National Treasure Artist

Chapter 23 Counting Votes (Please recommend and collect!)
The 28 judges did not whisper to each other, just holding pens, staring at the paper, deep in thought.

Among them, there are those who made up their minds and wrote early; there were also those who hesitated and wrote but crossed them out;
In the hall, the cameras of each camera turned to the judges' seat one after another, so that any corner was clearly recorded.

Master Miller was the most decisive. When he just got the envelope, he had already leaned over the table, holding the pen and wrote the answer without stopping.

He folded the paper without hesitation, stuffed it into the envelope, and handed it back to the attendant waiting beside him first.

Seeing the old man's accuracy, countless netizens couldn't help but shake hands fiercely. They can definitely determine who the first vote was delivered to!

"I think Master Miller is really old."

"I have lost the most basic ability to judge."

Seeing this, the ladies and gentlemen frowned, exchanged a few words softly, and then fell silent one after another.

After Master Miller, there has never been such a judge again, and there is a long time interval between each judge's writing.

As time passed, more and more lists were confirmed, and the reclosed envelopes were placed on the tray.

After half an hour, only three judges remained untouched. They are the curator of the Louvre Museum, Mr. Mario, the master of classicism, and the bishop who is the curator of the Vatican Museum.

The focus of sight began to focus on the three of them.

Every movement of them aroused the tension and anticipation of many people.

No one is rushing them, everyone is waiting.

The thirteen big-name designers who participated in the election couldn't sit still anymore, and they stopped pretending to be reserved, and turned their heads from time to time to look in the direction of the three judges.

After 5 minutes, the curator of the Vatican Museum, the Bishop, took the lead to write down the answer and returned the envelope to the attendant.

Immediately after the 8th minute, the director of the Louvre Museum's expression became solemn and sacred. Everyone could see the solemnity in his heart, and he wrote down his decision almost word for word while holding a pen.

Holding the envelope in both hands, he solemnly handed it over to the attendant waiting beside him.

After the two passed, the focus on and off the court was on Mario, the master of classicism.

It has been speculated that Master Mario hovers between the eclectic genre of Claisson and the classicism of Williams.

In the previous comments, Master Mario gave the highest evaluation to the works of the two!

Master Mario's hesitation was very long, and anyone could see the strong entanglement on the face of this burly artist.

Mario's bushy beard trembled from time to time, and his expression was even a little ferocious.

Until No. 30 minutes or so, I saw Master Mario hammering the table fiercely, almost gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice in his heart: "That's it, anyway, it's unlikely to be swayed by this vote." final result. '

He grabbed the pen and wrote down his decision aggressively.

Handing the envelope to the attendant beside him, Mario let out a sigh of relief.

However, what he didn't expect was that it was precisely because of his last vote that the final plan of the Louvre was determined and history was affected.

When Mario was in his old age, a reporter interviewed him and asked him if he regretted the final decision he made.

But he laughed, and answered three words with his still sonorous voice: "I'm glad!"

The 28 judges had already made their decisions, and the attendants began to line up to the podium.

One by one, they handed the envelopes containing the results to the female mayor of Hidalgo who was waiting in front of the podium.

The whole process is recorded by the camera to prevent any package drop or other possibility during the process.

Hidalgo solemnly put all the envelopes in the box on the podium, and she nodded to the attendants to let them back down.

"Ladies and gentlemen."

The lights of the whole venue were dimmed, and only Hidalgo was shrouded in huge follow-spot lights.

At the same time, the podium began to rise from the stage, and Hidalgo stood on the stage and glanced across the audience. She solemnly announced: "Now all the results have gathered in my hands."

"I will open each envelope and read out their results under the supervision of the whole audience."

"After all the results are made public, the plan with the most votes will become the final implementation plan of the Grand Louvre plan."

"If there is a tie in the plan with the highest number of votes, we will implement the second plan and hand over the choice of the tie-up plan to the hands of the citizens of Paris. At that time, the citizens will hold the citizen card and go to the Louvre Napoleon Square. Vote."

Hidalgo's crisp voice echoed in the Grand Palace.

One by one, the precautions were announced by her.

At the same time, everyone's attention became highly concentrated.

"The first vote is from Master Miller!"

Hidalgo reached out and took out the first envelope, and showed it slightly in front of everyone, only to hear her speak loudly.

Opening the envelope and taking out the paper inside, Hidalgo frowned for a moment, and then stretched it out very quickly. She reported:

"Congratulations to David Dove, designer Bai!"

As soon as Hidalgo's words fell, thousands of supporters of Davidia involucrata outside the hall cheered at the same time.

'It's a good start! '

In the hall, the faces of the celebrities and nobles who were full were not showing, which was expected by them.

At the same time, the names of thirteen host designers appeared on the LCD screens on all sides of the hall, and beside the names of Davidia involucrata, a tree diagram appeared and marked with the word 'one'.

Regarding the first voting result, Hidalgo did not make redundant comments, but just put down the envelope and solemnly took out the next voting result.

"The second vote comes from Mr. Neil McGregor, the curator of the British Museum!"

Hidalgo showed the name on the envelope, and her tone was a little relaxed. She took out the paper in the envelope, and after seeing the result clearly, she couldn't help but smile:
"Congratulations to Master Williams for getting the second vote!"

Following the sound of Hidalgo's voice, a spotlight above the hall lit up one after another and shone in the direction of Master Williams.

At the same time, there was warm applause in the hall.

All the celebrities and nobles smiled politely and nodded.

Under the spotlight, Master Williams stood up and bowed slightly in all directions to express his thanks.

Master Williams himself came from the nobility, and the full house of dignitaries regarded him as belonging to the same circle, and the master obviously thought deeply about the rules of the game in the circle.

Etiquette and rules are well done.

"I am very grateful to Mr. Neil McGregor for his fair evaluation of the Grand Louvre project, thank you!"

On the screen, a tree diagram representing Williams also appeared. At this time, the female mayor of Hidalgo did not put down the envelope directly, but looked at the judges' seat and thanked loudly.

This sentence did not appear when Master Miller's voting rights were announced.

The implication is to secretly question the authority of Master Miller's vote.

In nearly a hundred years of life experience, Master Miller has never seen any kind of wind and rain. For such suppression, he does not even want to spend more effort to blink his eyes.

He just quietly looked forward with his slightly cloudy eyes, waiting for more results to be announced.

　Please everyone!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)