Chapter 372: The Soft-Waisted Educated Youth Is Again Being Spoiled Rotten by Her Boyfriend 35

Something big happened, Mo Bro! Some people came to our factory to cause trouble, saying Jin Bro's design plagiarized theirs! Now they're pestering us for an explanation!

Xu Xiaoliu's voice was very urgent, the background noise was extremely loud, sounding like they were arguing.

What?

Mo Zhinan exclaimed in surprise, "Don't start a conflict first, it might be a misunderstanding; wait for me to come over."

After hanging up, he glanced at the time; it was still far too early before Jin Chen finished discussing the cooperation, and just waiting idly wasn't an option.

Quickly thinking of a solution, he pulled out all the manuscripts from the study, saw the dates marked on them and breathed a sigh of relief; fortunately, he and Jin Chen had the habit of noting the date after finishing a drawing.

After briefly organizing them, he hurried out the door and drove to the clothing factory.

To be honest, he was also feeling panicked inside, but thinking of Jin Chen gave him enough confidence.

At that moment, the clothing factory was in utter chaos.

The guards were stationed at the entrance, preventing that group from rushing in; all the senior staff stood outside trying to communicate with them, but the other side kept insisting on plagiarism, and when asked for evidence they changed the subject.

After a few exchanges, they realized it was just a deliberate attempt to cause trouble.

Mo Boss!

Mo Bro!

Seeing Mo Zhinan get out of the car, they all breathed a sigh of relief, only to start worrying again the next second.

Mo Boss has always been shy and refined; can he handle this bunch of unreasonable thugs?

Not seeing Jin Chen around, the three lackeys quickly gathered around Mo Zhinan, fearing the other side would get angry and start fighting.

Hello, I'm Mo Zhinan, the boss of Eternal Love Knowledge Clothing Factory.

Mo Zhinan first glanced at the number of people coming over—there were only four, but each had a fierce look; if it weren't for the tougher guards, they'd likely have already rushed in and started smashing equipment.

He imitated Jin Chen's demeanor, putting on a cold yet polite face as he first tried to negotiate properly with them.

You're the boss of this clothing factory!

The bald leader of the opposing side, hearing this, became even more agitated, strode forward a few steps and showed Mo Zhan what he held in his hand.

It was exactly a new fashion item from their line this season.

Mo Zhinan breathed a sigh of relief; the drawings he brought happened to include this very garment.

"Look, your new design is a copy of ours!" the bald man shouted angrily.

"Sir, although this design is our new item for this season, it was actually created several months ago."

Mo Zhian suppressed his slight discomfort, tried to stay calm, took the drawings from his bag and handed them over for the other side to see.

"This drawing is from three months ago; at the time I thought the season wasn't right for a mainline recommendation, so I postponed it." He made his wording simple and easy to understand.

"So if you claim it's plagiarism, could you please produce a design that predates this drawing by an even earlier date?"

He had expected the bald man to next show him evidence, but instead the man tore the drawing apart and even stomped on it a few times.

"I don't care; we've had this design all along, long ago! It's you who copied us!"

The bald man's unreasonable attitude made Mo Zhinan's patience wane, his tone turning cold: "Sir, if you think tearing up the design drawings destroys the evidence, go ahead and tear; we still have many similar design drafts here."

"What the hell are you, daring to talk to me like that!" the bald man slammed his chest, "It's just evidence, right? I've got it! I'm just afraid you won't dare come with me to see it!" He pointed to his car that he'd driven over, "If you want to see the evidence, I'll take you there!"

He pointed to the car he had driven over, "If you want to see the evidence, I'll take you to see it!"

The three lackeys felt something was off—who accuses others of plagiarism without bringing evidence, then insists they come over to look?

"Mo Bro, you can't go; wait until Jin Bro comes back before we talk." Xu Xiaoliu was a bit worried and hurriedly urged Mo Zhinan.

"Yeah, Mo Bro, who knows what kind of demons and monsters they are; if something happens it won't be good."

Liu Dazhuang also urged him.

"Hmph! You're just guilty! You just don't dare!"

The bald man kept trying to provoke Mo Zhinan.

"I've heard of you; I also know about your father's situation—a son of a convict pulling off something like this isn't surprising at all."

As soon as he said that, Mo Zhinan's expression changed instantly, his aura sharpening and revealing its edge.

"Are you from the Zhang family?"

"Nonsense, I look down on the Zhang family; I'm just noticing your addiction to plagiarism and wanted to look into it."

The bald man lifted his chin high, "Just say it—do you dare or not go with me to see the evidence? Otherwise I'll..."

"Then let's just go find the police."

Mo Zhinan remained unmoved, "I don't care; the innocent will clear themselves."

He made a gesture indicating "please go ahead."

"You! You don't know what's good for you!"

The bald man, however, grew somewhat anxious; several people surrounded him, and the atmosphere on site instantly tightened.

"You're just guilty! You're afraid I can produce evidence!"

"I won't argue; either you produce evidence here, or you go to the police station."

Mo Zhinan wouldn't, just because he was angry, choose to go with them; if something really happened, he wouldn't even be able to outrun it himself, let alone find out who sent these people.

Although emotions still had an effect, Mo Zhian appeared calm on the surface while facing off with the bald man, but inside his shirt his back had already broken out in a thin layer of sweat, his fingertips tightly gripping his palm, yet his aura showed no diminution.

The bald man suddenly became urgent, on the spot trying to come over and take Mo Zhinan away, but was blocked by the guards ganging up; it seemed they'd start fighting any second.

"Sure enough, you're the son of a murderer! Your dad killed someone and went to prison, and you also want to end up in jail over plagiarized designs! Besides, your clothing fabric is poisonous too!"

Liu Dazhuang was the first to snap, shouting, "Cut the crap about your dad! Your father's the murderer!"

He immediately rushed over and punched the bald man, triggering the fuse of the fight; the scene instantly descended into chaos.

The three lackeys, each angrier than the last, now felt in their hearts that Mo Zhinan stood on equal footing with Jin Chen—both benefactors who led them to good lives; they couldn't tolerate others spreading rumors and causing trouble.

The three words "murderer" really struck a painful chord in Mo Zhinan.

His fingertips were almost digging into his flesh; the pain, paradoxically, could now awaken his reason.

Since being with Jin Chen, he had almost forgotten the days when he was mocked; now, suddenly insulted again, he still cannot face that word.

Father is not a murderer; he is a hero who avenged Mother.

He shouted a rebuttal in his heart, but his expression had already made it impossible for him to say a word, and the symptoms of his illness grew more obvious.

"Are you okay?"

Huang Yun couldn't join their fight, handed over a handkerchief for him to wipe his sweat, saying, "We all know he's talking nonsense; don't take it to heart."

As soon as she approached, Mo Zhinan instinctively stepped back two steps, lowered his eyes and shook his head, barely managing to squeeze out a few words.

"It's fine..."