National Treasure Artist

Chapter 15 The Three Days That Disappeared

"He really shouldn't be treated like this."

In the city of Paris, the young man watched the live broadcast in the Grand Palace, frowned and sighed softly.

The youth scanned the various forums and live broadcast pages, and found that the netizens seemed to have unified a tacit understanding.

That is, like a live camera, the image of the camera lens, every time it sweeps over the designer group, always misses a figure in the corner.

"Have you noticed! The blond girl who turned around in the picture just now is really beautiful, with a superb figure!"

"Hey, don't think about the man upstairs. I know that girl. Dad is the helm of a multinational company, and my mother is a pianist. She studied in a noble school since she was a child, and she was a classmate with the royal family."

"As expected of Master Claisson, I guess, his plan is likely to be selected into the final plan."

"Yes, where is France? Those people are proud of their long history. This plan simply brings together the essence of European culture for thousands of years!"

"Haha, but, I'm still more interested in the girl from before."

The same is true for netizens. They are discussing enthusiastically and exchanging excitedly. They are talking about designers, works, and even celebrities and movie stars that flash in the screen from time to time.
In such a feast, the main character who was supposed to attract the most attention became invisible and was intentionally forgotten in a corner.

The young people feel a little uncomfortable, uncomfortable for Davidia involucrata, unwilling, and aggrieved!
Being joined hands by everyone and intentionally ignored, to some extent, this is a silent sanction.

'drop! '

At this moment, a notification sounded from the background of the computer.

The young man hurriedly opened the page, poked his head, and looked expectant.

But soon, disappointment appeared on his face again, and a prompt message was updated on the software: 'No similar pictures found. '

He was silent, raised his head suddenly, jumped up, ran to the bathroom in a few barefoot steps, and fumbled in the clothes he had just changed.

Sure enough, after a while, he took out a small box from his pants pocket.

He remembered that a few days ago, he was taking pictures in the Louvre Museum, and it seemed that in a certain photo, the figure of the homeless man was framed by accident!
He had a reflection on this photo, and he complained at the time, a photo with an excellent composition was destroyed by this homeless man who suddenly broke in.

Now that I think about it, doesn't this homeless man look familiar?
The young man grabbed the memory card, imported it into the computer again, and screened it with the image recognition system.

This time, he didn't switch the software to the background again, and wanted to watch the data bar jump with his own eyes.

The young man didn't know that he was not the only one who was looking for it. At the same time, there was also a netizen in each of the three places in the United States, the United Kingdom, and Paris.

There is a common connection between them, that is, they have visited the Louvre at different times during the three days.

They were familiar with the homeless man, and at the same time they had an inexplicable affection for the young Chinese designer.

So, spontaneously, some people took out their mobile phones and rummaged through hundreds of photos;
They believe that something must have happened in the three days after Davidia involucrata arrived in France, and there must be something hidden that can surprise everyone!

Father Bai and mother Bai guarded the live video in Huaguo.

In the live broadcast room, hundreds of thousands of netizens pointed at a famous lady or a certain star, watched the project, and the famous designer talked about it.

The faces of the old couple looked calm. Although they could no longer see the picture of their son, the resolute and upright figure in tattered clothes and shoes was always in their minds.

They know that they don't need to do anything anymore, they don't need to worry about it, they just need to silently and firmly believe that their son will not be defeated!

I'm afraid that everyone is ignoring that figure on purpose, but there will always be their old couple behind that figure.

"Good evening, gentlemen and ladies."

A middle-aged man in a black dress stood in front of his seat. He gestured slightly to his surroundings, only to hear him say: "I like Master Claisson's works very much. As we all know, I am a loyal fan of the master."

The middle-aged man was the first guest to comment on behalf of celebrities and nobles. His name was Lorenzo Medici, a member of the Medici family inherited from the Renaissance.

This one, Lorenzo Medici, is a well-known art patron in the art world and an important supporter behind Martin Claesson.

In the art world, there are always a few crazy fans behind the well-known masters.

They're waving checks, pushing the gurus' worth to higher status.

In history, it was the aristocrats who sought after masters, but today, it is represented by bourgeoisie.

"Eclecticism is a very alive genre."

All the lights converged on Lorenzo's body, only to see him with a very gentlemanly smile, talking eloquently: "It does not stick to a fixed form, it looks for the most suitable style in the long history, and will They fit together perfectly."

"The Louvre is really too old, it comes from the Renaissance."

It is said to be a comment, but it gradually turned into a canvassing. Lorenzo Medici is exerting his own influence: "It should gather all the good things!"

"I think, Master Kleinson has done it perfectly!"

"Extracting the essence of Europe's thousand-year history, Master Claisson will make the new Louvre the pride of all Europeans!"

"If the expansion project of the Louvre is finally Claisson's work." Lorenzo's loud voice paused, he gestured with a finger, and said proudly: "I will donate 1000 million to the French government Euros for the construction of the Louvre!"

'1000 million euros! '

After his words fell, even the hall full of celebrities couldn't help exclaiming, all of them were shocked by Lorenzo's handwriting.

The bright lights shone on the face of the middle-aged man, his expression was so confident, as if everything was under his palm.

This is these celebrities and nobles, they have too much energy.

Even under such a solemn election, there is still the energy to control the situation.

Even the French government cannot ignore such a huge sum of money!

After the surprise, in the Grand Palace, celebrities and nobles all smiled and applauded Lorenzo Medici.

Isn't this what they are proud of and proud of?
They can easily decide the fate of ordinary people according to their own preferences.

For example, they didn't like the impolite and rebellious homeless boy very much, so, in such an occasion, as the protagonist, he would still be 'ignored' by everyone.

Under the seat, the female mayor of Hidalgo applauded lightly and smiled brightly. Lorenzo's handwriting is a very brilliant resume for her political achievements.

She looked at Lorenzo Medici, but she didn't know what to think of. She turned her eyes to the seats of the designers and glanced at the corner.

She saw the figure that disgusted her, but she didn't see the despair she expected on the latter's face, so she couldn't help frowning.

"A poor kid who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, he hasn't recognized the world yet!"

"Let me teach you a lesson."

After Lorenzo Medici came the judges' comments. Mr. Mario looked at Master Miller respectfully, but saw that Master Miller just waved his hand indifferently, without the slightest intention or interest to participate in the comment.

The Miller master jury has the highest status and is the most important reviewer, and among the jury, Klaisson most hopes to comment on his works.

It's a pity, it seems that the master seems to be old and doesn't have the energy to comment.

Clayson showed subtle disappointment on his face, followed by a slight bow to Mario, thanking him for his upcoming evaluation.

Mario analyzed every detail of Klaisson's works in great detail, expressed a very high comment on it, and concluded with the high conclusion of 'this is a master of eclecticism'.

In the bachelor apartment.

Miss Banxia sat cross-legged on the bed, nodding her head from time to time with her small face, listening to Mario's words seriously.

Her little face was flushed, and she seemed a little excited. After Mario finished the analysis, she saw that the girl couldn't wait to take out her phone and open her frequent social account.

Sure enough, the circle of friends was full of praise, and friends expressed their amazement at Master Klaisson's works.

The girl carefully looked at every compliment, her big eyes bent into crescents. She liked Klaisson's work very much, and she hoped that her friends would like it too.

Ban Xia keeps flipping through Moments, and suddenly sees some strange news.

"This pretentious 666, dare to appear in the Grand Palace like this, is it probably the first time?"

Looking at the time, it was the time when she was taking a bath.

Pinellia was a little strange, seeing the news, my friends laughed out loud, a little puzzled.

"Did something weird happen while I was taking a shower?"

I only heard the little girl muttering, followed by grabbing the phone, and typed out the question word by word: 'Excuse me, what happened?Who showed up at the Grand Palace? '

(End of this chapter)