National Treasure Artist

Chapter 6 Davidia involucrata. Bai, China! (seek collection, recommendation)
When preparing to announce the final selection, Master Mario's reaction was a bit abnormal.

In the eyes of everyone, he hesitated to speak several times, with worry on his face from time to time.

His move made countless audiences all over the world feel entangled.

"The No. 13 proposals selected for the 'Louvre Expansion Project' come from"

The intonation is elongated here.

'thumping! '

'thumping! '

'thumping! '

The heavy and rapid heartbeat became very clear at this moment, and Gongtong's whole body was tensed.

He was extremely nervous, doubt and self-confidence constantly intertwined in his mind:

"Will you be selected?"

"In that world, although the glass pyramid has amazed the world after it was built, it caused sensational opposition and protests before it was built"

"Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions of French people marched"

"In that world, it was the famous master, I.M. Pei, who proposed this plan"

"But even a master is boycotted, and in this world, he is just an unknown little designer. What will happen?"

At this moment, Gongtong was no longer as confident as before.

Beside him, Bai's father and mother were holding hands tightly, not daring to breathe too much.

So nervous, really too nervous!

In the meeting room of Auber Office, all the designers of the Louvre team stood up from their positions.

They watched the video projected in front of the meeting room and took a deep breath, while holding the glass with increasing strength, but they didn't realize it.

It was too late to say, but Mario didn't have to wait too long.

"No. 13 plans come from..." Mario raised his thick arms high and almost roared: "Dive Tree Bai, China!"

boom!
Confused, it exploded!
At this moment, I don't know how many people were completely dumbfounded, there was a 'buzz' in their minds, and they no longer had any thoughts.

Mario's resonant voice began to ring out all over the world one after another.

"Paulia involucrata Bai, China!"

"Paulia involucrata Bai, China!"

"Paulia involucrata Bai, China!"

In the Oubo Office, everyone's smiles that were about to grin suddenly froze on their faces, as if they had been tapped on acupoints.

'Click.'

In the corner of the conference room, there was the crisp sound of glass falling to the ground.

This sound seemed to wake up everyone in dementia, and all the designers began to show disbelief on their faces, and growled in their mouths.

The designers in the confusion didn't notice that Cai Qingshan's eyes widened when the voice came from, and the expression on her face was frightened at first, and then became ferocious.

Her whole body was trembling, and the thick makeup piled up together, making her look like a devil!
"How is it possible, how is it possible, how is this possible"

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it!"

Others may not be able to react to this name for a while, but she is very familiar with it.

This is the 'apprentice' of the handyman who she regards as a punching bag.

In the same capital city, in another single apartment.

In front of the computer, Mu Jin felt as if struck by lightning, and the calmness he had maintained since the attack of Davidia Davidson disappeared for the first time.

She rubbed her eyes fiercely with her hands, looking at the names that appeared on the page.

She froze.

People say that girls mature earlier than boys, and it is true.

The moment he stepped out of the school gate, Mu Jin seemed to grow up suddenly.

She yearns for a more comfortable life, for a better quality of life, and for entering the upper class.

She feels that the sweet and warm love in college is not so important, and she has become more rational, or treat things with pros and cons.

All people are measured by their value and potential in her eyes.

Gradually, she discovered that her ex-boyfriend was becoming less and less valuable in her values, with low potential and low wealth.
Such a boyfriend, as long as there is an excuse, will be abandoned as a matter of course.

But the world is changing so fast, who would have thought that the boyfriend who once had no potential would suddenly fly into the sky!
She frantically picked up the mobile phone on the table, found the number from the trash can, and desperately wanted to broadcast it.

What does she want to do?Begging for forgiveness?
In the land of China, tens of millions of netizens fell into embarrassment.

'Snapped! '

They just felt that someone had slapped all of them hard and firmly.

She used to scold so hard, but now her face is so ugly.

Big Vs, the internet media started to quietly delete the articles that were drafted before.

"Please pick up your dignity, Mr. Bai Gongtong! "

"'Be down-to-earth and do things well, Mr. Bai Gongtong! "

"Being a man can't be too involuntary"

Looking at similar articles, the mouth corners of big Vs twitched.

Ordinary netizens also started to take action, taking out their mobile phones and desperately deleting their comments.

Tens of millions of topics quickly turned into millions, hundreds of thousands.
The topics on the hot topic list were decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Someone laughed wryly and mocked at himself: "How many people did you hit with this slap?"

Netizens from all over the world are a little confused when they hear that awkward name.

'Who is this designer?Why haven't I heard of it at all! '

'It shouldn't be. The worst thing for a designer to participate in the expansion project of the Louvre is to enter the palace. No matter how you say it, they should be well-known. '

'China also has good designers?are you kidding me! '

'Look at his plan, what kind of plan is it that can squeeze Oubo Office out. '

Suppressing the doubts in my heart, I opened my eyes wide and prepared to see the updated plan.

They want to see how amazing the proposal is so that the judges can keep it no matter what!
However..
When the content of the plan appeared, everyone in the world, whether black, white, or yellow, was dumb.

There is indeed a plan in the center of the page, but what the hell is an A2 hand-drawn drawing?

With their eyes wide open, they waited for several minutes, but no other introductions appeared.

At this time, everyone was in an uproar.

"Good guy, this is the only picture you want!"

"Do you dare to bid for a picture?"

"Look at the twelve plans above. WinWin, the world's number one firm, has prepared several G's of materials."

"It's good for you. Plans, elevations, sections, isometrics, perspectives, traffic analysis, site analysis... Damn, you don't have any of them!"

All over the world, audiences who watched the No. 13 selected proposals all wanted to scold their mothers.

They were about to question the fairness of the judges, but they suddenly thought of the thirteen masters on the jury, and Miller, the hall-level and national-treasure-level master.

The cursing words were swallowed back, and everyone began to look at the picture carefully.

"Professor, professor!"

"You give us an analysis, analyze this plan."

The same white professor, the same classroom.

I only saw some students staring blankly at the hand-drawings on the projection, feeling a little confused.

They called out to the old professor several times before they came back to their senses.

"Um"

The professor hummed lightly, but he didn't have the eloquent evaluation like those previous plans.

Apparently, the professor didn't quite understand this plan either.

In the capital city, in a small single apartment.

After Mario announced the result, Gongtong's phone was about to explode.

Whether they were connected or not, friends called in one after another.

Facing the familiar names, Gong Tong didn't answer.

Just hang up and turn off the phone.

Gongtong sighed softly, then grinned, stood up from her seat, and hugged her parents tightly.

Sending charcoal in the snow, adding insult to injury, is probably the case.

(End of this chapter)