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Chapter 992

"I'm so angry! Yun Qianrou and Mu Chuling, what do you think this is? This is the most advanced hall of honor in China, and hundreds of millions of people watch the national live broadcast. With your style, you are the first socialite and runner-up? Bah! It's so disgusting!"

"Mu Chuling is just a complete fool-porn!"

"Yun Qianrou is even more disgusting. She keeps saying that she cares about Yun Qing, but when she hears that Yun Qing may be the champion, she is the first to stand up and question it with a rhythm. Yun Qing is so unlucky with such a hypocritical and vicious sister!"

"It's not enough that you are not upright in your own mind. You dare to publicly encourage their brainless fans to question all the old seniors in the perfume industry on such a solemn occasion... It's hard to believe that these two women are brain-diseased?"

"Can a person like Yun Qianrou win the runner-up? I think there is something wrong with Yun Qing's chances of winning the championship. She is really a problem with the runner-up!"

"Mu Chuling, have you not lost enough people yet? The champion is not you. Please get out of here and return the championship to the person you deserve!"

"Mu Chuling, get down!"

"Get down!!"

For a moment, the overwhelming curses smashed Mu Chuling and Yun Qianrou fiercely.

The domestic perfume competition is the most famous event in the country in the past six months, especially this year, because there are too many special circumstances, it has left the circle early, and the popularity is unimaginable.

There were not only domestic media reporters at the scene, but also many foreign media.

It is unpleasant to make such an obsession in the ownership of the champion. If the foreign media's pen and mouth are a little more toxic, the entire Z country will be disgraced and become an international joke.

Mu Chuling and Yun Qianrou are good, but the facts are in front of you, but they refuse to admit their failures. Instead, they openly use scheming methods that are not worthy of the market to question the reputation of the perfume industry.

This is definitely anger!

Yun Qianrou's face turned blue and white. She suddenly realized that she had said the wrong thing, so she raised her hand to cover her face and sat down immediately.

Tu Liu Mu Chuling stood alone on the stage, facing the humiliation and abuse sweeping over, his eyes were red and he shook his head in panic, "I don't agree, I can't fail to win the championship, the championship must be mine..."

Mr. Huo was full of anger, "Why must the champion be yours? Who stipulated that the champion of the previous session could not be the last one in the next session?"

Mu Chuling's face turned pale and wanted to refute, but couldn't find the reason. She just stared at Yun Qing with sharp eyes and repeated like crazy, "I don't agree! Even if I'm not the champion, I can't even be able to enter the top ten..."

Mr. Huo stared at her face with a sharp look and snorted coldly, "Three hundred and sixty-five days a year are enough to change too many things. When you rely on a championship trophy and make money in the entertainment industry, other perfumers are working hard!"

"When you act like a mighty person and look down on others, others practice techniques day and night, you are resentful and jealous of others, others are pursuing the incense recipe wholeheartedly... People are working hard and you are regressing, then what is impossible if you are thrown away?!"

"This is a domestic perfume competition, which gathers the top perfume among the more than one billion people in Z country. Every person who can stand on the altar is all talented and hard-bodied. Win a person who is not interested in making progress...what is strange?!"

"Did you not find it yet? None of the narrow-minded perfumers led by you who like to make trouble for nothing get a ranking. When you focus on jealousy and suppress others, you are destined to lose!"

A few words pierced into Mu Chuling's heart like a knife. She bit her lip and a hint of burning shame surged on her face.

The perfumers who helped her stand in front and targeted Yun Qing also lowered their heads in shame.

This is a fact that no one can deny.

The top ten this year, except for Xu Mei and Bo Chi Han and Yun Qianrou, who have had historical achievements, the rest are those who don’t like to join in the fun and like to talk.
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