National Treasure Artist

Chapter 43 The President said, you know the Louvre better!

President Mitterrand is a very tough president. Before he came to power, he was the leader of the Left Alliance.

He was a soldier when he was young, and not long ago, he defeated the incumbent president with cancer.

On the day of his inaugural speech, Mitterrand had sworn that he would bring France out of its predicament.

At this time, the French economy was in great difficulty, unemployment and inflation remained high.
Mitterrand is of medium build, with white skin, dark brown hair and black eyes. Although he is not tall, he is burly and has a vigorous and resolute momentum.

"Master Miller."

"I don't think I would do it without your request!"

He only heard Mitterrand say something in a deep voice, and then he walked into Napoleon Square alone, and got down after a long queue like ordinary people.

"Master Miller." The female mayor of Hidalgo looked ugly, but she didn't dare to stop the radical president, and asked with gritted teeth, "What is your request?"

"Girl, I wonder if you can still keep the oath in the Grand Palace when the wishes of the mayor and the wishes of the president are at odds?"

The old man Miller waved his hand with a smile, as if pointing something.

After speaking, the old man walked away unsteadily.

Master Williams looked silent, and he couldn't see what he was thinking. He stood there for a moment, and then left with a long sigh.

But it said it was at Napoleon Square.

When President Mitterrand was at the end of the line, all the Parisians waiting to vote in the square exploded in an instant.

"Mr. Mitterrand, good morning!"

"Good morning, Mr. President."

"I didn't expect you to come too. I don't know if you are more inclined to."

"President Mitterrand?"

"He came to vote too?"

"Who will the president vote for, it should be Master Williams."

"Why would he start voting at this time? He shouldn't. With his prestige, he will definitely drive a lot of people to vote!"

The citizens who were close to each other greeted excitedly, or directly asked about their intentions; the citizens who were far away stretched their heads to look at the tail of the team, talking non-stop in their mouths.

At this time, the speed of voting in the square slowed down.

A smile appeared on Mitterrand's serious face, and he nodded frequently to the citizens, but when faced with inquiries about his intentions, he waved his hands and did not speak.

At this time, the female mayor of Hidalgo approached the celebrities and celebrities who received the news.

When they faced the president, although they had smiles on their faces, they were obviously more reserved and could not be calm.

They didn't dare to say much, they just stood beside Mitterrand, made eye contact, and pondered their ideas.

On the other side, on the edge of Napoleon Square, Gong Tong heard the heated discussions among the citizens, and saw almost everyone sticking their heads in the same direction.

Somewhat puzzled, listening carefully to the discussion, Gongtong curiously walked towards the place where people's eyes gathered.

Before Gongtong walked in, she heard a rather friendly call from a distance.

"Designer Davidia involucrata!"

Hearing this, she raised her head, and when she saw the figure clearly, Gong Tong was taken aback for a moment, and then walked quickly towards the president.

Gongtong's brows could not help but look nervous.

A hall-level master, a master-level master like Williams can calmly communicate with the president, but he does not have that ability and confidence.

"Good guy, this is the president, he is at the helm of a country!"

Gong Tong thought to herself.

However, the sudden scene that followed made Mayor Hidalgo and all the dignitaries, as well as the Parisians who were paying attention all over the square, widen their eyes and show shock.

All I saw was that President Mitterrand came up to him with a distance of three or two steps, and enthusiastically shook hands of Davidia involucrata.

If it had been several other presidents, it would not have surprised everyone, but this is Mitterrand!
A well-known hardliner and radical, when did Mitterrand become so enthusiastic about people?

Is he the president of the United States?
"Designer Gongtong, I've heard your name all the time, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Mr President"

As if they were friends, the two chatted cordially.

The moment Mitterrand held the hand of Davidia involucrata, the number of votes for Davidia involucrata began to surge, and the rate of increase even caught up with Master Williams.

"The Louvre is the pride of the French people and represents the hope of the French people."

Mitterrand said seriously: "I hope that the new Louvre will be like the rising sun, representing France that will get out of the predicament."

"I attach great importance to the project of the Grand Louvre this time."

"I also imagined what kind of posture the expanded Louvre will reappear in."

Mitterrand said in a low voice.

In the square, almost everyone kept as quiet as possible, trying to hear Mr. President's words clearly.

"I know, it's a very difficult thing to do, the Louvre is too old to be useful anymore"

"It has become a dull old palace worn by the years."

Gongtong listened, expressing her approval in her heart, but her face remained calm.

Only he, Mitterrand, could say this kind of thing, and if outsiders said it, they would be bombarded by the Parisians.

"I can't think of any solid extension that would blend in with the old palace."

"I thought that after the expansion, there are always flaws, which are inevitable."

President Mitterrand said
His words spread quickly, and people ruminated over his description.

Beside Mitterrand, the female mayor of Hidalgo, as well as the ladies and gentlemen suddenly sank in their hearts.

"Any solid extensions?"

"What does it mean?"

"Could it be implying that the glass pyramid designed by David Gongtong is the most suitable solution?"

"Mr. President, are you saying that the work of Master Williams is actually inferior to the glass pyramid?"

A crowd of citizens pondered secretly.

But before long, their hearts suddenly tightened, and they felt that this was really the case.

The Louvre has experienced nearly a thousand years, no matter what solid material is used to create a relationship with it, there will definitely be a sense of incongruity.

"But now, I have to admit, I was wrong!"

"This is a product of two eras, why do you want to splice them together?"

Mitterrand looked at the glass pyramid and said: "It should be like this glass pyramid against the ancient palace, and pieces of transparent glass slowly blend into the ancient buildings."

"I didn't choose confrontation, but chose interpretation and foil."

In the distance, the pyramid faintly reflects the long-standing palace, and its own elegance is restrained, making the Louvre give birth to tranquility and remoteness.
Gongtong was a little surprised by Mitterrand's analysis, he did not expect the president of a country to have such artistic accomplishment.

Gong Tong ignored the restraint and grinned, feeling a sense of confidant towards the president in front of her.

"The pyramid is a geometric figure that can express the largest building area in the smallest area, so it will never steal the limelight from the Louvre even if it is built on a square."

The sun shines on Davidia Davidson's young face. Facing the French president, he gives a thumbs up: "I don't think the Louvre needs something older than it!"

With a clear voice, the sonorous conclusion was like a thunderclap, and was spread by word of mouth at the fastest speed.

Soon, everyone knew what Gongtong said, and repeated: "The Louvre does not need something older than it!"

Everyone was shocked, and felt that this statement seemed to have changed their long-rooted concepts.

They have always been proud of their long history, they have always been proud of the history of the Louvre.

When considering the expansion, they, like all designers, were thinking about how to make the Louvre more prominent in Europe's splendid classical civilization.

Everyone, including the designer, seems to be thinking about how to make the Louvre more ancient!
It never occurred to them that the Louvre does not need to be older than it is!

Classicism
Baroque.
eclecticism
These ancient European schools were excluded because of this idea alone!

A faint, terrifying idea began to emerge in the hearts of everyone.

"Designer Davidia involucrata!"

Just listen, President Mitterrand laughed, and then his voice was extraordinarily loud: "You know the Louvre better than us French!"

'boom! '

No question, no refutation, these words are exactly what everyone thinks of but dare not say!

There was a deathly silence.

After a while, some people in the crowd suddenly felt that this sentence sounded familiar, and they were thinking about it in their hearts. When they caught a group of young people outside the square from the corner of their eyes, their hearts suddenly tightened.

Whisper to the surrounding companions and point to the outside.

More and more Parisians have impressions, and they remembered that the day before yesterday, those young people held up photos of the down-and-out designer Davidia involucrata, and told them loudly that only the designer Davidia involucrata knew the Louvre best. palace!

Back then, they scoffed at it.

Isn't it ridiculous that you, a foreigner, dare to say that you know the Louvre best in Paris?

They don't believe it, it's just a joke!
But right now, everyone was shocked and felt guilty.

They looked at Davidia Davidson. At this moment, the young man was looking at their president and laughing.

Everyone was silent, and in the next second, the number of votes began to reverse. Recognition and guilt intertwined, erupting with terrifying power!

ps: I'm sorry, I'm just going to change it temporarily today. After a busy day outside, I didn't come back until after eight o'clock.Poor updates will be made up.

(End of this chapter)