Chapter 205: 197 Chuguang Media's designs also dare to copy? [3 updates]

“In the past few years, none of the agents who joined have even met you, Chief, and they’re all quite curious to see just how ferocious you really are.”

The International Bureau of Investigation (IBI) was established quite early, having a foundational structure as early as the beginning of the twentieth century, though it was still in its infancy.

It wasn’t until the latter half of the twentieth century, after the emergence of the Internet, that the IBI fully entered the public eye.

However, due to a shortage of elite personnel, the IBI’s prestige wasn’t high.

After relentless efforts by some elders and another twenty years, the IBI finally gained the prestige it has today.

There are many investigative bureaus, but only this one can be called international.

But as the years passed, the elders grew old, and they no longer had the capability to continue managing affairs.

So, three years ago, there was an unprecedented tumult within the IBI.

There were many factions within the IBI, consisting of elite representatives from various nations.

At that level, it was difficult for anyone to command universal respect.

Thus, the IBI was on the brink of splitting; if it had split, the International Bureau of Investigation would have ceased to exist, exposing the hidden darkness.

The elders were troubled, but they had no solution.

That is until two years ago when a man arrived at the IBI.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

He was very young, only twenty years old.

With thunderous authority and a decisive approach, he purged all the rebellious forces within the IBI.

He reorganized the shattered situation, making it even more unified than before.

It was unbelievable.

Thereafter, the elders were able to retire and hand over power.

In these past two years, the IBI’s prestige rose once again, causing all evil forces to tremble at the mention of its name.

Anyone who ended up on the IBI’s wanted list was almost certainly caught without exception.

Whether it was the large financial consortiums of O continent, the top-ranking families of the imperial capital, or other international powers, none would be unaware of a new Director at the IBI.

He wasn’t officially holding the Director’s position, but the Director was also one of his subordinates.

However, apart from the Director and a few limited Detective Chiefs, no one else in the IBI had ever seen this Director.

Even those who had seen him wouldn’t know his appearance.

Because every time he appeared at the IBI, it was never with his true face.

So, according to their guess, this Director must also be a Face-changing Artist, it’s just unclear if he’s on the ranking list of NOK’s Face-changing Artists.

The IBI recruits new agents every year, and the difficulty of their selection and assessments is no less than that of Norton University’s exams.

Many graduates from the Psychology Department of Norton University

Last year, their Director at least put out a set of questions.

This year, he was too lazy to even do that and had them buy a set from Norton University instead.

But how easy could it be for Norton University to sell them their internally developed logic problems?

It resulted in them having to post a bounty thread on the NOK forum.

As a result, another piece of scandalous news about a Detective Chief leaked out, leading to heated discussions among the forum’s big shots for a long time.

Fu Yunshen first heard not the words coming through his old-fashioned black mobile phone, but he turned around.

His gaze met with the girl’s.

Fu Yunshen was slightly startled, obviously not expecting her to come at this time.

He first hung up the phone he was holding, then walked over to the desk and picked up the old, bulky mobile phone.

“Then let them take a look at the lions of the animal world.” Fu Yunshen’s peach blossom eyes narrowed, his tone becoming playful and languid, “I’m a bit handsomer and fiercer than a lion, maybe even a bit more formidable.”

The Detective Chief on the other end of the line: “…”

He shouldn’t have held any hope.

After placing both phones down, Fu Yunshen then headed towards the doorway.

The man’s expression did not change; his gaze was casual.

He was still the dashing heir who could capture the attention of everyone in Shanghai City the moment he stood on the street.

He was a picture of elegance.

Fu Yunshen leaned slightly and naturally took the medicine bottle from the girl’s hand: “Don’t you want to ask anything?”

He was wary of everyone.

Except he had never been on guard against her.

“Hmm—” Ying Zijin nodded slightly, “You see, with me having no power or influence, what if he decides to arrest us?”

“…”

“Kid, that’s going a bit too far.” Fu Yunshen’s slender fingers bent slightly and he tapped lightly on her forehead, “How come I never noticed before that you have such a good memory?”

She remembered a casual remark he made the first time they met, up until now?

“I do everything based on mood.” Ying Zijin yawned, unfazed, “How come there’s no gossip about you on the NOK forums?”

Because quite a few hunters on the rankings have made their way onto the International Bureau of Investigation’s special attention list.

As long as they don’t break the law, they’ll be fine.

Otherwise, if there are any movements, agents from the IBI will drop out of nowhere.

Their speed is like when you just put the straw into your milk tea cup on the subway and haven’t sipped, and the staff is already there sticking a fine notice on you.

That’s why hunters generally despise the IBI, but sometimes they also need their help.

Caught between love and hate, they have no choice but to entertain themselves with the gossip and scandals about those detectives.

Fu Yunshen leaned across from her, his peach blossom eyes deep and casting a charming light.

The pale white of his skin against the crimson of his lips created a striking contrast, making him look like a demon captivating souls.

“Can’t help it,” he raised an eyebrow, “one has to keep a clean slate.”

“I’ve given you the medicine, I’m going to head back now,” Ying Zijin didn’t ask anything more and nodded, “Rest well.”

“Yaoyao, there’s no rush,” Fu Yunshen said thoughtfully, his eyes curving into a smile, “It’s been a while since I’ve seen your uncle, let me take you.”

**

The capital city.

Madam Mu got the design sketches from Mu Chenzhou and handed them over to the clothing company associated with her maiden family—Luxurious Embroidery.

Luxurious Embroidery’s signature style is ancient ink wash, and this set of design sketches aligned perfectly with their concept.

Madam Mu’s sister, Ke Huizhu, is the chairwoman of Luxurious Embroidery and also a designer.

“Sis, who drew these?” Ke Huizhu couldn’t stop praising, “The design is really bold, yet so cleverly done. The drawing skills are solid.”

“A young lady from Shanghai City that Chenzhou knows,” Madam Mu took a light sip of tea, “She hasn’t even graduated from high school yet, indeed quite impressive.”

“A young lady from Shanghai City?” Ke Huizhu understood immediately, “It seems she’s trying to please Chenzhou and get on the good side of the Mu family.”

“How could that be possible? Let her dream on,” Madam Mu set down her teacup, with a touch of scorn in her words, “The only families that can compare with the Mu family are just those three of the Nie Family, the rest don’t match up.”

The Mu family has centuries of history, and during the Dynastic Era, its foundations were already solidified. How could they be compared with these upstarts?

Madam Mu had never met Zhong Zhiwan, but having spent so much time in a wealthy family, how could she not discern Zhiwan’s intentions?

In her eyes, even if Zhong Zhiwan was exceptional, her background was inadequate.

The best she could offer to Zhong Zhiwan was to attach her name to this fashion design competition.

Anything else, she wouldn’t provide.

Mu Chenzhou was her son, and she believed he understood these principles just as well.

“Of course,” Ke Huizhu smiled, “Chenzhou is considered outstanding among this generation of the Mu family. He must choose his marital alliance wisely for the future succession.”

Madam Mu elegantly rose to her feet, “Now that we have the designs, I’ll be leaving.”

“Sure, sis, thank you for this time,” Ke Huizhu looked at the design sketch and furrowed her brows, “However, I feel this should be a series of gowns.”

“Chenzhou said she did them in her spare time. Having one set is already good,” Madam Mu replied indifferently, “But this set alone is enough to outshine the rest.”

“Indeed,” Ke Huizhu nodded, “Sometimes inspiration is like that; continuing to draw might just spoil the previous designs.”

**

The fashion design competition hosted by the Royal Academy of Arts in Continent O requires designers and companies to send their design sketches to the official email first.

After judges review them, they then proceed to the runway show.

The runway show is set for the end of July, which is twenty days from now.

There’s enough time to prepare.

However, having been held for several editions, the winners are always those few top designers in the industry.

The judges could tell from the design style which designer’s work it was.

But today, one design sketch caught the attention of all the judges.

There were four sketches in total. Each one featured a gown.

The judges had never seen such novel designs before, especially the pattern construction on the gowns, which was genuinely ingenious.

“Chuguang Media,” the woman beside said in surprise, “I remember this company, although they didn’t win in the previous competitions, they were always around fourth or fifth place, quite remarkable.”

To stand out among so many companies globally, Chuguang Media’s designs have never been lacking.

“But this time, their design is too powerful,” another judge nodded, “I wonder which designer they’ve recruited. I don’t know if they’ll get first place, but second is definitely secured.”

“The designer’s name given here is ‘Charm,'” the woman pondered, “Never heard of it, must be a new designer. We’ll have to pay special attention at the time.”

The judges marked this particular design draft, carefully put it away, and then started to look at the next ones.

But after the submission from Chuguang Media, the rest seemed to lack something; none were as eye-catching.

Even the works of top designers that the judges were already familiar with.

“Luxurious Embroidery,” the woman glanced at the company name first, “I also remember this company; they follow a pure Eastern style, but the ranks in previous competitions have been beyond fifteenth, the designs not innovative enough.”

She clicked the mouse and opened the attachment.

One design draft unfolded before the eyes of the judges.

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