembers..."
Luo Yanchen hugged her tightly, pressed the back of her head, and brought Bai Qingluo closer to him.
A woman who has never shown her vulnerable side in front of outsiders, just crying makes people feel heartbroken.
"Don't cry."
Bai Qingluo's body froze, and her tears fell unexpectedly, wetting the front of Luo Yanchen's chest.
He sighed slightly and held her tighter.
The silent comfort broke people's defenses even more, and made Bai Qingluo feel deeply aggrieved.
After sobbing quietly for a while, he raised his head from Luo Yanchen's arms.
"Sorry, I lost my temper."
"In front of me, there is no need to use the word gaffe."
Luo Yanchen hopes that he can become Bai Qingluo's support, so that she can have a harbor to rely on when she doesn't want to work hard.
"Since we can't find relevant information online, we'll go find professional historians. Since it's a cultural relic that existed, they should do some research on it."
Bai Qingluo thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.
Luo Yanchen spent the next two days contacting historians in Beicheng and even across the country for Bai Qingluo, and learned that a historian with research on horse-faced skirts was conducting archaeological research at a cemetery on the outskirts of Beicheng.
Luo Yanchen immediately took Bai Qingluo there.
"Hello, Mr. Luo, thank you for your strong support for our archaeological operation. This fund comes at the right time!"
The historian's name is Liu Mingcheng, who is the leader of this archaeological operation.
He shook hands with Luo Yanchen, because his weathered and wrinkled face was smiling from ear to ear.
Luo Yanchen simply said hello, "I came here this time to discuss horse-faced skirts with you, professor. After asking around, I heard that you have done a lot of research on horse-faced skirts. We want to learn from you."
"So that's it. Not many people know about horse-faced skirts now!"
Liu Mingcheng was a little surprised. He didn't expect Luo Yanchen to come here for the horse-faced skirt.
Luo Yanchen said modestly, "My wife is a designer of Hanfu, and I want to use elements of horse-faced skirts in this design. But now no one understands this thing, and it was used by foreign brands first. Now our own
It’s really a shame that something is being accused of plagiarism.”
Liu Mingcheng opened his eyes wide, "How can this be reasonable? The horse-faced skirt has always been a traditional costume of our country!"
"Where is Madam Luo? Can you let me and Madam have a detailed chat?"
Only then did Luo Yanchen realize that Bai Qingluo was not with him.
After arriving in this suburb, she felt a little lost.
Seeing Bai Qingluo standing motionless not far away, Luo Yanchen felt uneasy in his heart.