The assistant pushed the door open and rushed in.
"Grandmaster."
Lagerfeld was awakened by his tactless voice. He took his hand away and looked at him unhappily with his eyes: "Who allowed you to come in? Don't you know you should knock before coming in?"
The assistant was sweating profusely, and he didn't care about his scolding. He quickly handed the tablet over and said, "Master, take a look at this."
"What? It's in the news so soon." Lagerfeld took the tablet nonchalantly and thought the same as his assistant, that it was news about Tao Leyi plagiarizing him.
There is also the black material about Chengfeng Group being indignant after being exposed for plagiarism and deliberately suppressing the female star LLi.
He even anticipated what kind of uproar the news would cause online, so he specifically contacted the senior executives of the social software he knew, hoping that they would spare no effort to provide traffic and popularity after the news came out, and at the same time, help boost his KPI.
Before he took the tablet, the corners of his mouth curled up with interest, waiting to see the joke.
Until he recognized the words on it.
Lagerfeld sat up straight with a jerk, changing his previous nonchalant attitude of waiting to see a joke.
His face was livid, his hand tightly grasped the tablet, and he asked his assistant harshly: "Where did you find this!"
The assistant was startled, and hurriedly avoided his murderous gaze, hesitating: "Gong, everyone in the studio knows. I asked them for it..."
Lagerfeld closed his eyes when he heard this, his heart sank to the bottom of the valley, dark and gloomy: "You mean everyone has seen it?"
He suddenly remembered the vague glances those people had cast on him when he first entered the door.
At that time, although he was unhappy, he felt that they had seen the draft of his press conference, so they were looking at him.
now think of it…
Lagerfeld felt like he was stripped naked and paraded through the streets, and only then did he realize what those gazes meant.
His face was burning with pain.
The shame, anger, and resentment of being fooled by others rushed to the top of his head. "Big, probably."
"!" Lagerfeld suppressed the buzzing in his ears and stared at his assistant. It seemed as if he could see through the assistant to the person manipulating the situation behind the scenes.
A sweet taste surged up in his throat, and he used the tip of his tongue to suppress it: "You should immediately find a way to suppress this news, no matter what connections you have!"
"Okay." The assistant understood the seriousness of the matter and prepared to do it without him urging him.
Before leaving, the assistant wanted to ask him to return the tablet, but seeing Lagerfeld's red face and ferocious look, he didn't dare to say a word.
I had to leave my colleague's tablet inside for the time being and see if I could find a chance to take it out later.
The door to the workshop closed.
Lagerfeld closed his eyes tightly, then opened them again, picked up the tablet in his hand again, and stared at the news on it.
It was a news item about an 18th-tier male model who came forward to accuse him of harassment. The news item detailed that this male model had been the most promising newcomer more than a decade ago, but for some unknown reason he was still not doing as well as he had hoped in his thirties.
In addition, there is another person who makes Lagerfeld most frightened.
At that time, Nie's female designer also accepted an interview with the media, and calmly stated in front of the camera that she did not plagiarize more than ten years ago.
But he was framed.
The reason she was framed was because her deputy at the time was involved in a sex scandal and she wanted to settle the scandal.
The deputy teamed up with her then boss, stole her design draft and gave it to the designer of a rival company, and then came forward to accuse her of plagiarism.
This led to her downfall.
(End of this chapter)