Chapter 852: Chapter 852: Embarrassing on the International Level (1)

Duan Jingtao stared blankly at the information about the work.

In that moment, it felt as if he couldn’t hear anything at all.

It was like a massive hammer had descended from the sky, striking his head, leaving his mind blank and his ears ringing.

He blinked his eyes in disbelief, trying to make sure he wasn’t seeing things wrong.

But the name “Si Fuqing” was unmistakably there.

Black and white on paper, each inch of it stinging his vision.

Duan Jingtao’s face burned with embarrassment, a feeling he’d never experienced before, almost knocking him off his feet.

“This is a mistake!” Duan Jingtao shouted in impotent rage, “My junior sister embroidered the ‘Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains’! It’s this one!”

How could it possibly be Si Fuqing’s?

Si Fuqing was a celebrity, always setting up personas in the entertainment industry. How could she know embroidery?

Everyone else was equally stunned, unable to speak.

With red eyes and bulging veins on his forehead, Duan Jingtao accused, “You must have contacted the show in advance to change the name! This is my junior sister’s work! You stole her work! I’m going to expose you in the entertainment industry!”

“Even without the label, I embroidered my name on the picture.” Si Fuqing said coolly, “How blind must you be to miss it? Here, let me recommend an ophthalmologist for you. Or maybe you should see a neurologist.”

“Wait, there’s a name here.” The male intern suddenly snapped out of it, pointing to the bottom left corner of the embroidery, excitedly, “Great Xia Empire, Si Fuqing, goddess, it’s really you! Wow, this is amazing! The central hall’s unique honor!”

The name and nationality were intricately woven, blending perfectly with the mountains and rivers.

Just the right amount, neither too much nor too little.

Perfectly executed.

Yet not impossible to discern.

Song Wenhua also noticed, her smile freezing.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Si Fuqing could embroider too?

Song Wenhua had considered dropping this variety show because she had her art entrance exam at the end of the month and the college entrance exam in June, leaving her with no time.

But opportunities with Great Xia TV were rare, so she took it.

Si Fuqing was even busier, taking the same college entrance exam, and was said to be competing in a gaming tournament.

Where did she find the time?

Duan Jingtao was dumbfounded, utterly incredulous, “Then where is my junior sister’s picture? She clearly submitted her work too!”

He had boasted for so long, using all the beautiful words, only to praise the wrong person?

What Duan Jingtao found even harder to accept was that his praises weren’t just because he had a favorable impression of Ji Qingwei, but because he genuinely admired the embroidery.

All his sincere feelings went to the wrong person.

Just as Duan Jingtao was seething, a few staff members brought a rack and unrolled a scroll on it.

This embroidery didn’t receive the same treatment as Si Fuqing’s “Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains,” not even protected by a glass case.

The embroidery simply had the words “Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains” stitched on it, but lacked the grandeur.

Interns and celebrity guests were stunned by the two pieces.

The male intern stammered, “God-goddess, do you know the second miss of the Ji family too? How are your work…?”

They were practically identical.

Just not capturing the essence.

Although Si Fuqing had known about this, it was her first time seeing Ji Qingwei’s work.

Her fox-like eyes narrowed, “I don’t know. I’d like to know how this happened too.”

“Do we even need to ask?” The male intern became excited, “This is plagiarism! Complete plagiarism!”

He placed the pieces together, and the lines matched exactly.

In the art circle, this would be grounds for public shaming.

Duan Jingtao was even more dumbfounded, completely lost.

What on earth was happening?

At the back.

Director Qin squinted, “Ji Qingwei’s picture is a copy of Teacher Si’s? How did she copy it?”

Even he knew Ji Qingwei rarely left her home, and it was impossible for Si Fuqing’s embroidery to end up in Ji family’s hands.

Even if the Ji family got hold of it, there would be no need to re-embroider it; they could just change the name.

Why embroider another one and display it alongside the original, inviting ridicule?

What was the Ji family thinking?

“It’s definitely plagiarism.” The assistant director was puzzled, “I’ve never heard of Teacher Si having any interaction with the Ji family, and this kind of embroidery is unique. If you’re going to copy, copy something else.”

The curiosity of the director’s team was matched by the interns and guests.