National Treasure Artist

Chapter 38 Voting begins! (seeking collection recommendation))
Early on, citizens from all over the city of Paris began to gather.

At 3 o'clock in the morning, with one hour left before the voting began, the Place Napoleon in front of the Louvre was already crowded with people. From a height, it was estimated that there were at least [-] to [-] people.

The atmosphere of the scene was very hot, and reporters from all over the world crowded in the crowd, reporting on this grand occasion.

With 10 minutes left before the start, President Mitterrand and the convoy of dignitaries from all sides arrived.

The army and police are constantly patrolling and maintaining order.

At this time, only Parisians with a citizen card are allowed to enter the Napoleon Square.

In front of the five voting platforms, five long queues lined up neatly.

There is a temporary screen in front of Napoleon Square, which can count every result in real time.
"Why hasn't the designer Davidia involucrata come yet?"

"I don't know, will something happen?"

"Do you think we still have hope?"

"The citizens of Paris did not treat us very well yesterday!"

"It's so annoying. I was hoarse yesterday in the center of Paris, but when I looked up, on the screen outside the mall, hey, I saw Master Williams again!"

"Wait, we really don't have enough manpower, after all, this is the territory of France."

Outside the Louvre, hundreds of meters away, a group of young people watched from a distance.

These young people were men and women, some with black skin, some with white skin, and some with yellow skin. They all bowed their heels, looked anxious, and whispered from time to time.

"Look, Master Williams' team is also here!"

"I'm so anxious. Why hasn't Designer Gongtong come here? Could it be that he has slept?"

"It's over, it's over, Master Williams got out of the car, look how excited these Frenchmen are!"

"Is our effort yesterday useful?"

"Even if our efforts are useful, the designer Davidia involucrata has to show up. Voting is about to start, why isn't he coming!"

"Maybe it was delayed by something, we have to hold back Tong'er first!"

An air of impatience permeated the hearts of many.

They are all netizens gathered from all over the world. They are moved by the spirit of Davidia involucrata, and they are supporters of Davidia involucrata.

Time passed bit by bit, Paris time at nine o'clock.

President Mitterrand stood on a high place and announced the start of voting in a deep voice!
With one order, five voting windows opened at the same time.

The screen on Napoleon Square lit up, and a series of numbers began to climb at a shocking speed!
"Why hasn't Designer David come here yet? It's already started!"

"I'm so nervous, I'm so nervous, designer Davidia, come here!"

"Hey, hey! How did the number of votes increase so quickly?"

"Hurry up, hurry up, let's see how Tong'er's votes have increased!"

"I can't see clearly, we are too far apart!"

No matter what skin color they were, they were in a hurry at this moment, and a few people even cried out.

"Let's go, let's squeeze forward, or we won't even be able to see the number of votes!"

The voice sounded, and a group of people immediately began to squeeze forward. They didn't squeeze out two steps, only to hear someone yelling.

"I saw it, I saw it!"

"What? How many votes did Tong'er have?"

"Say it quickly, ouch, you are so anxious to death, why don't you say it!"

"Tell me, how many votes are there? Is the gap big?"

"It seems that the gap is not small, but how many votes do you have?"

A tall black man was the first to yell that he saw it, and he was watched anxiously by the surrounding group of people at the same time.

The black buddy opened his eyes wide, and after seeing the content on the screen clearly, his face was shocked.

"It's over, it's over!"

Just listen to him muttering to himself.

His words made the hearts of everyone around him sink.

"Master Williams now has [-] votes!"

The black growled.

"It's only been a few minutes? Just over 8000 votes?"

"Then what about our Tong'er? Is he half as good as him?"

"It's still half, Tong'er, do you have two thousand votes?"

"Tong'er hasn't shown up until now, it's lucky to have a thousand votes!"

One by one hurriedly asked, with tense faces and sweaty palms.

The black buddies looked at them, swallowed dryly, and immediately said in a deep voice: "We, Tong'er, currently have zero votes!"

'Om! '

After hearing the words clearly, all the people around felt their brains were stunned and their hearts were tightly gripped.

A young man from the United States, his face was blue, and his voice was full of tears: "You mean, so far, no Parisian has voted for Tong'er!"

The black man didn't answer, just looked around with his head stretched out.

"now what?"

"now what?"

"Has anyone voted for Tong'er?"

"Did you vote?"

Unbelievable, the whole group was asking questions almost without interruption.

One minute passed, and one minute passed, and the number of votes for Master Williams was skyrocketing at an alarming rate.

In front of the crowd, Miss Banxia's face was pale, her small face turned pale, and she clenched her fists tightly.

"How? How?"

"Those Chinese uncles and aunts, didn't they agree to come?"

"How could there be no votes?"

The girl didn't believe it and kept muttering to herself.

"Yes! Yes! We, Tong'er, have tickets!"

As if he had won 500 million, the eyeballs of the black buddy almost popped out, he stretched out his fist and shouted loudly.

"How many votes?"

"How many votes?"

"Damn, why are there so many people, they can't be squeezed together, and they can't be seen!"

"I really can't take it anymore. Why are there so many people in Paris? The whole city of Paris is here, right?"

When everyone heard the words, their hearts were suddenly ecstatic, and they asked hurriedly.

"One vote..."

But after hearing the result, everyone's hearts sank again.

"How about we canvass for Tong'er here, let's shout together!"

"Maybe the people who are hesitating heard it, so they voted for Tong'er!"

The young man had been silent all this time, but at this moment, he suddenly raised his head and made a suggestion.

At this time, no matter whether it is useful or not, as long as there is a way, everyone is willing to try it.

No one hesitated, all passed.

"1, 2, 3"

The young man yelled in a low voice, and when he yelled to three, they all sank to their dantians at the same time, exerting their utmost strength.

"Everyone, please vote for David Gongtong. Bai Designer!"

"1, 2, 3"

"Everyone, please vote for David Gongtong. Bai Designer!"

"1, 2, 3"

"Everyone, please vote for David Gongtong. Bai Designer!"

No one could have imagined that the sound made by dozens of people actually attracted the attention of tens of thousands of people.

The shouts of dozens of people temporarily covered the noise produced by tens of thousands of people.

The Paris citizens waiting in line showed surprise and turned their heads to look around.
The yelling continued, and each one of them tried their best to breastfeed, their faces flushed from holding back.

Miss Banxia didn't care, her throat was already hoarse, but she was still screaming desperately.

The President of France, Hidalgo, the mayor of Paris, and the dignitaries all looked over.
Masters Miller, Williams, and Mario also looked over.
Journalists from various countries are desperately reaching out their cameras or mobile phones, trying to film them
I saw Hidalgo and the dignitaries looked at each other, and immediately showed a condescending sneer.

Hidalgo waved at the police and pointed in the direction of the youths.

Police and soldiers with guns pass through the crowd
"What are you doing, what are you doing!"

"You can't act like this, you are violating my rights!"

"Shit, I'm going to sue you, I'm going to sue you!"

"Hey, hey, you hurt me, you hurt me"

"You can't do this!"

"My hair, let go, let go!"

Rudely driven away, a group of young men were threatened at gunpoint hundreds of meters away from the Louvre.
"Tong'er, come quickly!"

"We really can't do anything!"

"We really can't stand it!"

"I beg you, come quickly!"

Looking at the dark head from a distance, although they couldn't see the rising number of votes clearly, they knew that it was all Master Williams' harvest!

Black, white, yellow.
Chinese, Americans, Islanders, Bangzi people.
Everyone's faces were pale, their eye circles were red, and they were a little weak. They were praying.

(End of this chapter)