National Treasure Artist

Chapter 44 Voting ends (1) (recommended for collection)

The French Republic staged a counterattack, and countless people around the world are paying attention.

Near the end of the election, the atmosphere in Napoleon Square became more and more tense. Not only did the citizens who had finished voting choose to stay and wait for the results, but even the citizens who had already returned home rushed back.

There was a huge crowd of people in front of the Louvre, almost half of the people in Paris gathered.

Among the crowd, all the well-known media in the world have sent reporters to follow up and report.

Looking down from a high place, one could see a mass of black human heads, and these tens of thousands of citizens looked up at the big screen one after another.

In the distance, in front of the Louvre, President Mitterrand stood upright, beside the president were designers Davidia involucrata and Master Williams, followed by Master Miller, Hidalgo and others.
They watched from afar, waiting for the announcement of the results.

From ten o'clock in the morning, the number of votes under the name of Davidia involucrata was like a runaway wild horse, increasing at an astonishing speed, and catching up crazily!

On the contrary, the number of votes of Master Williams increased more and more slowly, just waiting for the counterattack
The sun is gradually setting to the west, and there is still half an hour until the voting deadline.

In the crowd, everyone's expressions gradually became serious and they held their breath.

"What should I do? Designer Davidia Davidson is still short of more than 1 votes!"

"It's over, it's over, it's too late, I definitely won't make it in half an hour."

"Hey, why did I vote down early yesterday? It was purely out of my mind!"

"Can you re-vote? I'm so sorry. I really didn't expect that the person who understands the Louvre is actually an oriental!"

"Let's not talk about you, the whole of France, who doesn't think so! Big guys, we all want the Louvre to be brighter and more ancient. What we think is either classicism or baroque style. Who the hell will go to modernism Think about it?"

"Who would have thought of it! No one can come up with this glass pyramid plan. The French masters don't have that ability, and the European masters don't have that ability. Only the Davidia involucrata designer dares to think so!"

"Now the number of votes for Master Williams has almost stagnated, there should be hope for Davidia Davidia."

In the crowd, old Parisians looked at the votes nervously and tremblingly, while complaining.

Of course, they didn't blame others, they were regretting themselves!
They sullenly glanced at the standing pyramid from time to time, only to feel that such a bright building is getting farther and farther away from them, and their intestines are green from regret!
As time went by, the number of votes for Master Williams had already stopped at 13 votes, while the number of votes for Davidia involucrata got closer and closer, from a gap of [-] votes to a difference of [-] votes, and finally [-], [-] votes. .
In just 8 and 6000 minutes, Davidia Davidson caught up with more than [-] votes. This speed cannot be said to be amazing.

But the hearts of the Parisians are getting heavier and heavier.

I roughly looked in the direction of those who were still voting, and roughly estimated that it didn't look like there were 5000 people.

"Hey! Look, look at our pyramid!"

A few minutes before five o'clock, some Parisians exclaimed.

The word "we" in the mouth seems to be particularly pleasant to everyone's ears.

As soon as the voice rang out, the already tense crowd turned their heads in unison and looked from a distance.

I can only see that the afterglow of the setting sun does not know when it will fall, and the faint red glow begins to diffuse from the top of the glass pyramid.
After a while, the pyramid seemed to be transformed into a dancing lady, swinging her red sleeves, dancing gracefully in front of this ancient palace.

Light and flexible, long and charming, as if interpreting the bright sky of Paris
"What a nice view!"

"The pyramid is alive, it is changing every moment, and it has different postures!"

"The softest part of my heart seemed to be touched severely, and there was a feeling of tears in my eyes."

"Such a classic building, is it because of our misunderstanding that it is destined not to be built?"

"I regret it, I regret it!"

Everyone was infatuated, and the eyes of the already emotional French people were blurred.

After regaining consciousness, he glanced at the time and then at the number of votes, and immediately yelled anxiously.

"Unexpectedly, the pyramid in the morning light has a completely different feeling from the pyramid in the sunset."

Girl Banxia and her friends stood in the distance, exhaled slowly, and saw that Banxia's expression softened, and said softly:
"The ancients once said that the setting sun is infinitely better, but it is only near dusk."

"After seeing this glass pyramid, I no longer have the regrets in the poem. Although the sunset is still infinitely good, it seems to be eternal. This pyramid will float in the long river of history, blooming a bright light."

On the street, there are Chinese groups led by aunts, fat uncles, and the old couple, who are crowded among the crowd.

Looking at the number of votes, I was nervous and worried; but when I turned to look at the citizens of Paris, I was proud and proud.

For the Chinese in Paris, this is the first time they have seen a group of proud French people regret and feel ashamed because of a young Chinese junior.
The pendulum turned, and there was less than a minute left before five o'clock.

Miraculously, the votes of Davidia involucrata and Master Williams were close to catching up, with a gap of less than [-] votes.

Seeing this, tens of thousands of people took a deep breath in front of the Louvre, their hearts pounding.

They didn't have such regret and can't wait to see the pyramid in the sunset.

But after seeing the truly dazzling beauty of the glass pyramid, everyone completely fell in love with Davidia Davidson's jeans!

The time starts counting down, 30 seconds, 20 seconds, ten seconds...
Nine seconds, eight seconds, seven seconds.
Six seconds, five seconds, four seconds.
Three seconds, two seconds, one second.
"Boom!"

The loud bells sounded everywhere.

Voting ends at the same time!

In the past, Parisians could not help but smile knowingly when they heard the bell, feeling satisfied and peaceful.

At this moment, he couldn't be more scruples anymore, he was only busy stretching his head to look at the screen.

"Did you catch up, did you catch up?"

"Hey, who the hell is more, I'm dazzled no matter what!"

"No, I'm too nervous. The numbers look the same no matter what."

"I won't watch it, I won't watch it, I can't watch it anymore, I dare not watch it, I'll wait for you to tell me the result"

The first ones to ring out were the restless young people who asked loudly with expressions of anxiety.

Although President Mitterrand and a group of masters and dignitaries were not as happy and angry as usual, they couldn't help but wait and see.

This is a public vote, and the eyes of the world are watching.

Such a vote is not something you can do again if you feel dissatisfied with the result.

There is no fear that Mitterrand is the president, but once the dust settles, there is no way to change it!
It's as if in another world, France's neighbors voted for independence, and once the result is settled, it's a spit and a nail!

The Grand Louvre project was originally the first shot in the new millennium, with far-reaching implications. It is impossible for them to show the world that Parisians do not abide by the spirit of the contract.

In that way, the French will become a joke of the world, and the rise of France will also become a joke of the world!
Mitterrand understands this, Master Miller understands it, Master Williams understands it, the rich and powerful understand it, and all Parisians understand it too!
The female mayor of Hidalgo wiped the sweat that did not exist on her forehead and stared intently.

Gongtong swallowed, but she didn't look at the screen, but looked straight ahead, clenched her fists tightly, her body trembling.

It's slow to say, but it's only a few seconds, and people have already seen the results clearly.

Everyone's faces turned pale
　ps: The author's description of the plot of the Louvre is based on real events, please forgive me if there is any discrepancy!

　　Although there is one more chapter tonight, the author's father came to Hangzhou to visit, so it will be a little later to post it.

　　
　
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