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Designers whose artwork was showcased in the Biennale's exhibition hall were either established names in the industry or rising stars heavily backed by top design institutes.Simply having work displayed at the event could open doors to gallery representation, brand partnerships, and lucrative major projects."The exhibition opens on the 15th of next month. As the Biennale's core co-organizer, PrimePrint has two highly coveted independent designer recommendation slots."Avery looked straight at Silas and decisively announced, "I want to give one of those slots to you. Your Urban Memories series will be featured as an independent exhibit."Silas stared at the invitation and didn't reach out to take it over at once. He had navigated the industry long enough to know that opportunities that seemed too good to be true usually came with a price."Ms. Parker," he said, looking up with a calm look in his eyes. "As far as I know, the booth fees, materials, and follow-up PR marketing expens

There were 30 days left until the grand opening of the "City and Warmth—The Fourth Bellmere Independent Spatial Design Biennale".Avery was known throughout the design industry for her swift, decisive style.Early the next morning after meeting Silas, the official exhibition confirmation letter and a detailed timeline landed in his inbox. There were no empty promises, just real work and a clear plan.Silas printed the timeline and taped it onto the white wall in front of his desk with clear tape. From that day onward, the 300-square-foot rental apartment in Brickstone Alley transformed into his one-man battlefield.He turned down all the low-paying freelance gigs on PrimePrint and cut off all unnecessary social activities—though he barely had a social life to begin with.He spiraled into a state of absolute, manic obsession. His daily routine consisted of nothing more than running downstairs to grab a sandwich for a quick meal, then spending the remaining 20 hours of the day glued

The RAM sticks snapped neatly into place with a sharp click. Silas plugged in the power cord and turned the laptop back on.This time, there was no dying screech from within the case. The fan hummed with a steady, low rumble, like a well-fed beast gathering its strength.After taking a deep breath, he reopened the shoe repair shop's project file that had tortured him for three days.When he clicked the "Render" button, the progress bar began advancing steadily, starting from ten percent.Then it hit 50%... 80%... 90%...There wasn't any freezing or blue screen.When the bar smoothly reached the last 100% grid, a clear chime rang throughout the quiet room. A delicate, breathtaking high-resolution conceptual design finally revealed itself to Silas without reservation.Warm yellow light spilled softly over the cobbler's calloused hands. Every fine grain of the leather was rendered down to the smallest detail, and even the tiny dust particles floating in the shadow by the wall were

"I understand. Thank you, Ms. Lockwood. This information is very important," Silas said, looking up. The usual calmness had returned to his eyes.There was no point complaining about how unfair life was. Right now, he needed a concrete survival strategy."A verbal thank you isn't enough. You're racing against the clock now," Estelle said, reaching into her bag to hand him a business card."I have a friend working in the copyright authentication department at Bellmere Design Association. If Carlton plans to file an official report, it'll very likely go through his office."I've tipped him off. As long as he sees your name, he'll find a way to stall the paperwork and buy us some time."Silas solemnly accepted the card."But that's just a temporary stalling tactic," Estelle warned, her expression turning dead serious. "If you want to shut Carlton down for good, you need to finish your remaining pieces of work before he makes his move and immediately register them for the highest-lev

A large crowd had gathered around the main exhibition booth in Zone A, where PrimePrint's exhibit was located.In the center of the crowd, several sleazy-looking men wearing random "Rights Protection Agency" badges across their chests held up enlarged comparison printouts.Their spit flew everywhere as they shouted, "Take a good look, everyone! This is the bright rising star PrimePrint is pushing so hard this year! This crappy Urban Memories series is a blatant copy of a Germacian designer's work from ten years ago!"The buzz-cut man leading the group, Greg Crankshaft, waved the image Silas had seen last night. He was shouting so loudly he might as well have been using a megaphone."If they dare put this shitty plagiarized work on display, they'll be making the entire design industry look bad!"Avery stood blocking the booth, flanked by a few security guards. She was so furious that she let out a cold laugh."I'm warning you—unless the court has rules that this is plagiarism, sho