Although there are some eye-catching works in the following works, they are far from stunning. Not to mention compared with Murong Rong's works, even Song Hongfeng's works do not surpass them.
So that everyone was somewhat uninterested.
The display session ended soon, and Murong Rong proudly ranked first with a score of 501 points.
Song Hongfeng ranked second, but was 1.5 points behind Murong Rong. You must know that in this competition, a few points can often open up several spots.
Song Hongfeng gritted her teeth and lost...
Even though she knew it just now, when she really faced the result, she still couldn't accept it.
However, due to her friendly relationship with Murong Rong, she had to pretend to be happy.
It’s really not an ordinary frustration!
But, she would never let it go.
The host walked onto the stage holding the hem of the dress: "So far, all the contestants' works have been displayed. Now the rankings will be announced. The top thirty three will automatically advance, and the remaining contestants will be eliminated..."
"Wait a moment!"
When the host was about to read the list, a curly-haired designer stood up and said loudly: "Murong Rong deceived a girl who was only fourteen or fifteen years old for money, resulting in the girl and her mother being defrauded of all their savings.
Not to mention, she relied on the power in her hands to bully this poor mother and daughter, making their lives unsustainable. In the end, she could only hold up a banner on the roadside to seek justice for herself.
However, the relevant departments only expelled them and still refused to make decisions for them. Murong Rong is so cruel and ruthless. If the fashion design competition gives Murong Rong the first place in the semi-finals, what is the difference between it and condoning the murderer!
I propose to invalidate Murong Rong’s results, cancel her ranking, and give that orphan and widowed mother a way to survive!”
The curly hair stylist's words were very convincing, and his upright appearance was like a modern Bao Qingtian.
It's just that she seems to be making the decision for the mother and daughter, but in fact everyone in Xiao Jiujiu's heart knows it.
If the organizing committee of the Fengshang Fashion Design Competition really does this, no matter what the truth is, everyone will only believe that Murong Rongcai is so obsessed that he even defrauded children of their money.
They will also believe that in order to cover up his own mistakes, Murong Rong used the power in Rong Jiuci's hands to bully the poor mother and daughter.
When the time comes, the angry people are afraid that they will rush directly into Blooming and smash her studio. Even Rong Jiuci will inevitably be criticized verbally and in writing.
Murong Rong glanced at the host on the stage: "Didn't the organizer just say a word and let this contestant slander me?"
The host said: "The most important mission of our program team is to ensure the fairness of the competition. Others cannot interfere. However, although we choose designers, their character is also very important. There are countless designers with bad deeds and stains."
You can’t stay on this stage.”
"Really? It seems that the program team has already made a choice." Murong Rong's voice was cold, and his eyes were sharp, as if he had some insight.
The host subconsciously looked away, feeling very guilty.
In fact, she also knew that Murong Rong was probably wronged, but she had no choice. Someone wanted to punish her, and the program team also needed popularity and traffic.
Although Murong Rong is very good, or very good, she is also too good and has blocked the way of others.
As the saying goes, anything beautiful in the forest will destroy it.
Murong Rong is the big tree that is going to be destroyed.
Song Hongfeng put on a nervous look: "Rong Rong, why are they like this? Otherwise, you should leave it alone and call Jiu Ci. He will definitely have a solution."
Murong Rong did not speak. Song Hongfeng seemed to have provided her with a good suggestion, but in fact as long as Murong Rong did this, she would have jumped into the Yellow River and she would not be able to clean herself.
In fact, just between these few words, the audience in the live broadcast room had already stood up, and some people had begun to chase Murong Rong and curse.
If Murong Rong did not take immediate measures, no matter how good her public relations efforts were in the future, she would not be able to change her impression in the public mind.
Murong Rong tightened her hand on her side, the back of her hand was still swollen, and the hand that clenched her fingers was pulled so hard that it hurt a little.
In particular, the dress she made was complicated, and after working for so long, her fingers were already a little numb.
However, these pains made Murong Rong's mind clearer.
The host also began to urge: "Miss Mu, if you have no objections, you can leave now..."
Murong Rong interrupted before the host finished speaking.
She said: "According to relevant regulations, those who openly insult others through violence or other methods or fabricate facts to slander others shall bear criminal responsibility and shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not more than three years, criminal detention, public surveillance, or deprivation of political rights."
Her words sounded abrupt, but the meaning was very clear.
She was wrongly accused.
She doesn't mind using legal means to protect herself!
The host was stunned. After all, she was in the entertainment industry. She cared about reputation most and did not dare to go head-on with Murong Rong.
But the curly hair stylist was no longer afraid. She sneered and said, "Murong Rong, what do you mean by this? Are you threatening me?"
"No. I'm just reminding you what dangerous things you are currently doing. And since it is live broadcast, the circumstances will only become more serious when you are convicted. With good intentions, I suggest you be more careful when you speak.
.Otherwise, everything you say now is evidence against yourself."
"Take legal measures? Ha! If you can, call the police!" the curly hair stylist said with provocative eyes.
She was sure that Murong Rong was innocent and did not dare to provoke the police.
Unexpectedly, Murong Rong nodded and immediately took out his mobile phone: "Hello, 110? Someone is slandering my reputation in public."
At first, the curly hair stylist was still sneering. She just thought Murong Rong was pretending. How could Murong Rong call the police on the spot?
Absolutely impossible.
But soon, she saw that the leaders of the organizer were alarmed, and she also saw a figure flashing past the door that looked like a police uniform.
The curly hair stylist's heart skipped a beat. She didn't expect Murong Rong to be so bold.
Now that things have developed, the curly hair stylist has also given up.
"You insist on saying that I'm spreading rumors, so okay, just turn on your phone and have a look." Designer Juan Da said, opening the video of a middle-aged woman and a little girl crying on the roadside.
"Murong Rong, have you seen this? This is all your fault!"
"This is just a slander that this woman cannot blackmail."
Just as the curly hair stylist was about to hold on to it, the lights in the hall suddenly went out.
The sudden darkness interrupted her words, but soon the big screen on the stage lit up.
Two figures appeared on the screen, clearly a middle-aged woman and a young girl.
Her voice was sharp and her expression was ferocious, completely different from the pitiful look she had during the live broadcast.
"I'm telling you, if you don't compensate me one million today, don't even think about it!"