Chapter 12 — Being vetoed by all the judges, I deleted the manuscript and the whole embroidery world went crazy

The old lady signaled to the maid.

“Bring it here.”

Hua Man Thanh still refused to let go. The old lady's voice immediately lowered.

“Master Hua.”

“This is the Song family.”

“Don't make me have someone break your arm off.”

Hua Man Thanh's face was extremely ugly. Finally had to let go. The notebook is opened. The first line clearly states: Lam Van completed Tham Kieu's contest entry. The reporters started to stir. Tham Kieu panicked.

“This notebook could also be fake!”

La Van looked at her.

“My work 《Hai Duong Xuan Thuy》 last year.”

“One time the needle at the waist of the dress broke.”

“It was Lam Van who stayed up all night to help me fix it.”

“At that time, I cried and said my hand hurt and I didn't want to continue.”

Tham Kieu's face immediately turned white.

“I don't have it!”

La Van continued:

“The day I won the prize.”

“I still texted you.”

"You say you're lucky but your sister is easy to fool."

Tham Kieu shouted: Khuong Dao immediately raised the phone.

“Where is the message?”

“Open it up for everyone to hear.”

La Van took out her old phone. Click to open the recording. In the speaker, Tham Kieu's sweet voice rang out:

“Big sister.”

"Tell me, is Lam Van very stupid?"

"After she finished, she was afraid that my master would scold me."

“And help me hide all the ends of the thread.”

“It's time for me to receive my award.”

“She's still in the kitchen cooking noodles for us.”

The entire flower hall was immediately in chaos. Tham Kieu rushed over to steal the phone. But was stopped by Khuong Dao. Tong Lam's face was terrifyingly dark.

“Kieu Kieu.”

“What is this recording?”

Tham Kieu cried and shook her head.

“I was just joking.”

“Mr. Tong, please believe me.”

“I was really just joking.”

I looked at her.

“Then tell me one more joke.”

Tham Kieu immediately choked. Couldn't say a word. Right at that moment. Hua Man Thanh suddenly stood up.

“Even if Kieu Kieu is wrong.”

“It also cannot prove that 《Phuong Quy》 belongs to Lam Van.”

“Skills are taught by me.”

“The drawing is an evolution of my old work.”

“No one can deny this.”

Director Chau stepped forward. Pull down the red cloth on the table. A piece of reddish-brown antique appeared before everyone's eyes. The damaged phoenix eye has been completely restored. It was like coming back to life after a hundred years of sleep. Those phoenix eyes are not dazzling and dazzling. Unobtrusive. Not trivial. It was like jumping through hundreds of years of time. Quietly turned his head to look at the person opposite. Director Chau slowly spoke:

“Three years ago.”

“This piece of antique was taken to the museum for restoration.”

“Hua Man Thanh received the money.”

“But it can't be fixed.”

"It only took Lam Van half an hour to find the structure of the hidden thread."

“She perfected it herself.”

Hua Man Thanh gritted her teeth.

“He is my disciple.”

“It's not strange to know these things.”

I took out my mother's receipt.

“This technique was not taught by you.”

I placed the paper in front of the old lady.

“Before she passed away, my mother paid 80,000 yuan in tuition.”

“Hua Man Thanh received the money.”

“But she told the outside that she adopted me for free.”

“She never taught me the hidden phoenix eye technique.”

“She just found out I know how to do it.”

“That's why he kept me by his side for eight years.”

All lenses immediately turned to Hua Man Thanh. The makeup on her face could not cover her pale color.

“To win, even the mother died Was she also taken advantage of by you?”

I looked straight at her.

“It was you who took my mother out to build a merit monument eight years ago.”

The entire hall immediately fell silent. The old lady picked up the receipt. Watched for a long time. Then ask:

“Master Hua.”

“Do you have anything else to say?”

Hua Man Thanh suddenly burst into laughter. She opened her bag. Take out a contract. Then hit the table hard.

“Lam Van once signed a discipleship contract when entering the sect.”

“During my time in Cam Tu Phuong.”

“All works produced by it are owned by Cam Tu Phuong.”

“Even though 《Phoenix Turtle》 was drawn by it.”

“It also belongs to Cam Tu Phuong.”

Tong Lam was like a drowning man reaching for a stake.

“That's right.”

“The contract is here.”

"He's been causing trouble all this time just because he wants more money."

Tham Kieu also raised her head.

“Stop pretending to be the victim.”

Khuong Dao was angry and wanted to rush up to snatch the contract. But I kept her. My eyes stopped on the paper. The signature is indeed mine. But the fingerprint next to it... It's not. That year I was only seventeen years old. Mom just passed away. Hua Man Thanh gave me a stack of papers. It's just an introductory registration form. I remember very clearly. I just signed it. Never fingerprinted. I raised my head.

“Where did this contract come from?”

Hua Man Thanh smiled coldly.

“You signed it yourself.”

“Do you want to deny it now?”

“I want to examine fingerprints.”

Hua Man Thanh laughed contemptuously.

“You said you can assess it when you say it can be assessed?”

The old lady immediately spoke up:

“Inspection.”

Hua Man Thanh's face changed instantly. Tong Lam was impatient.

“There are a lot of guests today.”

“There is no need to go to this extent.”