National Treasure Artist

Chapter 37 Last day!
There is less than 24 hours left before voting begins.

There is bad news.

"Tong'er!"

"Tong'er!"

The mustache director no longer holds the camera, and shuttles between machines, busy like a small worker.

He wiped his sweat and shouted as he ran, with a look of anxiety on his face:
"Tong Er, we are running out of time, you will start voting tomorrow."

"However, those buddies from EOS said that all these components are not afraid of non-stop day and night, and they will not be finished until noon tomorrow at the earliest!"

"At that time, it will take a lot of time to stitch together."

Lao Yang was in his early thirties, but now he was sweating profusely, like ants on a hot pot.

In front of him, Davidia involucrata was wearing shoe covers, holding two brushes with extended pen holders, standing on a very huge piece of paper at the moment.

Davidia involucrata's left and right hands are working at the same time, each holding a brush and dancing at a very fast speed. The content on the drawing paper is not detailed, and it can even be said to be very rough, but the outline of each object can be seen clearly.

Lao Yang stood outside the drawing paper and looked anxiously at Gongtong. He didn't know what the meaning of the painting was, but he believed it unconditionally.

It was not until the paint on the two brushes faded that Davidia involucrata finally stopped.

His complexion was not as flustered as Lao Yang's, but he looked very calm. He only looked at Lao Yang and shouted: "Old Yang, we have done our best. As for the result."

Gongtong took out the empty paint bucket at her feet, and carried two more buckets to the place where she painted before, saying in a deep voice, "It's not important anymore."

After finishing speaking, Gongtong lowered her head again, holding a brush in each of her left and right hands, and dabbed on the huge paper.

He closed his eyes from time to time, as if he was thinking about something, and then continued with the following content.

Although the speed is fast, the steps and progress are very calm.

The mustache director didn't think so. He still longed for Davidia involucrata to win, he only wanted for Davidia involucrata to win, stomped his feet anxiously, and ran to the machine room again.

The roar of the machine made everyone's heartstrings tense.

Master Miller walked out of the Elysee Palace. The old man stood in front of the door leaning on crutches and paused for a moment, with a solemn expression on his face.

Not long ago, he walked out of the presidential office, and the old man shamelessly made a plea to President Mitterrand.

The answer obtained does not mean that the goal is completely achieved, but at least a fairly acceptable result has been obtained.

The old man took a deep look at the Esséry Palace behind him, and then left quickly with the help of his assistant.

But did not return to the resting place, the car drove to the mansion of Master Williams in Paris.

It's the last day before the Grand Louvre plans to vote, and many people can't sit still.

The Williams family and many dignitaries have joined forces to canvass for the master. In the urban area of ​​Paris, there are giant LED screens playing repeatedly; major established companies have issued tasks one after another; spontaneous volunteers are constantly giving lectures in various places on the streets. ; There are famous movie stars.
However, Bai Gongtong, another protagonist who was voted for, seemed to have no action and remained unknown.

Master Miller finally couldn't sit still and started to act.

"You ordered the EOS Group to contact Gongtong, right?"

In Williams' study room, the two old men sat facing each other, and Master Miller said bluntly, "Thank you."

"I feel ashamed."

Facing Master Miller, an old man who is older than himself and has more status, Williams does not hide his inner thoughts:

"The behavior of the younger generations of the family is very unspeakable, but I did not stop it."

William paused, and looked directly at the old man Miller: "You know, this is my last chance."

"Then why are you helping him?"

Miller's cloudy eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. He looked at Williams with the eyes of a junior: "If you don't help him, I think the entire voting will disappear even the final possibility."

Miller's words fell, and the room fell into silence.

After a long while, I saw Williams suddenly chuckled, stood up from his seat, and his back suddenly became taller:
"I'm not afraid of anyone!"

Miller watched his back and didn't answer. He stood up from his seat and said seriously before leaving:
"You are a master who truly understands art."

Paris, Charles de Gaulle airport.

"We've arrived in Paris!"

"Hey, the last time I watched the designer Gongtong being wronged, I can't just sit back and watch this time."

"I'm ready for a dick thing"

Three supporters of Davidia involucrata from the United States, two young men, one black and one white, they are very strong; there is also a sexy girl with long golden wavy hair.

The three walked out of the airport side by side, took off their coats, and the passers-by immediately paid attention to them.

They were wearing white shirts inside. Looking at the shirt, there was a portrait of Davidia involucrata on the front and English letters on the back. The translation is exactly:

"Please vote for Gongtong Bai!"

"He's the best!"

"I love him!"

They didn't stop, and immediately took out the posters from the suitcase. They held the posters and drilled into where there were many people.

There is also a photo of Davidia involucrata on the poster, but it is not glamorous, but a photo captured by netizens from various regions in the Louvre.

In the photo, Davidia involucrata is very depressed, but very focused, every expression, every movement, every look never leaves the ancient palace complex.

The three came to the center of Paris by car, and walked around Notre Dame Cathedral, the Eiffel Tower, and the Louvre
A few hours later, it was also Charles de Gaulle Airport.

In the airport, five or six flights from different places got off at the same time and several yellow-skinned youths.

They took off their coats, recognized each other from a distance, and smiled at each other!
I saw that they were wearing white shirts inside their coats, and the photos and slogans of Davidia involucrata were also printed on the shirts.

Their actions were strikingly similar, they took out the poster from the suitcase and held it in front of their chests.

The young people didn't know each other, and they didn't even come from the same country, but they waved across the crowd like friends.

They fisted each other, then walked in different directions.

Some of these yellow-skinned youths are from China, some from island countries, and some from Bangzi country.
They don't know each other, but they have one thing in common, that is, they all regard David as their idol!
Holding posters and leaflets, these yellow-skinned youths also scattered in the city of Paris
After another hour or two, it was still Charles de Gaulle Airport.

There are flights from Australia and New Zealand
One, two, three.
One group, two groups, three or five groups
More and more netizens gathered in Paris. They didn't know each other, but they just looked at each other's clothes and slogans and smiled at each other, encouraging each other.

"Come on, Davidia involucrata, we are all your supporters!"

In fact, on the Internet, there is a discussion group jointly created by Pinellia and the youth. In the discussion group, the division of labor is detailed, and the different flights, arrival time and areas responsible for publicity are all reasonably arranged.

It was getting dark, but there were more and more people all over Paris desperately promoting Davidia involucrata.

Everyone is doing their best!

Under the Arc de Triomphe, Ban Xia drank the last drop of water in the mineral water bottle, wiped her face, and explained to the passers-by again
Beside the road, young people are constantly being rejected, but they keep repeating
　Sitting in front of the computer for a long time without typing, no status. Let’s just take a chapter today, I’m very sorry!Don't fight for the plot, and resume two updates tomorrow.Finally, thank you for your recommendation tickets, thank you!
　　


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