Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 200 There’s a road to heaven yet you don’t take it; there’s no door to hell yet you insist on going [2 more updates]

Chapter 200: 200 There’s a road to heaven yet you don’t take it; there’s no door to hell yet you insist on going [2 more updates]

[It has to be said, some domestic brands just like to play on the edge like this for a gimmick, to chase after popularity. Wouldn’t it be better to do some original work?]

[Sigh, I’m so disappointed, Su embroidery is originally ours, yet now it has been snatched away by a foreign company first, it’s really useless.]

[I was wondering how Pulling the Sky Company suddenly became so popular, summarize it in two words—loves to leech, leeching off the "Annus Mirabilis" crew, leeching off Yunjing Museum, not much real strength, but quite a bit of marketing.]

[Take a good look at Pulling the Sky Company, I suspect those ancient-styled jewelry pieces have also plagiarized other major brands.]

Online public opinion was indeed unfavorable towards Pulling the Sky Company.

After all, compared to Saint Leys, a light luxury brand that already enjoyed considerable international reputation, Pulling the Sky was just a brand that surged unexpectedly and hadn’t yet found a solid footing.

"I was wondering why Shi Yongxin was in such a rush to leave, turns out he had started to act in secret," Jiang Xulin said coldly, "Taking our stuff to flatter foreign brands, he’s really got guts."

Fang Qingli furrowed her brows, "Sister Lan, can we directly report him for stealing company secrets? So brazenly, just use the law to put him behind bars."

"We can," Ye Wanlan nodded, "but doing so will only deal with Shi Yongxin himself; Saint Leys won’t be greatly affected and they won’t let it go easily."

"First, block the IP addresses of the online trolls who maliciously lead the narrative."

"Alright, Sister Lan, huh—" Fang Qingli paused for a second, lifting her head from her phone in confusion, "Sister Lan, those trolls have already been blocked."

Was someone else helping them?

"Oh?" Ye Wanlan raised her head, pondering for a moment, "I know who’s helping. Since the malicious trolls have been blocked, let’s release a statement first."

Fang Qingli nodded, "Okay, I’ll go do that now."

"I’ll look for the original sketches," Jiang Xulin regained his composure, "Shi Yongxin and Saint Leys Company must not escape the law!"

Ye Wanlan nodded in agreement.

After the two left, she then lowered her head and sent out a message on her phone.

[Ye Wanlan]: Thanks for the help, Young Master Yan.

At this very moment, in the counseling room at Jiangcheng No.7 Middle School.

Yan Tingfeng was leaning against the window, brewing tea while watching the scenery downstairs with an indifferent expression.

His phone chimed at that moment, a special notification.

He arched his eyebrows and swiped to unlock the screen.

Seeing the words "Young Master Yan," something in Yan Tingfeng’s chest seemed to be lightly tapped, causing a slight tremor.

[Yan Tingfeng]: It’s a trivial matter, no need for thanks between you and me.

"Today, I saved several depressed and anxious boys and girls, I feel quite accomplished," Rong Yu said proudly beside him, "Should we ask Student Ye out for dinner later?"

"She doesn’t have the time," Yan Tingfeng said, propping his head with his hand, "The company had some issues, I just helped resolve some."

"Ah, running a company really isn’t an easy task," Rong Yu exclaimed after hearing this, "I heard some gossip recently. In one company, an employee poisoned their boss; in another, a dispute over shares led to the entire family of one party being killed, and the company had to change its name."

Hearing this, Yan Tingfeng replied with a faint expression: "I won’t let such things happen."

"It’s mainly because such things are hard to guard against!" Rong Yu walked back and forth with hands behind his back, "Take the recent example, that kid, Jiang Xulin’s aunt, Quan Zhaoning, she was being poisoned by someone close to her, if not for Miss Ye’s keen eye, she would probably be gone by now."

Many corporate battles are actually plain and simple, without the reciprocal scheming and deception, poisoning and bribing the employees of the other company are the most common and effective tactics used.

Yan Tingfeng was noncommittal: "Living in modern society, indeed, some things are quite troublesome."

"Yo ho, what do you mean by that?" Rong Yu looked at him, "You think ancient times were any better? One careless move and off goes your head."

Yan Tingfeng spoke coolly, "Maybe the person capable of turning me into someone like that hasn’t been born yet."

"How could they not be?" Rong Yu hummed, "Don’t you like Princess Yongning? Don’t you know she had the Decree of Execution? Even the Xiang Imperial Family could be executed, let alone others?"

Indeed, after hearing this, Yan Tingfeng fell silent for a while.

But seconds later, he smiled again, "Too bad, I’ve never met her. If I could, that would be great."

"I think you’re obsessed, even if you like her, she’s a historical figure," Rong Yu muttered, "Forget it, what do you want to eat? I’ll go to the cafeteria and bring something back for you."

Yan Tingfeng’s voice was indifferent: "Anything’s fine."

Only he knew that history was never just history, but rather every single event he had personally lived through.

**

The statement by Ye Wanlan’s Public Relations department was very simple, just eight words.

[@Pulling the SkyV: All works are original creations.]

Yet these eight words escalated the plagiarism controversy to a new level.

[Really? Without physical evidence, witness testimony, or even an official seal, it’s just verbal assertions?]

[I can make verbal assertions too. I could say I’m Princess Yongning, pay me ten million, and I’ll make you all high-ranking officials.]

[Saint Leys has made a statement too! A big company indeed, look at their statement!]

[@SaintLeysV: If the design does not respect originality, then the design world will be ruined [image]]

The image displayed the creative concepts, sketches, and such for this season’s new products, completed with the company’s official seal.

Under the scrutiny of the general public, it was obvious that Pulling the Sky Company’s statement was at a disadvantage.

"Sister Lan, aren’t we going to release any evidence?" Fang Qingli said angrily, "Saint Leys is shameless, accusing us instead."

"Not yet, we need to negotiate," Ye Wanlan said indifferently, "Based on the negotiation outcome, we will decide whether to implement Plan A or Plan B."

Jiang Xulin and Fang Qingli exchanged glances, both somewhat puzzled: "There are two plans?"

"Of course," Ye Wanlan said with a slight smile, "If they admit their mistake and accept the responsibility for plagiarism, then it’s Plan A. But if they refuse to acknowledge their fault and instead accuse us, then we will have to execute Plan B."

Jiang Xulin frowned: "Saint Leys has already issued such a statement, would they really admit their mistake?"

"Hmm," Ye Wanlan said with a cool demeanor, "So, I gave them a way out, but they chose not to take it. Soon they will call us, asking you to go over."

Upon hearing this sentence, Jiang Xulin was momentarily stunned.

And indeed, in less than a moment—just two minutes—his private number received a call from the president of Saint Leys Shenzhou Region, inviting him to visit the Jiangcheng branch.

Just as Jiang Xulin was about to outright refuse, he caught Ye Wanlan’s gaze and reluctantly agreed.

"I’ll come with you," Ye Wanlan said, "Just treat me as your assistant. Don’t give anything away."

Jiang Xulin let out a wry smile: "That’s quite a lot of pressure on me."

Thirty-five minutes later, at the Saint Leys Jiangcheng branch.

The secretary respectfully ushered Jiang Xulin inside, where a blond man in his thirties awaited in the office.

"Director Jiang, hello," the blond man said as he adjusted his glasses, ignoring Ye Wanlan with her head slightly bowed, "Let’s get to the point. You must have seen the news online. What’s your decision?"

Jiang Xulin looked at him coldly: "What does Saint Leys mean by this?"

"Director Jiang, you’re young and accomplished, only twenty-five, right in your prime," the blond man said with a slight smile, "Why bind yourself to a small company?"

Jiang Xulin kept silent, his mind reeling.

It wasn’t the blond man’s words that shocked him, but the fact that before coming here, Ye Wanlan had told him that the other party would definitely try to poach him, and the described words were exactly the same.

At this moment, he truly felt the terror of Ye Wanlan.

To describe her as well-prepared was an understatement. She seemed to anticipate every possible outcome and had strategies ready for each one.

In her hands, everything in the world looked like mere pieces on a chessboard.

Nothing on that chessboard could escape her eyes, and every piece was under her control.

Showing an angry demeanor, Jiang Xulin was actually quite calm inside: "You plagiarize my work and now you want to poach me?"

"Director Jiang, you’re not being fair with your words," the blond man said, his smile fading, "Su embroidery, indeed, is Shenzhou’s exquisite craftsmanship, and intangible cultural heritage belongs to the world; it’s not something that can be patented, is it?"

He had seen Jiang Xulin’s designs, which could be considered masterful.

Even if these designs were presented at international fashion competitions, they would surely make it into the top three.

"Director Jiang, you should know, even the top three luxury brands in the world can’t match you. If you come to Saint Leys, with our joint effort, you could make it to the Global Center next year," the blond man continued to seduce him, "What can Pulling the Sky Company offer you?"

Jiang Xulin sneered: "So you mean, if I don’t bring my team over to your company, the plagiarism accusation will only fall on me?"

"It sounds like Director Jiang really doesn’t want to leave Pulling the Sky Company," the blond man sighed, "Then there’s nothing we can do but let you and Pulling the Sky rot together in infamy."

Finally, Ye Wanlan looked up, her voice indifferent: "The negotiation can end now."

They chose the path to hell when heaven’s gate was open.

She would oblige them!