that she would feel indignant and unwilling. Thank you, Ms. An, for being understanding and not accepting my grandfather's gift; if you can be generous and let bygones be bygones, I hope we can still...Anyway, Wen Yizhou doesn't believe that his little Sheng copied. 。His young son, Xiao Sheng, is incredibly talented. His currently serialized manga is doing very well, so how could he possibly ruin his future by plagiarizing a cover image and then flaunting it with a giveaway 。"Xiao Sheng, before your design was finished, who did you show it to" Wen Yi Zhou asked 。The similarity of the two envelope designs reaches as high as eighty percent. Anyone who looks at them will feel that one person plagiarized the other's design. 。As for who plagiarized whomWen Yizhou believed that it was definitely the bald one who plagiarized his little Sheng. 。After all, that woman has quite a criminal record. 。Wen Ping Sheng replied, "I didn't even show it to Lisa. Only Jun Lan, the deputy editor-in-chief, has seen it." 。"Could it be that Jun Lan and Tu Tu teamed up to scheme against you" He wasn't blaming them for thinking this way, after all, Tu Tu had openly poached his Xiaosheng's Zhebian Deng before. 。It's not enough to just steal the sword lantern, he also kept putting obstacles in the way of his little apprentice, Xiao Sheng. 。"Little bro, don't think everyone is that bad. I've been collaborating with Junlan, the deputy editor, for almost half a year now, he's definitely not like Jian Deng." 。"Wen Ping Sheng wore a serious expression, feeling that he had to speak up for Jun Lan." 。Just by looking at Junlan's deputy editor's elegant and extraordinary bearing, you can tell that Junlan and Jian Deng are not from the same world. 。At least, she didn't think Junlan, the deputy editor-in-chief, would be seduced by Tutu's beauty and betray her own comic book authors. 。Wen Yi Zhou, "Don't be so serious, I was just casually guessing..." 。"What you just said, you can say it to me face-to-face, but you mustn't tell anyone else. If it gets out and Junlan, the deputy editor, hears about it, it would be chilling, wouldn't it" Wen Pingsheng reiterated. 。At this time, Chuang Shen Comic Society should have been off work, but because of this incident, they had to stay late and hold an emergency meeting. 。Junlan's deputy editor is in a meeting trying to figure out how to defuse the storm. If she questioned Junlan's deputy editor here, it would be too inappropriate. 。"Got it, I won't say anything more. Just wait and see what your manga club decides to do after their meeting." 。“

Wen Ping Sheng thought of this, his face turned cold, and he said, “This time, someone must be manipulating behind the scenes, which is why it spread so quickly in a short period of time. It is very likely related to Tu Tu's inducement; little brother, you tell big brother in a while, let him send people to find out who is manipulating all this. Also, those who scolded people online very harshly, and those who exposed my personal information, all go through legal procedures. However, there are too many people involved in this matter, so just catch the leaders of these organizations and make an example of them.” 。" That Weibo account called 'Anti-Plagiarism Specialty Vest' in order to maximize the dissemination of that plagiarized Weibo post, they even spent tens of thousands of yuan to do a retweet giveaway. " 。For ordinary people, 70,000 to 80,000 yuan is not a small sum of money. 。This giveaway of seven to eighty thousand yuan is definitely not a “plagiarism-fighting little account” paying out of its own pocket as charity. 。Then, this matter is very likely related to Tutu's instigation. 。Before, she tolerated Tutu's advances in every way possible. As a result, the little rascal got arrogant and took advantage of her, thinking she was a pushover to be manipulated. 。Wen Yi Zhou replied with an "okay" and then happily went to call their eldest brother. 。That Weibo post hanging his little brother Sheng's Weibo, at first glance, it seems like someone is manipulating behind the scenes, he instinctively feels that TuTu lured him in. 。Before, they saw Xiao Sheng being tricked and bullied by that woman, so they said they wanted to help Xiao Sheng get revenge. As a result, their silly son, Xiao Sheng, was too kind-hearted and didn't want to care about that woman. He said something like, "It's not fair for a bunch of men to bully one woman." 。This time, his little Sheng is finally going to punish Tutu for tempting him. 。Since Xiao Sheng opened his mouth and asked his brothers for help, they definitely wouldn't go easy on him. 。Wen Ping-sheng had originally planned to draw a comic strip, and go back to his room to shower and sleep by 10:30 p.m., but because of this, he ruined his mood for drawing. 。Simply shut down the digital tablet and computer, planning to return to the room and wait for Junlan's deputy editor's meeting results. 。During that time, Wen Ping Sheng received a phone call from Yi Sheng who was in England. 。He calmly and collectedly said, “Ping Sheng, I just went to your Weibo homepage and learned about what happened online. I have already called San Shao to help resolve it. Don’t worry; also, since your personal information has been exposed, don’t go out tonight or tomorrow. If strangers come knocking, don't open the door, remember that... Forget it, I'll have San Shao arrange two bodyguards for you tomorrow morning. 。Wen Ping Sheng's heart warmed, moved to tears, he could hardly speak. 。He was all the way in Britain, yet he knew about this so quickly and even asked San Shao to help. 。Her throat felt a little scratchy as she choked back her words, "Yisheng, I've already had Xiaoge call Big Brother about this. And Big Brother will take care of it, so you don't have to worry, Sanshao." 。“ ...... Ping Sheng, did you cry” Yi Sheng fell silent for a moment, and asked. 。Wen Ping Sheng was originally touched by the fact that he had quickly taken measures to respond to the online insults against her, and as a result, she couldn't help but shed tears when he said this. 。She sobbed and said, "Yisheng, I miss you. 。“Ping Sheng, I'll be back in a week, the date is confirmed, the ticket is booked, I'll be back next Friday, you wait for me at home obediently.” 。"Yi Sheng repeatedly emphasized the time of her return, trying to lessen her longing." 。"Well " 。"Wen Pingsheng responded with a heavy nasal sound, then comforted him in turn, "Don't worry about this, I'm not that fragile. I didn't plagiarize TuTu's cover art, I have a clear conscience and I'm not afraid of them. My brother will also help me; you can rest assured and treat patients in England, strive to come back as soon as possible..."She said to herself, and then suddenly laughed, "How come this sounds like what a visitor says to an inmate being reformed in prison" 。For example, imagine you're behind cold iron bars, and I'm outside, holding your hands tightly, earnestly telling you, 'Yisheng, take good care of yourself in there, strive to get out as soon as possible.' Hahaha, the whole scene is so vivid. 。On the phone, in England, Yisheng listened to her words, his face black with exasperation. 。But hearing her laugh, and still being able to find humor in the situation, he instantly felt relieved. 。He chatted idly, "While I was busy remodeling inside, what were you doing outside" "I was out there living it up with the money you worked so hard for, spoiling myself rotten and maybe even getting a few more little toy boys." 。"Wen Ping Sheng said jokingly" 。"Wen Ping Sheng!" Yi Sheng gritted his teeth, squeezing out a threatening sentence from between his teeth, "You wait for me!" "Hmm~ I'll be waiting for you," 。She sounded a little arrogant, as if she had thought of something. The topic suddenly changed, “By the way, what type of condom are you going to use this time” Yisheng, upon hearing this, “…” He was so startled that the phone in his hand almost slipped out of his palm. 。 up and finds out she's already gone on a mission and hasn't come back, she'll definitely get upset again. It's better to let her sleep until I get back; that way, I can just make up a lie, like the o...