National Treasure Artist

Chapter 36 Seeing the Rainbow After the Storm

There will always be a rainbow after the storm, the weather is fine, the sky is so blue that there is not even a trace of floating flakes, as if all the variegated colors have been filtered, and it shines magnificently.
There are less than two days left before the referendum in Place Napoleon, on the square in the middle of Chinatown in Paris.

Miss Banxia rolled up her sleeves, held a trumpet in her hand, and opened her mouth to shout:

"Uncles, brothers and sisters, brothers and sisters"

"Our fellow designer Baitongtong is waiting for our help!"

"Bai Gongtong entered the Grand Louvre project as a Chinese designer not long ago, competing with Master Williams on the same stage!"

"He is our pride, he is the pride of China!"

Seeing more and more Chinese crowding around, Ban Xia showed joy, and immediately shouted even more vigorously.

If any students from the Paris Academy of Fine Arts saw Miss Banxia's appearance at this time, their eyes would pop out.

The girl is quiet or aloof. Although she is full of emotions inside, she is extremely cold on the outside. She doesn't bother to say anything on weekdays. When will she shout like this regardless of her image?

The girl would be a little nervous when facing strangers, but right now, why was she ever timid?
He cordially called out to every passer-by, and constantly introduced Davidia Davidia's identity, achievements and encounters.

"Let's take a look, this is some simple information from the designer Gongtong!"

Ban Xia picked up a stack of leaflets and handed them over one by one, with a bright smile on her delicate face: "The day after tomorrow, if you have time, please go to Napoleon Square with your citizen card to vote for Davidia Davidia designer." Last vote!"

"Every vote of everyone may determine the final fate!"

"If the 'Grand Louvre Project' can be managed by the Chinese, we will be proud!"

Ban Xia kept talking, and she almost had to repeat it every time she passed by a passerby, and every time a crowd of onlookers increased.

His mouth was a little dry, he sipped it lightly, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Hey, hey, okay, we must go, this girl is so handsome."

An aunt took the flyer and responded repeatedly.

"If I have time, I think I will go, after all, this is something to make our entire Chinese community look good!"

A serious man in a suit with glasses and a briefcase between his hands nodded.

"Hey, I didn't expect that we Chinese have such a remarkable young man!"

There was an old man in a long gown, with a loud voice, who responded loudly.

The scene was very lively, much more enthusiastic than the previous few times when they distributed leaflets. No one shouted at the end, and more and more passers-by rushed up to receive the leaflets.

No need for introduction, the warm-hearted uncles and aunts began to describe that outstanding young man vividly!
In the evening, when the sun was setting, Miss Banxia's throat was also hoarse. She looked at the red afterglow and showed a bright smile on her beautiful face.

Ban Xia wiped off her sweat, but instead of going back to the dormitory, she walked into a nearby teahouse.

"How's it going?"

"How's it going?"

In the corner, a young man was facing the computer, typing on the keyboard.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he raised his head and looked at the girl, and they opened their mouths to ask at the same time.

"There is a door!"

"The situation is very good!"

The two of them showed surprised smiles together again, and opened their mouths at the same time.

The voices fell one after another, Ban Xia and the young man raised their arms and waved vigorously in front of them.

They have learned from "Dream Renovator" that Davidia Davidson has also found hope, and their situation seems to be very good now.

"Tell me well, what's it like?"

Banxia pulled out the chair, sat opposite the young man, and said eagerly.

"Look, these are netizens from the United States, this, this, these are friends from various countries in Asia." The young man flicked the computer screen in the direction of Pinellia, showing excitement, and said:
"And this, these, these are friends from New Zealand and Australia"

"Let me tell you, I have distributed the news about Davidia involucrata to the most popular forums and dating communities in every country. All the netizens who have been following before are already excited!"

"Aren't we short of manpower? Several netizens who are closer to Europe have privately messaged me saying that they have booked the earliest flight and are ready to come!"

"I'm afraid it's farther away. Oceania and island countries also have supporters of Davidia involucrata coming here. They may be later."

While talking, the young man didn't forget to tap the keyboard. He said excitedly: "Tomorrow, we will also have someone to do publicity to the citizens of Paris."

Miss Banxia listened and grinned, expecting and praying in her heart.

Near the hotel, seven or eight people including EOS employees and Gong Tong found an empty basement, and moved in several truckloads of materials and 3D printing machines.

The drawings and data drawn by Dove Tree for dozens of hours without sleep were scanned and input into the computer.

Immediately afterwards, several large machines started working day and night.

The structures were manufactured one by one, marked by special staff, and placed in the corresponding areas.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner.

The mustache director himself picked up the camera and scanned the machines carefully. He was very happy to see this orderly and busy scene.

Unlike the previous shows, their directors, staff and designers have no friendship, and they all do their own jobs.This time was different, they suffered a great crime with Gongtong.

They were overwhelmed by Davidia involucrata, and they seemed to regard the grand Louvre project as their own business, wishing for a smooth process from the bottom of their hearts!

Beside the director, Gong Tong stretched out her hand to caress each machine, her expression seemed a little nervous, for fear that in the blink of an eye, these machines would disappear.

"Tong'er, go to sleep for a while, there is only one more day left before the vote, your body can't collapse."

The mustache director shouted worriedly: "There are too many components, and they won't be printed in a short while. It's useless for you to wait here."

Hearing this, Gong Tong nodded, rubbed her eyes and said: "I have to sleep for a while, but I'll just sleep here, and sleep elsewhere, I'm uneasy."

"Besides, there's work to be done later."

Lao Yang was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't stop him anymore, and nodded his head vigorously: "Okay!"

After speaking, he handed the camera to the little brother beside him, and he ran to nowhere.

When he came back again, he saw only a chair that he could lie on, and a blanket in the creaking nest.

Lao Yang came over and made Gong Tong, who was about to fall asleep against the wall, stunned for a moment.

"Go to sleep!"

Putting down the wooden chair neatly, handing over the blanket, Lao Yang grinned.

Gongtong didn't say thank you, just took a deep look at the mustache, and lay down on it without seeing anything.

It seemed that the roar of the machines around here could make Davidia Davidson fall asleep even more. The moment he touched the chair, he snorted.
(End of this chapter)