National Treasure Artist

Chapter 60 Back to Ober! (seeking collection recommendation)

"Xia, have you really decided?"

In the ancient campus of Paris, an old professor of a certain age looked at the oriental girl in front of him and asked solemnly.

"You have to know that Europe is the center of world art and culture!"

The professor seemed to attach great importance to this girl, and without waiting for a response, he continued: "Your graduation work this time is very amazing. The trajectory of light is integrated into the oil painting. This is a brand new path."

"Painting with changing light, it is entirely possible to create your own genre."

The golden sunlight came in from the window on the side of the room, outlining the delicate face of the girl, and the lines of her face became very soft.
The girl has a well-proportioned figure and a pretty face. Standing quietly, she exudes a sense of tranquility, which makes people feel touched.

Even if it is an old professor, seeing the girl in the sun feels good for a while, as if thinking of a girl he had a crush on when he was young.

"Professor, I just love painting."

When the professor stopped, the girl said seriously: "But I don't chase more!"

"It's my way of expressing my emotions, it's a part of my life, but it's not what I want to pursue in my life."

Speaking of this, the girl paused, showing a beautiful smile, her eyes bright and kind: "Compared to this, what I want to do now is to meet someone who makes my heart beat regardless of everything."

"I think that is my happiness."

The girl's words were too surprising, but when she saw the happiness that was almost overflowing, people couldn't stop her, and wished her sincerely.

Hearing this, the old professor didn't continue to persuade. He just looked at the brave girl in front of him, and felt that her radiance was a bit dazzling.

"Go, go and chase your happiness!"

"An oriental girl who makes me feel sincerely proud!"

In China, the commissioned example of the finale of the third season of "Dream Renovator" is the renovation of the Buyi primary school deep in the mountains.

The director of the program group, Lao Yang and Gong Tong, made the same phone call and set a specific time for the filming to start.

The time is a week later, starting from Shanghai together.

Before that, Davidia Davidson still has some things to do, and it is imminent.

Since his debut, he has been alone, but design is a team work, and many times it is impossible for one person to carry out the work at all.

For example, the renovation of the Bouyei primary school is about to start. It is impossible for the program team to equip him with professional assistants to help him measure the building and climb up and down. But he alone will not be able to complete it until next year.

Lao Yang and the others forgot to think about this question before. Which of the designers who participated in their program group did not have a whole team as a backup, and how many assistants do they want?

Who would have thought that there would be such a wonderful thing as Davidia involucrata, who could soar into the sky by single-handedly!

Gongtong hung up Lao Yang's phone, thinking of the primary school of the Buyi people, and thinking of the ten families that had been eliminated, her brows frowned.

He was a little worried about the paper house and the house by the cliff
He had a vague idea in his mind, it was crazy, but he still hadn't made up his mind.

Shaking her head, temporarily putting aside the incredible sounding idea, Gongtong blinked her eyes, and muttered to herself: "It seems that I have to go back and bring the wood!"

"It's been a long time since I saw this boring fat man, I really miss him."

The fat man in Gongtong's mouth is called Su Mu, and he and Gongtong once entered the Oubo office together, and they were a master's difficult brother.

The weather has entered summer, and Davidia Davidson wears a loose white T-shirt, gray sweatpants, a pair of sneakers, and a black sun hat with a cornice and goes out.

His appearance didn't look like a young designer leader who had been photographed with the president at all, but more like a big boy who hadn't graduated from the campus, simple and free and easy.

The taxi stopped in front of the office building of Oubo Office.

Gongtong stood at the gate, raised her head, squinted her eyes and looked up the tall building, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

'French OBO Office'

Entering the lobby on the first floor, there are signs in Chinese and French. The passers-by in the lobby are dressed formally and walk in a hurry.

"Excuse me, sir."

A staff member at the front desk saw such an eye-catching person, stepped forward a few steps, and was about to ask.

But when Gongtong turned around and faced the lady at the front desk, the lady suddenly opened her eyes wide, and the questioning on the edge of her mouth stopped abruptly.

"Xiaoxiao, long time no see."

A familiar voice appeared next to my ears, and the front desk lady with a bun-shaped face came back to her senses, her expression was very excited and excited:
"Tong'er!"

"You are so good at you, you actually got the Louvre expansion plan for you!"

Speaking of this, she seemed to have thought of something, and the round-faced bun girl quietly looked around the hall, seeing that no one was paying attention, she surreptitiously pulled Davidia involucrata to the corner, and finally jumped up and down happily and said, "Aren't you You know, from the moment you left Oubo to the time you won the project, the female devil kept a dark face every day for a few months, and everyone seemed to owe her millions!"

The girl with the round face of Baozi smiled very cutely. She rolled her eyes, then patted Gongtong's shoulder, and nodded her head:

"Tong'er, you must have vented your anger when you came back today!"

Xiaoxiao clenched her fists, seeming to vent her anger, but also to relieve her anger: "Hmph, let them look down on newcomers, and if they make a slight mistake, they will be scolded."

"It's as if they didn't come from newcomers. If I become a cow in the future, I will come back and have a good time!"

Gongtong couldn't help being dumb when he heard the words, but he didn't explain it, because although this was not the main purpose of his trip, it was impossible for the Holy Mother to say that he didn't think so.

People often say that ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

No, Davidia involucrata is here!
"Tong'er, let's go!"

Xiaoxiao waved her small fist as if to encourage Davidia Davidson, and said excitedly.

Standing on tiptoe from a distance, he watched Davidia Davidson enter the elevator. When the elevator door closed, he trotted back to the front desk and took out his mobile phone to greet his girlfriends and colleagues.

"Tong'er is back!"

"The Davidia involucrata who won the right to design the glass pyramid of the Louvre has returned to our office!"

"Haha, this is interesting. He has been working as a low-level draftsman in our office for more than a year."

"Hey, I heard it was Cai Qingshan's designer's apprentice?"

"Where is he? Where?"

"Should be almost at the building!"

The news quickly spread in the building, and the staff in front of the computer suddenly raised their heads, looked at each other, and wanted to look out the door.

OBO Office, [-]th Floor, Construction Department.

There are five rows of desks in the room, and there is a large table at the front and back for placing some models or conducting simple project discussions.

At this moment, a group of designers in the construction department of Oubo Office, who had been looking at the computer before, suddenly raised their heads and looked at a female designer in the front row.

After seeing that the female designer didn't notice, she quietly communicated with her eyes, showing expectation.

In the last row in the corner, a fat man with thick glasses pushed the frame of his glasses and stared at the computer intently.

Fat hands did not hinder the flexibility, typing on the keyboard very quickly.

He was finishing the chores arranged by his master Cai Qingshan, and he didn't have time to look at his phone at all. Messages kept flashing on his phone.
(End of this chapter)