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"Tong'er!"

"Tong'er!"

The mustachioed director is no longer in charge of the camera, shuttling between machines, busy like a small worker.

He wiped his sweat and shouted as he ran, his face showing some anxiety:

"Tong'er, we're running out of time, you have to start voting tomorrow..."

"But those guys at EOS said that all these components will not stop day and night, and they will be finished at noon tomorrow at the earliest!"

"It's going to take a lot of time to assemble it..."

Lao Yang was in his early thirties, but at this time he was sweating profusely, like ants on a hot pot.

He was wearing shoe covers, holding two brushes with an extended pen shaft in his hands, and he was standing on a very large piece of paper.

The left and right hands of the tree started at the same time, each holding a brush is dancing at a very fast speed, the content on the drawing paper is not detailed, it can even be said to be very rough, but the outline of each object can be seen clearly.

Lao Yang stood outside the drawing paper and looked at Jue Tong with an anxious expression, he didn't know what the meaning of Jue Tong was painting this at this time, but he believed it unconditionally.

It wasn't until the paint on both brushes faded that the dove finally stopped.

His face was not as flustered as Lao Yang, he seemed very calm, he only looked at Lao Yang, and shouted: "Lao Yang, we have done our best, as for the result..."

He took out the empty bucket of paint at his feet, and walked two more buckets to the position where he had painted before, and he stretched out his right hand and pointed to the ceiling: "It doesn't matter anymore." ”

After saying that, Jue Tong lowered his head again, held a brush in his left and right hands, and drew on the huge paper.

He closed his eyes from time to time, as if remembering something, and then continued with what he was going to do.

Although the speed is fast, the pace and progress are very calm.

The mustache director listened but didn't think so, he still longed for Jue Tong to win, he only longed for Jue Tong to win, stomped his feet anxiously, pulled his legs and ran to the machine room

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The roar of the machine made everyone's heartstrings tighten.

Master Miller walked out of the Elysée Palace, and the old man stood in front of the door on crutches and paused, his face a little solemn.

Not long ago, when he walked out of the president's office, the old man pleaded with President Mitterrand.

The answer I got was not exactly what I was trying to achieve, but at least I got an acceptable result.

The old man took a deep look at the Esséli Palace behind him, and then paced away with the help of his assistant.

But instead of returning to the resting place, the car drove to Master Williams' mansion in Paris.

It's the last day before the Grand Louvre plans to vote, and many people can't sit still.

The Williams family and many powerful people have joined forces to canvass for the master, and in the Paris district, there are giant LED screens playing repeatedly; Major established enterprises have issued tasks; There are spontaneous volunteers who keep preaching all over the street; There are famous movie stars...

And the other protagonist of the vote, Bai Jingtong, seems to have no action and is still unknown.

Master Miller finally couldn't sit still and got into action.

"You told you to contact the EOS Group, right?"

In Williams's study, the two old men sat opposite each other, and Master Miller said bluntly, "Thank you." ”

"I'm ashamed..."

Facing Master Miller, an old man who is older than himself and has more status, Williams does not hide his thoughts:

"The behavior of the younger generations of the family is very unacceptable, but I didn't stop it."

Williams paused and looked directly at Old Man Miller: "You know, this is my last chance." ”

"Then why are you still helping him?"

Miller's cloudy eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, and he looked at Williams with the eyes of his juniors: "If you don't help him, I think the whole vote will even disappear in the last possibility." ”

Miller's words fell, and the room fell silent.

After a while, I saw Williams suddenly chuckle and get up from his seat, his back suddenly becoming taller:

"I'm not afraid of anyone!"

Miller looked at his back, and without answering, he stood up from his position, and said earnestly before leaving:

"You are a master who really understands art."

Paris, Charles de Gaulle Airport.

"We have arrived in Paris!"

"Hey, last time I watched the designer of Dove Tong being wronged, this time I can't sit idly by anymore."

"I'm ready for the guy..."

Three supporters from the United States, two young men, one black and one white, were exceptionally strong; There is also a sexy girl with long wavy blond hair.

The three of them walked out of the airport side by side, took off their coats, and the passers-by immediately saluted.

They were wearing white shirts inside, and when they looked at the shirt, the front was the head of the dove tree, and the reverse side was the English letter, which translated:

"Please vote for the dove tree. White! ”

"He's the best!"

"I love him!"

They didn't stop, and then took out the poster from the suitcase, and several people held the poster and drilled into it.

The poster is also a photo of the dove tree, but it is not glamorous, but the photos taken by netizens in various regions at the Louvre.

In the photo, she is very depressed, but very focused, every look, every movement, every look never leaves the ancient palace complex.

The three of them came to the center of Paris by car, walking around Notre Dame Cathedral, the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre...

A few more hours passed, the same Charles de Gaulle airport.

In the airport, there were five or six flights from different places that brought down several yellow-skinned youths at the same time.

They took off their coats, recognized each other from a distance, and smiled at each other's acquaintances!

I saw that they were wearing white shirts under their coats, and the shirts were also printed with the photos and slogans of the dove tree.

They moved in striking similarity, taking the poster out of their suitcase and holding it up to their chest.

The young men didn't know each other, they weren't even from the same country, but they were like friends, waving their hands from a distance through the crowd.

They fisted each other and walked in different directions.

Some of these yellow-skinned youths are from China, some from island countries, and some from stick countries...

They don't know each other, but they have one thing in common, that is, they both regard Hengtong as their idol!

Holding posters and leaflets, these yellow-skinned youths were also scattered around the city of Paris...

Another hour or two passed, and it was still Charles de Gaulle.

There are flights from Australia and New Zealand...

One, two, three...

A group, a group of two, a group of three...

More and more netizens gathered in Paris, they didn't know each other, but just looking at each other's clothes and holding slogans, they looked at each other and smiled, encouraging each other.

"Come on, we are all your supporters!"

In fact, on the Internet, there is a discussion group created by Banxia and the youth, and the discussion group has a detailed division of labor, and there are reasonable arrangements for different flights, arrival times and areas responsible for publicity.

It's getting dark, but there are more and more people all over Paris who are desperately promoting the dove tree.

Everyone is doing their last thing!

Under the Arc de Triomphe, Banxia drank the last drop of water in the mineral water bottle, wiped his face, and explained to the passers-by again...

On the side of the highway, young people are constantly rejected, but they are constantly repeated...