National Treasure Artist

Chapter 18 The Tramp Has Become a Hero

If the upper-class elites here have some understanding of Chinese culture, then they will definitely hold their heads high and look contemptuously at Davidia Davidia involucrata who is about to take power.

Please spit, it's really a fish eye mixed in the pearl; a rat droppings came out of the hot porridge; it's really a stinky fish, and a pot of soup.

In the resplendent hall, a group of celebrities and nobles stared at the corner, with disdainful expressions, pointing and pointing, with proud expressions, always taking advantage of the situation to make judgments.

On the other side, under the noisy and arrogant discussions, Gongtong seemed very indifferent.

Standing up from the seat with a calm expression, he straightened out the old clothes on his body slowly, and then put the painting tube and drawing board on the back.

Head held high, strode out.

At this moment, there was an invincible aura rising from Davidia Davidson's body, as if a boundless voice was singing in a low voice:
"Although there are tens of thousands of people, I will go alone!"

Outside the hall, countless viewers stared closely at the TV and computers.

They were in complicated moods and didn't dare to breathe too much.

They took a deep breath and clenched their fists involuntarily. They watched TV and discovered the differential treatment in the live broadcast.

When the previous designers appeared on the stage, there would always be dazzling follow-up lights to follow, and all the celebrities and nobles would applaud, and the camera lens would follow and record from the seats.

But when it came to Davidia involucrata, it was different.

There were no follow-up lights, no applause, and even the live broadcast only stayed on the red carpet in front of the stage.

Reminiscent of Gongtong's invisibility all night, they guessed something, but their hearts became more and more sad.

It turned out that in this luxurious hall, that 'vagrant' was also being intentionally ignored!
In the single apartment, the girl Banxia is holding the mobile phone in front of her chest, her big eyes are flickering, and she doesn't move away from the TV for a moment.

The screen of her turned on mobile phone has not disappeared, only to see someone replying to her: "Haha, just now a homeless man with a drawing board appeared on the red carpet of the Grand Palace. Guess what?"

"The tramp turned out to be the designer Bai Gongtong from China!"

After the reply, there was still news, but Ban Xia was in no mood to read it anymore, the laziness on her face gradually subsided, became tense, and became serious.

Upon hearing the news, she had a premonition that the upcoming designer Bai Gongtong would bring her a great surprise.

Staring at the TV, the camera lens is still quietly shining on the red carpet where the lights are refracted.

The lights in front of the red carpet dimmed, and a figure loomed from behind, and the hearts of netizens tightened.

"what!"

But the next moment, Miss Banxia took the first step, and suddenly covered her mouth with her hands, the long eyelashes on her eyes were trembling.

All I saw was a brown backpack strap appeared on the screen, followed by a tall and thin figure that was steady!

When she saw the familiar figure clearly, Miss Banxia lost control of her emotions, she was shocked, surprised, unbelievable and full of admiration.

'Who is Baitongtong? '

"I'm afraid that he will be questioned, but I can't ignore his achievements. He can compete with the masters who have made great achievements!" '

'He is a lofty existence that ordinary people can only look up to, and he is the male pig's foot in the legend! '

'He should be something you can't reach.'

But what about the fact?

She recognized this distant existence as a tramp at first sight.

Only then did Miss Banxia understand what this strange homeless man did. Her eye circles were red, and her long and curled eyelashes trembled slightly. Even her little brain kept thinking about it for hours. previous screen!

When she remembered that she almost leaned against Davidia involucrata's arms in order to pull the pen, her little face turned red.

"No wonder this tramp is so powerful!"

Davidia involucrata appeared in the video of the camera, he was still wearing the tattered clothes, his hair was still full of greasy and stains, but at this moment he still held his head high, walking firmly and calmly.

No applause, no follow spot, none of that, but so what?

A general momentum poured out from his body.

Countless silent and suppressed netizens in front of the TV, when they saw Davidia involucrata for the first time, the emotions overflowing in their chests were like a volcano, and there was only a 'bang', and nothing could stop it .

"This is our hero!"

Some netizens typed out such a sentence word by word.

Afterwards, there was no other news on Facebook, Weibo, Twitter, all the dating pages, and the personal homepages of each netizen.

"This is our hero!"

Netizens in the United States forwarded it.

"This is our hero!"

Chinese netizens forwarded it.

"This is our hero!"

Australian netizens forwarded it!

"This is our hero!"

RB's netizens are also forwarding it!
Various languages, but it can be translated to the same meaning.

This is the hero, the hero of all their ordinary people.

He doesn't have the good looks of a star;

He doesn't have the deep family background of the rich second generation;
He doesn't have the monstrous IQ of the International Genius Club, he's just an ordinary person!
The hard work and hard work of an ordinary person who can be seen and touched is the source of his real success!

This is their hero!They misunderstood their heroes!
They are jealous of their heroes!They blame themselves and feel ashamed!
Gongtong stood on a circular stage with a diameter of tens of meters, under the luxurious crystal chandelier, his embarrassment seemed to be captured by a magnifying glass.

Seeing the image of Davidia involucrata, the celebrities and nobles in the audience burst out laughing undisguisedly.

"Hey, what is he doing here?"

"Who knows? I really don't know why these people were brought in."

"The young man is still young, and a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. After this time, I will see how he will go in the future."

"Can't you pick up trash? He's well dressed!"

In the seats, two young ladies were wearing luxurious dresses, smiling prettily, and only listening to their conversation.

Such remarks were so blatant that the hall full of celebrities didn't even bother to pretend. Their contempt seemed to be faintly heard and seen on the live broadcast of the TV.

And Davidia involucrata, on such an occasion, completed a series of actions in a leisurely manner.

Open the backpack, take out the easel and set it up, put the drawing board on it, and order the paper
Take out the bucket and fill it with an appropriate amount of water, take out the pencil case, and open the paint box.
The sounds of ridicule and disdain became more wanton and rampant.

Countless netizens looked at Davidia Davidson's plain expression, unhurried movements, watched and listened to the disdain that filled the hall.
They clasped their hands together and prayed devoutly.

They feel that after living for so many years, they never look forward to the success of one thing more than they do now!

They are full of emotion, every cell is longing.

They are begging God, praying to the Buddha, and worshiping the patriarch.
They really hope that Gongtong can snatch the right to host the big Louvre project.

China, the night is getting darker.

Bai's father and Bai's mother smiled at each other, and they were the least worried.

They have always believed in their son, he will never be defeated.

"Who should I choose?"

Miss Banxia was very entangled, she didn't know whose work she wanted to win in the end.

In her opinion, modern and classical are two eras, separated by 1000 years.

How can the gap of 1000 years be put together?
So she didn't want Davidia Davidson's plan to win the right to host.

But if she was not selected, for some reason, the girl's sentimental heart felt distressed for the young people on TV.

Delicate eyebrows, tightly knit
(End of this chapter)