Don’t Make Trouble, Mr. Bo!

   Chapter 737 Straight to the topic

   The vice president of Athua had a cold expression on his face: "Sorry, this award cannot be awarded to you!"

   Shen Qianrou's head was completely dazed at the moment, causing the simultaneous interpreter beside her to not understand!

   After a long time, the sentence floated and fell, and she suddenly reacted.

   "Not awarded?!"

  Because she was too surprised, her voice was uncontrollably sharp!

   "Why?"

   The champion that should belong to her is gone, and even the runner-up trophy is not awarded to her?

   "Why?" Athua narrowed his eyes and looked at Shen Qianrou with contempt, "Don't you know?"

   "Why do I know?! My work is so perfect, I didn't win the championship, I'm already patient, and now the runner-up has changed his mind temporarily. The awards ceremony of the dignified international fragrance competition is this level?"

   Anger filled her body, Shen Qianrou had reached a state where her mind was about to collapse.

   Vice President Athua was already staring at her angrily.

   "It is because of the presence of people like you that we lower the level of our entire awards ceremony!"

   At this moment, Jiang Rongrong and Su Heng's faces were completely pale.

   Jiang Rongrong even got closer to the stage, looking at Shen Qianrou with a look of fear and worry.

   "What the **** is going on here, why did the rankings that have already been determined suddenly change?"

   The audience was already full of doubts, and they had no idea what was going on!

   I was curious and doubtful. There were too many dramas tonight, and I couldn't help but look forward to what happened next.

   "Because someone reported her for plagiarism!"

  Athua's extremely angry and heavy voice fell heavily in the huge venue.

The sound of    seemed to be echoing in the big bell, and everyone who was shocked was buzzing, and they couldn't react for a long time.

  Shen Qianrou's angry and hideous face instantly faded from the blood, and all the expressions on her face froze.

   After a long time, she turned pale and shook her head, and involuntarily moved a few steps back.

   "No, I'm not a plagiarist! Someone else copied me!"

   Having said this, Shen Qianrou seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly cast her gaze down the stage.

   "Sister... No, Shen Fanxing, come out for me! Are you hurting me?! Shen Fanxing, come out for me! Come out and make it clear, are you framing me behind your back?!"

  Shen Qianrou stood on the stage and shouted to the audience with a heart-wrenching voice.

   She has been looking forward to it for so long, just to wait for this moment, why did she say that the place for the award was gone?

   Jiang Rongrong under the stage immediately turned gloomy when she heard Shen Qianrou mention Shen Fanxing.

   "Grandma, grandma, please help me find Shen Fanxing, she is hurting me, she is obviously copying me, why is it like this?!"

  Shen Qianrou saw Jiang Rongrong and hurriedly urged.

   Jiang Rongrong also turned around at the same time, almost irrationally walking towards the women in the crowd who looked like Shen Fanxing, and indiscriminately stretched out her hand to remove the face on the other party's face.

   "What are you doing!"

   "This mad woman!"

   "Go away! Don't touch me!"

   Various languages, all kinds of anger and accusations.

Jiang Rongrong was still unwilling to give up, "Shen Fanxing, you'd better stand up and explain it to me obediently, otherwise I won't be able to forgive you when you return to China! Evil obstacles! When are you going to give up on the situation?! "

   "Yeah! Go away! Do you want to die?!"

  When Jiang Rongrong was pulling someone else's mask, she almost grabbed someone else's hair, and the other party pushed her back in an instant!

   She stumbled, her feet crooked, and she fell to the ground.

   The already injured hand touched the ground, and there was a piercing pain.

   A group of soldiers heard the sound and came over, trying to force Jiang Rongrong out, but Su Heng helped him up from the ground first.

   "Sorry, I'll keep an eye on her!"

  Su Heng hugged Jiang Rongrong's shoulders and took her aside.

  Shen Qianrou bit her lip, and looked at Su Heng's figure with concern.

   "Brother Heng, help me find my sister, how could I copy her work..."

   Everyone looked at Shen Qianrou's appearance as if she had suffered a great grievance, and their hearts began to favor her.

   How can a person look so wronged and pitiful if he is not treated very unfairly?

   Even Feng Shuoguang couldn't stand it anymore, so he stood up and said in a deep voice:

   "There must be a misunderstanding here. Rosanna is my Feng Shuoguang's apprentice. She is not as good as others, so she would do things like plagiarism?"

  Athua looked at the chaos under the stage, and even had a headache.

   Seeing Feng Shuoguang, his eyes froze, Feng Shuoguang, he naturally recognized it.

   Since the development of the perfumery industry, there have been very few outstanding figures, large and small, even if you want to remember a few more, there are not many you can remember!

  Feng Shuoguang's position in the perfumery industry has been stable and influential.

   Hearing him say this, a hint of hesitation flashed in the eyes of the vice president of Athua.

  Shen Fanxing stood on the stage and hooked his lips, smiling coldly.

   This is the status quo of society, human nature is like this, no matter where it is, this kind of love for the house and Wu has always been everyone's subconscious.

   There is no room to even think about it.

   "Where is that Shen Fanxing standing, why don't you ask me first." Athua said.

   Shen Qianrou saw that there was room for things to turn around, and the expression on her face instantly relaxed a bit.

"So……"

   "Excuse me, when will my award be awarded? As a champion, I think tonight should be my home court."

   Shen Fanxing sounded indifferently, she looked at the vice president of Athua, her fluent French was full of coldness and indifference.

  Athua looked at her for a while, and said a little apologetically:

"Feel sorry!"

   She stood aside and motioned the host to continue.

   The host didn't know how to control the chaotic scene tonight. Now, seeing his boss's signal, he hurriedly walked to the center of the stage and said:

   "Then Princess Matilda is here to announce tonight's champion for us!"

   "God, Princess Matilda actually awarded the champion!"

   "Great honor, this year's champion, really lucky!"

   "Haha, yes, not only can I see such a good play, but also receive an award from Princess Matilda in person, I am a lucky one!"

   There was a warm applause from the audience. Although Princess Matilda is indeed very eye-catching, what they want to know more is the follow-up of the plagiarism incident of Rosanna and her sister.

  Princess Matilda walked out gracefully in warm applause.

   His gaze swept across the few people on the stage lightly, and after nodding with a smile to Athua, several leaders and the judges, he stood in front of the microphone.

  Everyone thought she would make some comments about Rosanna first, but they didn't expect her to go straight to the point.

   "I announce that the winner of the XX International Fragrance Competition "Fire-fly", congratulations to its designer-"

   (end of this chapter)