Chapter 18 — Being vetoed by all the judges, I deleted the manuscript and the whole embroidery world went crazy

The president frowned.

“You're wasting everyone's time.”

The old lady of the Song family replied coldly:

“Are you in a hurry to be reincarnated?”

The president immediately shut up. I changed to a spool of blue thread. The blue thread penetrates the layer of gray thread below. In that moment. The originally discrete needle lines suddenly closed into a phoenix eye shape. Hua Man Thanh jumped up. She finally realized something was wrong. My seventh shot does not follow the direction in the score. On the contrary, it moves back half an inch. Khuong Dao asked in a low voice:

“Is the embroidery wrong?”

Director Chau stared at the fabric.

“It's not wrong.”

“It's a hidden secret.”

The eighth tip drops. Inside the phoenix's eyes appeared a layer of extremely pale text patterns. Ninth shot. Gold thread covers that layer of text. In a moment. The phoenix eyes seem to have a soul. It doesn't look at the other person. But looking back at where it came from. The whole hall was silent. Not everyone understands embroidery techniques. But they all see the difference. Hua Man Thanh's phoenix eyes are very beautiful. My phoenix eyes... have soul again. The president's face stiffened.

“That doesn't prove anything either.”

"Who knows, maybe you'll steal from Master Hua and then improve it further."

I took out the photo and the letters. Place on the table.

“There is writing on the back of the photo.”

'For my daughter Lam Van, pass on the copy of Tham Lan's mother.'

“It was also clearly stated in the letter.”

‘The score will not be given to any embroidery guild.’

Principal Chau took the letter and gave it to the president.

“Can examine handwriting.”

“It is also possible to determine the date of the paper.”

Hua Man Thanh shouted:

“Letters can also be faked!”

I looked straight at her.

“In that case, I'll ask you a question.”

“What's my mother's name?”

Hua Man Thanh was immediately stunned. I continue.

“She always said my mother gave me to her.”

“Tell her to pass on the score to you.”

“So tell me.”

“Which finger is my mother most afraid of injuring?”

“What did she usually do before embroidering phoenix eyes?”

"Why is the word Lan engraved on the end of the needle?"

Hua Man Thanh opened her mouth. But could not answer. Behind the crowd. Tham Kieu's face became whiter and whiter. I calmly continued:

“Each time embroidering phoenix eyes.”

“My mother always dips the thread in tea first.”

“She said the gold thread was too hard.”

“There must be less fire.”

“What she worries about the most is my left index finger.”

“Because that's the finger that holds the thread.”

“And the word Lan on the end of the needle…”

“It's not because she loves my name.”

“But because you said it.”

‘Wherever Kim goes, one must never forget one's roots.’”

The whole hall was completely silent. I looked at Hua Man Thanh.

“These things.”

“My mother never told you.”

Hua Man Thanh's face became distorted. She hugged the black wooden box.

“She told me!”

“It should have been passed down to me!”

“I knew her before you!”

“How many nights have I stayed up with her!”

“On what basis did she leave the score to a child?”

I calmly replied:

“Because it's her thing.”

Hua Man Thanh burst out laughing like a crazy person.

“Her things?”

“If it weren't for me.”

“Tham Lan was oppressed to death by people in the profession a long time ago!”

“When she was seriously ill.”

"It's also me who runs ahead and runs behind to take care of it!"

“She gave 80,000 yuan for tuition.”

“Isn't that the pay I should receive?”

Khuong Dao immediately rushed onto the stage.

“Finally You also admitted that you received money?

Hua Man Thanh was startled when she realized she had said something wrong. But it was too late. The reporters behind stood up simultaneously. Only then did everyone discover it. The old lady of the Song family had secretly called the entire group of reporters in To Thanh in advance. The camera light was bright. Continuously flashing. The face of the president of the Lam Thanh Embroidery Association changed drastically.

“Master Hua.”

"Sometimes she said the score was passed down to her by Tham Lan."

"Sometimes it's said that tuition is a salary for care."

“In the end, what is the truth?”

Director Chau said coldly:

“Lam Thanh Embroidery Association publicly displays appropriated property.”

“Impersonate the owner.”

“I will send an official dispatch.”

Sweat immediately broke out on the president's forehead.

“This…”

“We were fooled too.”

The old lady smiled faintly.

“When defending others.”

“I see your mouth works very well.”

Hua Man Thanh hugged the wooden box tightly. Turn around to run away. La Van stood blocking the door.

“Please leave the score.”

Hua Man Thanh looked at her. Eyes full of resentment.

“Even you betrayed me?”

La Van's tears fell.

“It was the master who betrayed everyone first.”

Hua Man Thanh raised his hand. Was about to slap her. I immediately held her wrist tightly.

“This slap.”

“She is no longer qualified to fight anymore.”

Hua Man Thanh struggled.

“Let go!”

I took the wooden box from her hand.