National Treasure Artist

Chapter 24 The Cruel Grand Louvre Project (Second Watch, please recommend for collection)

Envelopes were opened one by one, and the dust settled one by one.

The lights in the hall were dim, only Hidalgo's podium was dazzling and high above.

The atmosphere inside and outside the arena is getting hotter and hotter. People's palms are sweating, and they only feel that their own heartbeats are so clearly visible.

Gradually, more and more masters were declared out.

One vote announced.

The representative master of the postmodernism school was eliminated!

One vote announced.

The masters of the Renaissance style are knocked out!

One vote announced.

The masters of the romantic genre are out!

The further you get to the back, the more important the meaning of each vote is, because they make the situation more and more clear, and each vote can eliminate several genres.

"Damn, why is the atmosphere so dignified, my heart hangs in my throat."

"Me too, I can't take it anymore, every time she announces, my heart trembles!"

"God bless, it's a good thing we Davidia involucrata are not out, otherwise I would really cry."

"I have really experienced the cruelty of the Grand Louvre selection. Look, among the masters who were eliminated before, which one is not a big coffee?"

"Now, these old masters in their respective genres are also suffering and suffering. Look at the team of the romanticism genre just now, they are all decades older, and they are crying like hell!"

"I really can't imagine how terrifying it would be in that hall. If I were there, I would have to stop breathing."

"Still breathing? I'm so shivering!"

The faces of the netizens who watched the live broadcast were flushed, their bodies were tense, and they didn't even dare to move too much for fear.

Some people want to go to the toilet, but they are afraid that they will miss the historic scene, so they hold back.

Sure enough, at this moment, Hidalgo stood on the podium and announced again.

After the votes of the director of the British Museum were announced, Mr. Rubens, the master of the Baroque genre, wailed.

He looked pained and put his head in his hands.

Master Rubens, out!

The celebrities and nobles in the house were not surprised, they just waited quietly, and they took a sip from their red wine glasses from time to time.

From time to time, their eyes swept over those suffering masters, and the corners of their mouths couldn't help but slightly raised.

Looking down from a lofty posture, it seems that they have become toys in the hands of themselves and others, and they can watch them struggle, suffer, howl, and be happy.
The young man who was inadvertently thrown into the corner by a famous lady and aristocrat suddenly frowned and put down the wine glass in his hand heavily.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, 24 votes have been revealed, and the remaining four people, including the director of the Egyptian Museum, the director of the Vatican Museum, the director of the Louvre Museum, and Mr. Mario, a master of classicism, have not been announced.

"There is still hope, it will definitely be possible, and after so much effort, there will be rewards!"

"Yeah, I don't believe there is anyone else who can do what Davidia involucrata does, without eating or drinking for three days just to understand the Louvre!"

"Now there are only three designers left."

"Master Williams has nine votes, our Davidia involucrata has seven votes, and Master Martin Clayson has six votes!"

"The next vote is crucial, and I firmly believe that a miracle can still happen."

"The next vote is the one that decides whether or not Master Kleinson will be eliminated. We, Dove Tree, still have a chance!"

"Come on, the next vote will also determine whether Davidia Davidson is out. Who do you think Master Mario will vote for? He is a firm opponent of the glass pyramid!"

"I don't care, anyway, I only recognize Davidia involucrata Bai!"

China's live broadcast room, Weibo, various countries' dating platforms, Facebook, and Twitter have become popular all of a sudden.

From one after another of the comments, one can see the fierce competition in the hall. Netizens have held their breaths and prayed to the gods and Buddhas in the bottom of their hearts.

They are guilty of Davidia involucrata, they regard Davidia involucrata as a hero, and they hope that the honor of Davidia involucrata will be deepened!
They are looking forward to
In the hall, Master Martin Klaisson was sitting upright with a dignified expression. His whole body was tense, and he was even trembling involuntarily and undetectably because of his extreme nervousness.

Beside Master Klaisson, his team clenched their fists and breathed as low as possible
They attach too much importance to the expansion plan of the Louvre. This is the clarion call for the counterattack of the eclectic school!
They do not represent themselves, but represent a long inheritance.

If they lose, it may be because of this failure that in the near future, an ancient long-standing inheritance will be wiped out.

If so, they would all be sinners!
The aloof dignitaries restrained their chuckles and looked at Hidalgo intently.

This is a decisive vote, and it is very likely that the tramp who has been an eyesore for a long time will go away.

Hidalgo stood in front of the podium, shrouded in blinding spotlights.

She is wearing luxurious dresses and precious jewels, holding her head high to enjoy everyone's attention, and her arrogant look seems to be the female Zeus who decides the fate of people.

"No.20 five votes, from Ms. Wafaa Siddiq, curator of the Egyptian Museum!"

Hidalgo slightly showed the envelope in front of everyone, then opened it, and pulled out the paper on which the answer was recorded.

Looking across, the female mayor raised the corner of her mouth, but she didn't directly open her mouth to announce.

Dozens of cameras were aimed at Hidalgo, and her every movement, every expression, and every gesture had been scrutinized by countless people.

When the corner of Hidalgo's mouth raised, tens of millions of netizens before the live broadcast felt a 'click' in their hearts.

Sure enough, Hidalgo cleared his throat, took a deep breath, and then raised his voice suddenly:

"Congratulations, Master Williams!"

"Congratulations on your tenth personal vote!"

'boom! '

As soon as Hidalgo's voice fell, before Master Williams reacted in the audience, Martin Claesson had already slumped on his seat, his face was painful, and he was holding his head in his hands.

The team behind him is also sad, collapsed, and desperate.
Many even cried bitterly!
The reaction of Hidalgo's team was broadcast live to the world, and designers of the eclectic genre were suffering with them.

The tens of millions of netizens who support Davidia involucrata have sympathy, and many people are gradually losing control and collapsing.

They are too eager for Davidia involucrata to win the final victory, and there has never been anything that has raised everyone's expectations like this!
They think that this is their own atonement!

"Why is this happening? Can there be a miracle?"

Someone cried out in despair.

This is the Grand Louvre project!
It is not only the competition field of the masters, but also the grave of the masters, where every master's last hope is buried bit by bit.

Rubens, the representative master of the Baroque genre, is out, the postmodern master is out, and the master of the Renaissance style is out.
Finally, even Martin Claesson, who had countless supporters and was regarded as the hope of the rise of eclecticism, was out!
In the hall, the high and powerful dignitaries applauded lightly and nodded with a smile on their faces.

They raised their wine glasses to each other, bumped into each other from a distance, and then drank it down in one gulp!

Although there were some twists and turns, the final result could not escape their control.

Even, because of this sudden twists and turns and changes, the dignitaries seemed even more proud.

They looked at the old man Miller with contempt:

"What's wrong with the hall-level master, it's just a bigger ant!"

"The hall-level masters are just tools that we promote for fun."

"The hall-level master dares to oppose us, and you will fall!"

There are three votes left, two of which are curators of ancient European museums who are very stubborn, and one who does not like modernism.

The last was a master of classicism, a staunch opponent of the glass pyramid.

Despair, people can not see a little hope.

In a bachelor apartment in Paris.

Miss Banxia held the big bear beside her in her arms, her small face was tense, she could only hear her muttering to herself in a daze: "So, will the final result be Master Williams?"

She likes the classicism of Master Williams the most, but for some reason, she feels sour at this moment.

In the capital city of China, in a dim hut.

Mu Jin looked at the screen in the live broadcast, his eyes were shining brightly.

She was not at all sad that Davidia involucrata failed, and she never even thought that Davidia involucrata could win the final victory.

This is the Grand Louvre project, and the water in it is too deep.

At first, Mu Jin felt that it would be a fluke if Gongtong could get the approval of one or two judges!
However, what she never expected was that Davidia Davidia had come to this step, crushing most of the masters who had made it to the top.

In Mu Jin's eyes, Davidia involucrata at this time is already shining brightly, with immeasurable potential.

She suddenly opened the drawer next to her hand, searched for a long time in the drawer, and took out a key from it.

"I heard that uncle and aunt are both in the capital."

Holding the key in the palm of his hand, Mu Jin said to himself, that once innocent face smiled like a flower.

The Davidia involucrata right now is already worthy of Mu Jin putting down his face and even his dignity.

"Our son is really good, follow me!"

In the single apartment in another part of the capital, the atmosphere between the old couple was very warm. They hugged each other, only to hear Bai's father speak in a serious and teasing manner.

"Fuck you, my son has been like me since he was a child!"

Mother Bai raised her head proudly and hummed softly.

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