National Treasure Artist

Chapter 22 Respective Persistence (Please recommend for collection)

In the commentary, Master Miller spoke sincerely, neither praising nor belittling.

Only detailed analysis was carried out in terms of art, space, aesthetics, and meaning. What the old man produced was real dry goods, showing the cultivation of a true hall-level master.

But the more this is the case, the more convincing it is.

"I don't know where Ms. Hidalgo's judgment about the so-called fake diamond came from."

"Although I don't agree with your conclusion, I respect your opinion!"

At the end of the evaluation, only the old man stood in front of the podium and looked at the seat where Mayor Hidalgo was sitting, and said: "In my opinion, this glass pyramid will come from the courtyard of the Louvre." A huge gem!"

After seeing the old man first denying Hidalgo, and then calling the glass pyramid a huge gem, countless netizens all smiled and opened their mouths, overjoyed.

On the seat, Hidalgo, who was named by Master Miller, turned blue and red for a while, unable to express her anger on the old man, and then, she looked more and more angrily at Davy Tree on the stage.

"The Louvre is like an elder of mine." Master Miller didn't stop, and he looked at the area where the judges were sitting, as if there was something in the words: "She has witnessed my life, growth, maturity, aging go"

"I adore her very much."

"I hope that my colleagues can take responsibility for their voting rights. I hope that all my colleagues can really start from the Louvre and choose the best plan in their hearts!"

"thank you all!"

After speaking, the old man bowed and walked down the stage.

The old man strode off the stage, but the hall fell into silence again.

No matter the prestige of Master Miller, after the commentary was over, he was still resisted.

There was not a single sound in the huge hall, but all the high-ranking dignitaries only looked down at the old man Miller with gloomy faces.

On the contrary, at the same time, in different spaces and places, outside the Grand Palace, in dozens of countries around the world, there were enthusiastic applause and cheers in countless families!
After a while, Davidia involucrata and Miller were seated in their respective positions.

At this time, Mayor Hidalgo stood on the podium with a livid face.

She is the host tonight and is responsible for all the processes of normal commentary.

Standing in front of the podium, she paused for a few seconds. After taking a deep breath, her face gradually returned to normal and even smiled again. She only heard her say:
"Thank you masters, every plan is the most rare boutique, and every work is a master of a genre!"

"It's hard for us to choose, but there is only one Louvre, and we can only choose the most suitable plan for her."

Hidalgo regained his composure, with a generous posture, and said calmly: "Now we will enter the last and most important part of this party."

"We will broadcast live, and in such a party, the 28 judges of the jury will publicly choose the final plan in the form of a transparent vote."

"In the final statistical results, the designer of the proposal with the most votes will be in charge of hosting the Grand Louvre project!"

With that said, the female mayor of Hidalgo waved slightly not far away.

All I saw was a bunch of follow-up lights shining towards the entrance, where 28 attendants walked out in neat lines carrying trays.

The tray was covered with a red blanket, and on it was an envelope, next to which was a Montblanc pen.

The attendants stopped beside the corresponding judges, and handed the envelopes and pens to the judges with both hands.

Except for the person concerned, no one noticed that when the attendants bent down, they seemed to inadvertently press their mouths a few times.

The judges froze for a moment, and then returned to normal. They opened the envelope and found a blank piece of paper inside; they unscrewed the cap of the pen and put it on the pen holder.

At this moment, the jury composed of [-] world-class museum curators and [-] design masters became the real focus.

Outside the hall, tens of thousands of netizens poked their heads out, stretched their heads, and stared at the TV or computer with wide eyes, as if they could see the answers written by the judges on the paper.

The girl Pinellia was sitting cross-legged on the bed, her long black hair was scattered in front of her chest, her small face was extremely tense and tense, she didn't dare to breathe too much.

In her pure mind, she is proud to have such a fellow countryman.

China, Beijing.

Gongtong's ex-girlfriend, Mu Jin, is in the rented hut.

The lights were off, only the screen on the computer was on.

Mu Jin was also nervous, her long eyelashes were trembling, her red lips were also trembling, she clenched her hands
These days, she gets too many calls.

In particular, the calls made when Gongtong was under criticism came back again in a rush.

Mu Jin could hear the ridicule in the sour words.

They are laughing at her blindness, mocking her for throwing away diamonds and picking up glass
She didn't refute, nor did she insult back, she just kept in mind that she even had an idea in her heart.

Mu Jin was watching and waiting, she wanted to see what kind of potential this ex-boyfriend who had made her miss her once had.

In the same capital city, a small single apartment.

Father Bai and mother Bai are waiting. Although they can't do anything, as long as they can watch, they will feel at ease.

No matter how afraid that tonight, Davidia Davidson's plan was not selected, the old couple is also proud in their hearts!
In the hall, thirteen top designers of various genres were also nervous.

These guys have never seen any wind and rain, have never competed for any competition, and have never experienced such a big scene!

Even so, they were still nervous.

It's not the cost, and the desire brought by the income, money is just a number for these masters who are at least at the top of the house.

All they really care about is that honor!

The top representative of eclecticism, Master Martin Klaisson, sat in his place.

He was dressed very formally, and the dress was specially handmade. At this time, his eyesight was a little wandering, and his whole body was tense.

The project was too important to him, too important to the whole eclecticism.

Eclecticism was the mainstream around the world in the nineteenth century, but it has declined since the late twentieth century, and it has even declined in the new millennium.

This feast of the Louvre was regarded by him and the eclectic designers as the horn of counterattack!

If the opening horn hadn't sounded, one can imagine how much morale there is left after that.

From the corner of Clayson's eyes, he glanced at the area where the judges were on one side from time to time. The 56-year-old master felt a sense of tension that he hadn't experienced in decades.

The representative of Baroque style, master Rubens is also nervous.

He was older than Clayson, in his seventies.This old man is just like his design style, he is a person who enjoys luxury very much, and he is a very coquettish master.

Since his youth, he has shown extremely high talent in the baroque genre, and his life trajectory has been surprisingly smooth, and he seems to have become a representative master of the baroque genre without any twists and turns.

He has enjoyed too much, but after entering his twilight years, in this period when he can no longer enjoy women, his greatest expectation in life has become honor.

Chasing the highest honor, he hopes that people will remember him even after thousands of years.

Thus, the Louvre became the prey of Rubens.

Baron Williams' team.

Master Williams sat upright, like a general, on the battlefield.

The old master has already closed his pen, but this time he came out again.

He is the oldest master among the bidding masters, and also the most prestigious one.

The master is so talented that he was honored by the International Association of Architects many years ago, but after he reached the peak, he couldn't pass the final threshold.

If you don't enter the palace level, you will eventually be eliminated by history. This is the regret of the old man's heart for a lifetime!
He thought that he would go to the grave with this regret, but he never thought that in these last days, he would wait for the news of the expansion of the Louvre again.

Once the news came out, he even burst into tears, seeing it as a gift from God.

A soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier, and an artist who doesn't want to enter the palace is not a good artist either!
The Grand Louvre project is the last time that Master Williams launched an impact on the palace level.

After this time, he will never have another chance, whether in energy or in other ways.
The old man will only continue to grow old with this regret, and gradually walk towards the grave.

Each of the masters prayed silently in their hearts with their own pursuits.

The aloof dignitaries glanced over the judges, a little annoyed.

They felt that the situation in this selection was somewhat beyond their control, and they could not assess the impact of Master Miller's remarks on the judges.

They are used to being superior, and this sudden disobedience and loss of control made them very dissatisfied, and they were even thinking about countermeasures in their hearts.

If the incident really does not develop in the expected direction, they must take action to maintain their face and authority.

　There will be a small recommendation tomorrow at [-] o'clock in the afternoon, everyone should cover up the recommendation tickets and prepare to vote.Today is still one update, and tomorrow we will start to guarantee two updates.

　　


(End of this chapter)