Copying someone else's style?
Wen Yan was instantly stunned, then said, "Zhuo Feng, explain it more clearly."
As she spoke, she walked out of the hall.
Standing in the courtyard, she felt it was inconvenient not to have a car.
She should have bought a car earlier.
Wen Yan walked out of the villa and headed towards the company. As she walked, Zhuo Feng explained the whole story to her.
When Wen Yan heard this, she finally understood that someone was causing trouble. She then instructed, "Zhuo Feng, have someone go to the reception room to wait for me first."
"I'll be there shortly."
Zhuo Feng readily agreed, "Okay, President Wen."
After hanging up the phone, Wen Yan took a bus to the city.
Half an hour later.
Wen Yan arrived at the reception room and saw a woman dressed in fashionable elements sitting upright in a chair.
She smiled and said, "Hello, I am Wen Yan, the president of this studio."
Zhuo Feng said obsequiously from the side, "This is our President Wen."
The woman sized up Wen Yan, then slammed her hand on the table and exclaimed, "You are Wen Yan, the woman who stole the ancient style elements we painstakingly developed."
"You say I stole your ancient style elements, then I'd like to ask, do we know each other?" Wen Yan felt that the person in front of her was here to cause trouble.
Seeing this, the woman took out a few papers from her bag and threw them onto the table, her tone unfriendly, "President Wen, take a good look."
"Do you need to give me a reasonable explanation?"
The woman had an obvious accusatory attitude.
Wen Yan picked up the papers on the table, scanned them briefly, and her expression changed.
The ancient style depicted in these papers was exactly the same as the learning materials Leng Xunze had given her.
The woman saw Wen Yan stunned and said, "President Wen, I heard that you used my design style to create several works for Director Ye."
"Don't you think this is plagiarism of my style now?"
Wen Yan really wanted to ask Leng Xunze what was going on with that learning material at the time, but on second thought, she felt Leng Xunze had no reason to set a trap for her.
Thinking this, Wen Yan calmed down, "When I used it, I didn't know it was your style. Now that you are here, I guess there is a reasonable solution!"
She wanted to know what the other party's purpose was.
"President Wen, I've heard some of your past achievements. I don't want to waste any more words. As long as you publicly apologize online, saying you plagiarized my work and are a fraud, and compensate our company with a huge bonus, this matter will be settled."
Miss Song only wanted to see Wen Yan ruined to help her make a comeback.
Now she could go back and report to Miss Song.
Compared to Miss Song, what ability did Wen Yan in front of her have to be Mrs. Leng?
Wen Yan chuckled when she heard the other party's conditions, "Tell me, who sent you here?"
"What?" The woman was a little stunned.
Shouldn't she follow her instructions and publicly apologize and compensate her?
What was going on?
Wen Yan looked into the woman's eyes, "Didn't you understand? Fine, let me explain it to you in detail. You might truly be the creator of the ancient style. Normally, if someone plagiarized my style, I wouldn't negotiate terms with them, but would directly defend my rights."
"As fellow designers, I think you should also know how infuriating it is to have your hard work plagiarized."
The woman felt a little flustered hearing Wen Yan's coherent analysis. To uphold her deal with Song Na, she gritted her teeth and glared at her, "What does President Wen want to say? I am giving you a chance. Do you really want to escalate this matter?"
The Song family, as a top influential family in the capital, naturally had immense power.
And how could a mere country bumpkin see through her! It was just a simple test.
Wen Yan sneered, "Since you won't say who sent you, then please leave."
"President Wen, you should think carefully about the consequences!" The woman immediately stood up from her chair, her expression changing drastically.
She said calmly, "I have thought about the consequences when I said that. Zhuo Feng, see the guest out!"
The woman did not expect Wen Yan to be so assertive and pretended to be indignant, "President Wen, if this is your attitude, then we will have to do what we have to do."
Zhuo Feng walked to the woman's side and said gently, "This way, please."
The woman snorted and walked towards the door.
Wen Yan, with her back to the woman, called out to her, reminding her, "You should know best how you got the design drafts from my desk."
"Since you want to pursue this, I also want to pursue the matter of someone breaking into my office and stealing my design drafts."
The woman was taken aback and looked at Wen Yan's back, "President Wen..."
Before she could finish speaking, Wen Yan continued, "You can examine them carefully. Those few drawings you claim I plagiarized your ancient style elements from have incorporated other elements, so they can only be considered inspiration."
Seeing Wen Yan's sharp tongue, the woman issued a threat, "I originally wanted to resolve this amicably with President Wen, but since President Wen insists on this, then I have no choice. We'll see."
As she spoke, the woman turned and left.
At that time, Song Na had come to her with the design drafts, and she had found it unexpected. Now, she realized that those design drafts might indeed have been stolen.
However, this did not affect her much.
But regarding President Leng, she still needed to inform Miss Song.
Originally, she thought the matter would proceed smoothly, but she didn't expect Wen Yan to be so eloquent.
She almost faltered.
When Wen Yan heard the footsteps behind her gradually fading away, she turned back to her office. When Zhuo Feng came to report the situation, she instructed, "Zhuo Feng, have you retrieved the surveillance footage I asked for!"
Zhuo Feng looked somewhat hesitant, "President Wen, the camera was blocked, and the person couldn't be seen clearly, so I didn't copy it."
As she had expected, it seemed that the theft of the design drafts was done by someone within the studio.
Who could it be!
As she was thinking, she suddenly remembered someone and quickly asked, "Has the finance department returned? And who was the last one to leave last night?"
Zhuo Feng thought for a moment and shook his head, then listed the names of the designers who had worked overtime last night.
Wen Yan felt a headache coming on. She sighed, "When the finance department returns, have them come find me directly."
"Okay, President Wen." Zhuo Feng nodded.
She waved her hand, "You can go out now."
Zhuo Feng exited the office.
When the surroundings became quiet, she pondered, could it be the finance department?
...
At the same time.
Song Na drove to the bottom of Leng's building and received a call from an unknown number.
She saw the number and answered, "What is it?"
"It seems I underestimated her. Since she's suspicious, then stir up more trouble."
"Don't worry about President Leng, I'll handle him. Your task is to make Wen Yan infamous. Don't forget our agreement."
Not knowing what the other party said, Song Na raised an eyebrow, hung up the phone, and walked into the lobby.
As she was about to take the elevator, the receptionist stopped her, "Miss Song, do you have an appointment?"
Song Na frowned, "You should know my relationship with your President Leng."
"What, you don't recognize me after a few visits?"