National Treasure Artist

Chapter 4 Artist Honorary Title! (seeking collection recommendation)

Numerous facts can prove that those who give charcoal in the snow are far less than those who throw stones into trouble.

From the perspective of God, the mobs on the Internet recklessly evaluate and accuse what they think is right and wrong, but they don't even consider the impact and harm that their overwhelming momentum may cause.

Gongtong's parents didn't sleep all night, and before dawn, the old couple chartered a car and rushed to Hangzhou next door overnight, preparing to fly from Xiaoshan International Airport to Beijing.

For a person in his fifties, it is not humane to be afraid all night.

On the other hand, 10 minutes before the deadline for the expansion project of the Louvre in France, Bai Gongtong finally stopped writing.

Although I was extremely tired, I still persisted and scanned the A2 blank paper that I had drawn for more than ten hours into the computer.

Immediately afterwards, without any delay, the scanned pictures and corresponding introductions were packaged and sent to the mailbox designated by the committee.

"Do your best and obey the destiny."

After confirming the word "sending complete", Gong Tong's spirit, which had been tense for more than ten hours, suddenly relaxed, and she slumped on the chair.

It was too late to lie down on the bed, so I just closed my eyes and fell asleep on the table.

At this time, the genius gradually brightened up, and the morning sun pierced the night, shining through the window on the face of Davidia involucrata.

That somewhat pale, not very handsome face actually had a different kind of charm against the sunlight.

Gong Tong, who fell into a deep sleep, didn't know what kind of controversy was caused on the other side of the world when one of his emails was sent out.

And Gongtong's plan was completely different from what netizens expected, and it was easily swept into the trash can.

In fact, on the contrary, Davidia involucrata's plan was printed out and placed in front of the judges. Its artistic value was discovered by everyone at a glance, and then around it, the masters began an endless quarrel.

The authoritative judging committee composed of thirteen architects and artists from all over the world almost split into two groups, and almost fought.

In a large conference hall in Paris, France, fortunately, the tall wooden door of the conference hall was tightly closed.

Otherwise, if someone else sees these high-ranking bigwigs in the past, a small group of people at the top of the art pyramid are rolling up their sleeves, swearing and spitting, their eyes will pop out.

And if they get to know more deeply and learn that the bosses are arguing over a young designer from China who just graduated for a year, they will definitely swallow deeply, and feel that the three views have been refreshed!
"What are you kidding?"

"I ask you to seriously select each project. The Louvre is of indescribable significance to every Frenchman!"

Only loud questioning voices exploded in the conference room, Mario, a European classical architect, blushed and almost roared.

Mario, the head of the contemporary classicism school, was evaluated by the International Association of Architects as: the last master of the post-classicism era, at the forefront of entering the hall, only one step away from the hall.

In this world, the eight major arts share a common default evaluation system, which is to give artists glory by considering comprehensive factors such as their works, influence, and contributions. Entrance to the house and the final hall level.

The hall refers to the palace of art. There are only a handful of hall-level artists in every era, and they are truly masters who have left their names in history, dazzling to the extreme.

Such as the hall-level painter Picasso, such as the hall-level sculptor and architect Michelangelo, such as the hall-level polymath Da Vinci
In this day and age, there are no great masters in the field of architecture, and the throne in the sky is in a vacant period. I don’t know how many designers are waiting!

"What kind of building is the Louvre?"

"It comes from 800 years ago, a treasure left by the Renaissance!"

Mario is in his seventies, but still looks massive.

He stood in the front row of the conference table, rolled up his sleeves to reveal his thick arms, blew his beard and stared: "It is the wealth of all mankind!"

"But what are you doing?"

"Do you want to build a glass pyramid in the Napoleon courtyard of the Louvre with those damn modern building materials?"

Mario was roaring, staring fiercely at the masters in front of him who were not inferior in fame and status:

"This will destroy this 800-year-old building!"

"It will destroy the Louvre, it will destroy the pyramids!"

Mario took a few deep breaths and looked at those supporters angrily.

"The times are advancing, Mr. Mario, I think this proposal from China can be described as amazing!"

"It is able to bring the zeitgeist of the past and the present into the smallest possible distance."

A younger middle-aged man stood up and retorted: "Bringing history into modern times and letting it glow with new vitality is the responsibility and mission we architects should do!"

"Or, do you think that in the new millennium, we have to build another ancient building from 800 years ago?"

The voice of the middle-aged man suddenly became higher, and the loud sound was deafening.
This middle-aged man is a pioneer of new buildings. His seniority is lower than that of Mario, but he is also a master at the level of entering the house.

"Hmph, the pyramids are built for the dead, and you want to build buildings for the dead in the Louvre."

"What are you thinking, I think you're going to die!"

Immediately, the opposition yelled angrily.

"If this glass pyramid is really the final solution, then Mitterrand and we will be the sinners of France."

Mario said in a deep voice.

During the debate, at the head of the conference table, a gray-haired old man never made any comments from the beginning to the end.

He gently stroked the printed A2 architectural pen drawing with his old palm, and his muddy eyes shone with a strange light.

The controversy in Paris, France is still going on, so let's not mention it for now.

Turn your attention to the country again.

Tens of thousands of netizens still scold Gongtong from time to time, and at the same time, some people continue to refresh the official website of the Louvre expansion project.

Since the deadline, the website page has not been updated.

The homepage still has the previous thirteen proposals, but the official has never issued a formal statement to confirm whether these thirteen proposals have entered the selection process.

"The jury is reviewing the scheme for the last time. If there is no accident, the first round of selected schemes has been confirmed."

"The preliminary selection for the expansion of the Louvre, which represents the highest level of architectural design in the world, is over. Design units from [-] countries including the United States, France, Italy, Germany, and Australia will officially enter the next round of selection."

Some media have taken the lead in sending out web page screenshots and reports.

Judging from the comments and news, it seems that everything has been settled.

It's ridiculous to say that these guys are more determined than the judges in the jury!

The judges were arguing in the conference room, and these people outside had already made the decision for them.

"Sure enough, the plan of the great designer Bai Gongtong didn't even cause a bubble."

Some netizens laughed out loud, with no concealment of ridicule.

In Paris, France, the night is getting darker, and the debate is at its peak.

The two factions of designers refused to let anyone else, and they were really red-faced.

During the quarrel, some bosses slapped the solid mahogany table 'bang bang'.

On the main seat, the old man with white hair and beard was still staring at the painting of Davidia involucrata, without making any comments.

After a long time, when the two parties finally found that neither could persuade the other, Mario suddenly looked at the old man on the main seat, and asked in a slightly respectful voice:
"Master Miller, what do you think?"

François Miller, painter, 98 years old, the only master who has reached the hall level.

As for art, it is common after reaching the apex. Although he is a painter, he is qualified to preside over this selection.

Master Miller raised his head, his eyes slowly swept across the crowd, and he opened his mouth and said: "Through the glass pyramid, I seem to see the bright and charming sky of Paris, which is beautiful and full of changes."

"Put it into the next round of selection and continue to wait and see."

One sentence sets the tone.

A list of shortlisted candidates and a summary of proposals were sent out of the conference hall to the Esééry Palace, the office of François Mitterrand, the French presidential palace.

Mitterrand carefully examined each plan, and after a long time waved his hand to let the staff prepare to update the website data.

At this time, people in China and around the world have been waiting impatiently.

'Boom!Boom!Boom! '

At the same time, there was a knock on the door of a single apartment in Beijing.

The knock on the door was rapid and loud, and the impatience in the person's heart could be heard.

Gongtong scratched her head, her eyes were still bloodshot, and opened the door in a daze.

Deep bloodshot eyes, thick eye circles, messy hair, and pale face are the effects of continuous work and lack of rest.

But in the eyes of Bai's father and Bai's mother, Davidia involucrata is extremely haggard, desolate, and desperate.
In an instant, the two old people had no other thoughts in their hearts except 'distressed'.

"Son, pack up, pack up, Mom and Dad will pick you up!"

"Let's leave here. If you don't stay here, you will have a place to stay. I can afford you!"

At this moment, the doubts and worries in his heart were condensed into these two simple words.

And Mother Bai, under Gongtong's confused eyes, has already hugged her son fiercely, and choked up softly.

(End of this chapter)