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Chapter 7: I can wait until everyone is done.

Zhang Yueyan also seemed extremely considerate: "Yes, I remember Zhao Dade had a grandmother, so he hurried home to accompany your half-dead grandmother. I don't know if there will be a chance to see you again in this life when I go in."

When Bai Huahua heard Zhang Yueyan say this, tears were about to fall. She looked at Xu Hui hiding behind Zhang Yueyan, but Xu Hui never looked at her.

Zhao Qingluo has never had any expression, but when Zhang Yueyan mentioned her grandmother, her originally calm face suddenly restrained.

"As a peer, in order to record the customer's intentions and requirements in detail, you should know that designers carry recorders with you."

Zhang Yueyan was shocked. Could it be...what did she record last night? She looked at Zhao Qingluo and lost her arrogance just now: "What do you... mean?"

Zhao Qingluo curled her lips and smiled, pressing the play button.

"She can give me more money."

As soon as this sentence was released, Xu Hui's face turned pale. He glared at Zhao Qingluo: "You... a bitch, you actually recorded the audio."

"This is called professionalism." Zhao Qingluo was too lazy to look at Xu Hui.

Seeing Xu Hui's appearance, Zhang Yueyan felt like she had eaten rat shit.

She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, and a sentence came from the venue: "The bidding will start soon, please come in immediately."

Zhao Qingluo stepped on her high heels and pulled Huahua to the venue.

Almost as soon as Zhao Qingluo found her seat, she heard the host's voice sound.

"Now, please invite Miss Zhang Yueyan, the representative of Sheng Jin's creativity, to express their creativity."

It almost gave Zhang Yueyan a chance to show off at home, and it was a first-rate and special publicity, which showed Sheng Jin's determination to win.

Zhang Yueyan glared at Zhao Qingluo proudly, twisted the water snake's waist and went on stage: "Our studio is one of the best studios in China, and it is different from the unknown small studios."

As she said that, she glared at Zhao Qingluo specifically, and then raised her bright and down-looking face: "So our creative concept is as good as ever - luxury, using the medieval palace main design, combined with the most prosperous Tang Dynasty elements in history, Jinhua Company started out in jewelry, with a magnificent and noble atmosphere, luxurious to every detail decoration, every customer can experience the experience like the Queen of England..."

Zhang Yueyan's voice continued, but the renderings she made made people mistakenly think that she was in a medieval palace.

The client in the audience nodded in approval, and the client A said, "I think this idea is good."

The client B nodded: "This idea is good, but not novel enough, and a bit ordinary."

After Zhang Yueyan's demonstration, there were several studios in the middle. However, Zhang Yueyan did not leave. Instead, she whispered but arrogantly talked to the client about something, as if she had seized the design rights. She was already integrating the revision opinions, and even occupied the interpretation time of the subsequent studios several times.

The next few studios were also in a depressed mood, probably understanding their position as a foil.

Until Zhao Qingluo came on stage, Zhao Qingluo almost stood up, and the venue where people's hearts were already floating was quiet for a moment.

Zhao Qingluo's almost impeccable and elegant beauty is the stunning and sharpness that makes people unable to remove their eyes, making any unnecessary sounds feel ashamed of themselves.

But when looking at the judges, I smiled gently and politely: "I can wait for you to finish your work first."
Chapter completed!
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