Chapter 6 The Dove Tree. White, China! (I ask for a collection and recommend it)

As he prepares to announce the final inductee, Mario Masters' reaction is a bit unusual. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Under everyone's gaze, he wanted to speak several times, and his face showed worry from time to time.

His move has made the hearts of countless audiences around the world entangled.

"The thirteenth proposal to be selected for the 'Louvre Extension' comes from..."

The intonation is elongated here.

'Pound! ’

'Pound! ’

'Pound! ’

The sound of a heavy and rapid heartbeat became extremely clear at this moment, and Juetong's entire body was tensed.

He was extremely nervous, and his mind was constantly intertwined with doubt and confidence:

"Will you be chosen?"

"In that world, although the glass pyramid amazed the world after it was built, it caused a sensational opposition and protest before it was built."

"Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions of French people launched the march"

"In that world, it was the famous master of the time, Mr. 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 be the result?"

At this moment, Jue Tong is no longer as confident as before.

Beside him, the hands of the white father and the white mother were clenched tightly, and they didn't dare to breathe more.

It's so nervous, it's really too nervous!

In the conference room of the Aberture office, all the designers of the Louvre team stood up from their positions.

They took a deep breath as they watched the video projected in front of the room, and their hands holding the glasses grew harder and harder, unaware of it.

It's late, but Mario doesn't wait too long.

"The thirteenth plan comes from.." Mario raised his stout arms in the air, almost roaring, "Dove Tong. White, China! ā€

Rumble!

Stunned, exploded!

At this moment, I don't know how many people were completely stunned, and there was a 'buzz' in their minds, and they no longer had any ideas.

Mario's sonorous voice began to resound around the world.

"Dove Tong. White, China! ā€

"Dove Tong. White, China! ā€

"Dove Tong. White, China! ā€

The smiles that everyone was about to grin suddenly froze on their faces, as if they had been pointed.

'Click...'

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

The sound seemed to wake up the demented crowd, and all the designers began to look incredulous on their faces and let out a low roar.

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

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!"

This name may not be recognizable to others for a while, but she is all too familiar.

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

The same is in the capital, in another single apartment.

In front of the computer, Mu Jin's whole person was like a lightning strike, and the calm he had maintained since the attack on the company disappeared for the first time.

She rubbed her eyes vigorously with her hand and looked at the names that appeared on the page.

She fell into a stupor.

It is said that girls mature earlier than boys, and this is true.

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

She longs for a more comfortable life, for a better quality of life, for high society.

She felt that the sweet, warm love in college was not so important, and she became more rational, or rather treated things with pros and cons.

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

Gradually, she found that her former 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 too fast, who would have thought that the boyfriend who once had no potential would suddenly fly into the sky!

She frantically picked up the phone on the table, found the number from the trash, 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.

'Smack! ’

All they felt was someone, hard, sturdy, slapping them all in the face.

used to scold a lot, but now his face is so ugly.

Big Vs, online media began to quietly delete the articles that had been drafted before.

"Please pick up your dignity, Mr. Bai Jingtong! 怋

"'Be a down-to-earth man, do things well, Mr. Bai Jingtong! 怋

"You can't be too young..."

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

Ordinary netizens also took action, took out their mobile phones and desperately deleted their comments.

Tens of millions of topics quickly turned into millions, hundreds of thousands...

The topics on the once hot topic list are decreasing at a rate that is visible to the naked eye!

Someone smiled bitterly and mocked himself: "How many people did you hit with this slap?" ā€

Netizens from all over the world were a little confused when they heard that awkward name.

'Who is this designer?' How come I haven't heard of it at all! ’

"No, the worst designers who participated in the Louvre expansion project are also newcomers, so they should be famous." ’

'There are good designers in China, too?' You're kidding me! ’

Look at his plan, what kind of plan can squeeze the Oubo firm down. ’

Hold back the doubts in your heart, keep your eyes open and prepare to see the updated plan.

They want to see what kind of amazing plan can make the judges keep it regardless of it!

However..

When the content of the plan came out, everyone in the world, whether it was black or white or yellow, everyone was dumb.

In the center of the page, there is indeed a plan.,Kenima,What the hell is an A2 hand-drawn drawing?

Their eyes widened and they waited for a few more minutes, but no other introductions came.

At this time, everyone was in an uproar.

"Good guy, you're just in this picture!"

"You dare to bid on a picture?"

"If you look at the twelve plans in front of you, WinWin, the world's No. 1 firm, has prepared several G materials."

"You're good, floor plans, elevations, sections, axis side views, perspective drawings, traffic analysis, site analysis... Damn, you don't have any! ā€

All over the world, all the viewers who watched the thirteenth selected plan wanted to scold their mothers.

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

The curse was swallowed back, and the crowd began to scrutinize the picture.

"Professor, Professor!"

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

It's still the white professor, it's still the class.

I only saw a student stunned to look at the hand-painted on the projection, and felt that it was a little unclear.

They shouted the old professor several times before they came to their senses.

"Hmm..."

The professor snorted softly, but not like the previous plans, with a mouthful of comments.

Obviously, the professor didn't understand this plan too well.

Beijing, in a cramped bachelor apartment.

After Mario announced the results, Jutong's phone was about to be blown up.

Friends who are in contact or uncontacted have called in.

Faced with the familiar names, Jue Tong did not answer.

Just hang up, and then turn off the phone.

She sighed softly, then grinned widely, got up from her seat, and hugged her parents tightly.

Sending charcoal in the snow and falling into the well, this is probably the case.