sjar Chapter 1730 Clarifies that Nan Weiwei Plagiarized
Chapter 1730 Clarifies that Nan Weiwei Plagiarized
Back home, Nan Weiwei told her parents what had happened. Nan Xi and Du Yunxi were also shocked. The most important thing now was to find out how An Ya got the same manuscript paper as Nan Weiwei.
Nan Yifeng tossed the tablet computer onto the coffee table; the screen was still lit, displaying two completely overlapping design drawings.
"Besides you, who else has touched the manuscript paper?"
Nan Wei stared at the two pictures, her fingers twisting together.
"Xiaoxiao and I discussed the details together."
Before Nan Yifeng could even speak, she shook her head.
“It’s not Xiaoxiao. I can’t even count the zeros on the supplementary card Fu Yanchen gave her. She doesn’t care about this little design fee. Besides, many of my things were suggested for revision by Xiaoxiao.”
"Besides, with Xiaoxiao's temper, she can just ask for money directly now, there's no need for her to go through all the trouble of plagiarism."
Nan Yifeng remained silent, waiting for what was to come.
“And Xiaomei…” Nan Weiwei lowered her voice, “I mentioned the core idea to her and even drew a sketch in front of her. We originally planned to submit it together, but later Lu Feng said to give Xiaomei more opportunities and let her complete it independently.”
After saying that, she hurriedly waved her hand.
"But that doesn't make sense either. Although Xiaomei is a newbie, we've always had a good relationship, and she was obviously surprised too."
It's that kind of illogical trust again.
Nan Yifeng sighed inwardly as he watched Nan Weiwei desperately trying to defend her friend. This girl had been too well protected; she had no idea how fragile human nature could be in the face of self-interest.
"Alright, stop thinking about it."
Nan Yifeng stood up and straightened his cuffs.
"No matter who it is, if they reach out, I'll chop it off. You stay home and don't go anywhere."
If we're going to investigate, we have to go to the source.
Shengshi Group Headquarters.
Before the receptionist could even announce it, the man in the dark gray suit strode into the elevator, followed by four legal professionals carrying documents.
The door to the top-floor conference room was pushed open.
The senior executives who were in the middle of a meeting were stunned. They were about to get angry, but when they saw who it was, they swallowed back the curses that were about to come out.
Nan Yifeng slammed a share transfer agreement onto the mahogany table.
"Notify the Human Resources Department that from now on, Shengshi Group will be owned by the Nan family."
No nonsense, no small talk.
The meeting room was deathly silent.
The pen that the marketing director, who was sitting on the left, was twirling fell to the table with a "clatter".
Has the eldest son of the Nan family gone mad?
Shengshi's stock price has plummeted to such an extent that this is not just taking over the losses, it's jumping into a fire pit.
No, could he be here to settle scores? Nan Weiwei and Nan Yifeng might be related.
Looking at Nan Yifeng's icy face, the director felt a chill run down his spine. In that instant, the world had changed.
Nan Yifeng ignored the horrified, surprised, and even amused gazes around him and went straight to the head seat to sit down.
"Call your design director Anya to my office."
Ten minutes later, in the CEO's office.
Anya walked in wearing seven-centimeter high heels.
She wore a full face of makeup today, and the black-rimmed glasses on her nose made her look smart and capable.
Seeing Nan Yifeng sitting in the boss's chair, she didn't seem surprised at all; instead, she had a calm demeanor that she had expected.
"President Nan, you went to such lengths to buy the company just to get revenge for your people?"
Anya pulled out a chair, sat down, and crossed her legs. She had already investigated and found that Nan Weiwei and Nan Yifeng had a slight relationship.
Nan Yifeng didn't respond to her comment. He had already acquired Shengshi Group before the competition even started, but he had been busy dealing with other matters and hadn't come over to say hello. However, this was for the best, as Shengshi Group was affected, but Nan's Group was not affected at all.
"Explain it," Nan Yifeng said.
Anya glanced at the papers on the table, but didn't even bother to pick them up and look at them.
"I don't understand what you mean."
"Anya, in this industry, if you lack talent, you can make up for it with hard work, but to play tricks right under my nose, do you think your career is going to last too long?"
Nan Yifeng leaned back, scrutinizing the woman before him.
He has good mental fortitude; he can even play dumb when facing death.
"Heh, you're a veteran in the industry. You should be aware of the consequences of plagiarism. Or do you need me to have our legal team explain it to you? Industry blacklisting, huge compensation payments, and—"
He paused, then tapped his knuckles twice on the table.
"Go to jail."
The moment those two words were uttered, the air seemed to freeze for a moment.
Anya adjusted her glasses, and a crack finally appeared on her professional fake smile, but it was quickly filled back by her indifferent expression.
afraid?
Since she dared to do it, she must have already thought of a way out.
As long as she denies it, what can anyone do to her? No one knows the source of that design draft except for herself.
Anya chuckled softly, then looked up and stared directly at Nan Yifeng.
"Mr. Nan, your methods of scaring newcomers don't work on me."
She extended a finger and tapped the screenshot on the table.
"I've already said I didn't plagiarize. As for those so-called evidence videos online, they were definitely photoshopped by Nan Weiwei. With technology so advanced these days, creating a fake video to smear someone is a piece of cake for your Nan family, isn't it?"
With a muffled thud, Nan Yifeng slammed the exquisite and valuable rosewood pen holder in his hand onto the hard, cold floor tiles!
With a crisp yet ear-piercing cracking sound echoing throughout the office, the previously intact pen holder was instantly smashed to pieces, breaking into two!
Several uniquely shaped and expensive fountain pens bounced out of the broken pen holder wreckage and rolled around at great speed... Finally, they all stopped not far from Anya.
Anya glanced down, then subtly pulled her toes back to avoid the ink-stained pen.
She looked up, her face showing not panic, but rather a perfectly appropriate hint of confusion, as if Nan Yifeng's outburst of anger was inexplicable.
"Anya! Even now, you still show no remorse and dare to deny it?"
Nan Yifeng glared angrily at the woman in front of him, his voice deafening, as if he wanted to devour her.
Anya shouted through gritted teeth, "President Nan, I didn't do anything wrong! This is all a setup! Someone wants to use my fame to pave the way for her!"
"Paving the way? You mean our Nan family paved the way for Weiwei? Aren't these pieces of evidence enough to prove our point? Look here, and here... every single one points to you!"
He slammed the document onto the table with a loud bang.
Faced with such overwhelming evidence, Anya still refused to admit her mistake and instead sneered: "Hmph, your so-called evidence is nothing but fabricated stuff. Who can truly prove its authenticity? Just Nan Weiwei's video?"
Nan Yifeng leaned on the desk, the veins on the back of his hands bulging, his chest heaving violently.
Two design drafts were spread out on the table, one by Nan Weiwei and the other by Anya, a "masterpiece".
Even the direction of the lines and the treatment of shadows are exactly the same.
Even the extra line that Nan Weiwei accidentally drew was perfectly "replicated" by Anya.
This is what Xu Xiaoxiao told him.
This isn't plagiarism, it's copy and paste.
What are we facing?
The air in the office seemed to freeze for a few seconds.
Nanning stood in the corner, his breathing becoming soft. He looked at Anya, a question lingering in his mind.
This woman looks shrewd and capable, but how come her brain seems to be full of water?
Shengshi Group is a leader in the design industry. If this plagiarism scandal is confirmed, not only will the chief designer Anya be fired, but the entire group will also be blacklisted by the design association.
A ten-year ban.
For a company that relies on design for its livelihood, ten years is tantamount to a death sentence.
The work that was shortlisted for the Golden Top Award was the hope of the entire company, but now it has been directly eliminated by the organizing committee, and even previous awards are being re-examined.
"Mr. Nan, please calm down."
Anya reached up and tidied a stray hair behind her ear, her tone as calm as if she were discussing the weather. "Evidence? What evidence? Just a few drafts. It's common for designs to overlap. Nan Weiwei drew similar lines, so why can't I? Art is universal."
She even smiled, took a step forward, and her high heels clicked on the floor.
"Besides, even if these two pictures look similar, it's not certain who copied whom. How many years have I been famous in this industry? And Nan Weiwei? A newcomer who just graduated a few years ago. If word gets out, will the public believe me, a chief researcher who won the Red Dot Award, or her, some unknown nobody?"
Nanning's brow twitched upon hearing this.
This logic is downright robbery.
Nan Yifeng laughed. He straightened up, put his hands in his pockets, and looked down at the woman.
Before he acquired Shengshi Group, Jian'ou had investigated the entire company. It was generally acceptable. The decline in recent years was mainly due to internal chaos and family-style management.
He felt that if he acquired it and rectified it properly, it would have a great future, and it would be fine to let Nan Weiwei play with it. But now that this incident has happened, it's a bit troublesome.
As for Anya, although she is arrogant, she is quite talented.
Now it seems that all that talent was used to distort the truth.
"Similar plot?" Nan Yifeng sneered. "Even that extra ink dot is similar? Anya, do you think everyone is blind, or do you think you're the only smart person in the world?"
Anya's smile froze for a moment, but she quickly regained her nonchalant expression.
"Mr. Nan, is it meaningful to get hung up on these details?"
She turned around, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looked at the bustling CBD view outside, her back to Nan Yifeng, and raised her voice a few decibels.
"You're a businessman. You know how much the Nan family spent to acquire Shengshi Group. Billions of yuan were poured in. If Shengshi collapses now, all those billions will be gone. The Nan family is large and powerful, but they can't afford such a loss, can they? I heard Nan Weiwei is just... an adopted daughter. You're doing this for an adopted daughter..."
She turned around abruptly, crossed her arms, and raised her chin slightly.
"If my plagiarism is confirmed, Shengshi Group is finished. If I expose that the Nan family is the backer of Shengshi Group, the Nan family's stock price will hit the daily limit down tomorrow. Is it worth it for Nan Weiwei?"
This is her trump card.
Intertwined interests.
She bet that Nan Yifeng was a competent businessman.
In the eyes of businessmen, the truth is unimportant; only profit matters.
Sacrificing the insignificant Nan Weiwei to preserve Shengshi, Anya's prestigious reputation, and billions of dollars in investment—that's the "big picture."
Nanning secretly glanced at Nan Yifeng.
The expression on his boss's face was beyond ugly; it was the calm before the storm.
Anya is such a self-important woman.
She had no idea how much Nan Weiwei meant to Nan Yifeng, nor did she know that the Nan family's acquisition of Shengshi was never for the purpose of making money, but simply because Nan Yifeng wanted to buy his sister a "playground" to play in.