141: Chapter 142 Caught Red-Handed

Director Jack ordered the security captain to keep an eye on Jin Xiudong, while he personally led the top security personnel of the Paris exhibition to the workshop where Jin Xiudong was located to make the arrest.

Jin Xiudong had just finished his styling.

He looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes full of disdain.

"What kind of trashy clothes are these? They don't match my temperament at all. How can a look like this win the Fashion Show Model Gold Award at the Paris Fashion Show?"

"Stylist, I'm paying you a salary of a hundred thousand US dollars, not hiring you to be a comedian. Can you be more professional? What's the memorable point of this makeup and styling?"

"The fashion is already underwhelming enough, and you're not even putting effort into the styling. Are you trying to disgust me on purpose?"

"I'm sorry, Jin Xiudong. Tell me what kind of effect you want, and I'll change it now."

"Do you remember the temperament of Number Sixty-six? I'm not an Easterner; I don't want that ethereal feel. Just give me a makeup look that has the feeling of 'life'—the nobility, elegance, dignity, and power of Western life..."

Jin Xiudong's request made the stylist break into a cold sweat.

"Even Cupid acting as a matchmaker hasn't encountered a petitioner with so many demands. This is too difficult; I can't do it. If you think I'm not worth this hundred thousand, you can find someone better."

The stylist couldn't stand his attitude and angrily threw down the tools in his hand.

"We signed a contract. If you go on strike, you'll have to pay me liquidated damages."

"I'm not on strike; my work is finished. It's you who are being demanding and looking for trouble."

When Director Jack used the spare key to open the dressing room door, the stylist was in the middle of a heated argument with Jin Xiudong.

Seeing people enter, he wasn't surprised at all; he wished a few more people would tell Jin Xiudong he was daydreaming.

"With this mortal face, he still wants to be a god. He really thinks I'm the Creator. If I had the power of the Creator, would I be doing makeup for a third-tier little model who only won a Newcomer Award and has no fame?"

"Teacher Peter, please calm down. His demands are unreasonable, and what you said is indeed the truth."

Jin Xiudong looked at the room full of people and frowned unpleasantly.

"You Organizers are bullying a newcomer too much, aren't you? Don't you knock before entering my room? You just barge in? Do I have no privacy at all?"

At this moment, Jin Xiudong didn't realize the seriousness of the situation at all.

He believed his paint bucket plan was perfectly seamless.

Little did he know, his lost watch had become the key evidence against him.

Putting on the airs of a future superstar, Jin Xiudong looked at Director Jack with eyes full of anger and contempt.

"This is our venue; I can come in whenever I want. You're just a contestant. Who do you think you're being arrogant with? Jin Xiudong, with your current status, are you even worthy of speaking to me in that tone?"

Director Jack's gaze was cold, his eyes carrying a hint of murderous intent.

"So what if you're the Organizer! This is the most authoritative fashion show in the world. If you dare to abuse your authority, I'll post what you've done online and ruin the reputation of the Paris exhibition. I'm a big influencer with ten million followers."

Jin Xiudong picked up his phone and started filming everyone.

"Director Jack, you worked hard to get to this position. If you don't want to lose your job, I can give you a chance to apologize. When the production team is judging, give me three extra points. I'll act as if what happened before the competition today never occurred."

The Paris Fashion Show has a huge global influence.

A single video wouldn't cause a major crisis for the show.

At most, it could make a director lose his job.

Is the company's interest important, or is personal interest important?

In this world where every second counts for making money, a smart person would definitely care about their own interests.

Jin Xiudong used this to try and trade for a few extra points. With these points, the possibility of him winning the Model Gold Award at the Paris exhibition would increase by thirty percent.

A one-point difference could eliminate a hundred competitors.

Three points meant three hundred competitors.

"You've thought it through quite well. Trading a job for three points—you really have a huge appetite."

"It's not that big. Asking for too much would have a negative impact on the production team. I'm already being very considerate of you. Mr. Jack, if you go talk to the mentors now, I'll delete the video of you guys violently entering the room just now."

"Keep that video if you want. Your trashy video isn't worth a single point. I've already investigated all the dirty things you've done."

Director Jack's cold gaze fell on Jin Xiudong, giving him a sense of unease.

"I don't understand. What are you talking about! Jack, just because you're the Director, you think you're so great? Don't think you can use your power to suppress people. My fans aren't pushovers. If you dare to blacklist me, I'll get my fans to retaliate against you."

"Still pretending? You didn't really think no one knew what you did, did you?"

Jack took out a Patek Li men's watch stained with red paint.

Jin Xiudong's pupils dilated instantly in shock.

His watch—the one he had been looking for all morning and couldn't find—how did it end up in Jack's hands?

The piercing red paint made Jin Xiudong's heart race.

"How... how did this watch get into your hands?"

Watches like Patek Li have sales records, and the purchaser's information can be found through the serial number.

Jin Xiudong's voice trembled slightly. He never expected this thing to become evidence of his crime.

"As the Chinese saying goes, 'If you haven't done anything wrong, you don't need to fear a knock at the door in the middle of the night.' Seeing this watch, your reaction is so strong. You haven't forgotten what you did, have you?"

Jack's gaze was cold, like ice.

"Nothing happened to An Xin anyway. I just wanted to play a joke on him. There's no need for so many of you to come, is there?"

At this point, Jin Xiudong had nothing left to hide.

He wanted to downplay the matter and make it go away.

Over the years, he had made a lot of money as an influencer.

He wanted to use money to solve the problem.

"If something had really happened, it wouldn't be these people coming, but the police and the prosecutor's office. Mr. An's galaxy cloud brocade is made from rare golden cicada cloud silk. This material is priceless and cannot be bought with money alone; someone like you isn't worthy of it."

"'golden cicada cloud silk' is just a descriptive term, right? Making silk products out of gold is just a bit more complicated in terms of craftsmanship. It shouldn't be treated as a priceless treasure, should it? Technology is so advanced now; if humans can't do the fine work, machines can."

"That's not a descriptive term, but a noun. It's the silk spun by a rare silkworm. The pupa resembles golden silk clouds, hence the name 'golden cicada cloud silk'."

"How could such a thing exist? If you want to trick people, don't make up such lies."

The Director's Special Assistant brought over a transparent box containing half a cocoon of golden cicada cloud silk.

The Bodyguard turned off the lights in the room. In the dark room, the golden cocoon shimmered with golden light, like a bright star.

"You should be glad that Mr. An escaped this disaster. Otherwise, with the little bit of livestreaming fees you earn, you wouldn't even be able to afford a single piece of cloth."

Jin Xiudong saw the golden cicada cloud silk from Chinese legends for the first time and was shocked by this magical material.

His legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

Fortunately, An Xin was fine.

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