Envelopes were opened one by one, and one by one the dust settled. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The hall was dimly lit, except for Hidalgo's podium, which was dazzling and high.

The atmosphere inside and outside the stadium is getting hotter and hotter, and people's palms are sweaty, and they only feel that their heartbeats are so clearly visible.

Gradually, more and more masters are declared out.

One vote announced.

The representative masters of the postmodernist genre are eliminated!

One vote announced.

The masters of the Renaissance style are knocked out!

One vote announced.

The master of the Romantic genre is out!

The further you go, the more important each vote becomes, because it makes the situation clearer and clearer, and each vote can eliminate several genres.

"Damn, why is this atmosphere so solemn, my heart is hanging in my throat."

"Me too, I can't stand it anymore, every time she announces, my heart is trembling!"

"God forbid, it's good that our Juetong is not out, otherwise I would have really cried."

"I can be said to have experienced the cruelty of the selection of the Grand Louvre, you see, among the masters who were eliminated before, who is not a big name?"

"Now, these masters of their respective genres are also in pain and suffering, you see that the team of the romantic genre just now is dozens of years older, crying a lot!"

"I can't imagine how horrible it would be in that hall, and if I were there, I would have to stop breathing."

The faces of the netizens who watched the live broadcast turned red, their bodies were tightly tensed, and they didn't even dare to move more.

Some people want to go to the toilet, but they are afraid that they will miss the historic scene and hold back.

Sure enough, at this very moment, Hidalgo stood on the podium and made another announcement.

After the votes for the director of the British Museum were announced, Mr. Rubens, the master of the Baroque genre, let out a wail.

He looked pained and put his hands on his head.

Master Rubens, out!

The celebrities and nobles in the room were not surprised, they only waited quietly, and they took a sip of their red wine glasses from time to time.

From time to time, their eyes swept over the painful masters, and the corners of their mouths couldn't help but raise slightly.

Looking down from above, it is as if they have become toys in the hands of themselves and others, and you can watch them struggle, pain, wail, joy and anger...

The young man who was inadvertently skimmed by a celebrity and nobleman in the corner suddenly frowned, and put down the wine glass in his hand heavily.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, twenty-four votes have been revealed, and the remaining four people have not been announced, including the director of the Egyptian Museum, the director of the Vatican Museums, the director of the Louvre Museum, and the classicist master Mr. Mario.

"There is hope, it will definitely be possible, and there will be a reward for paying so much!"

"Yes, I don't believe that anyone else can do this, not eating or drinking for three days just to understand the Louvre!"

"Now there are only three designers left."

"Master Williams has nine votes, we have seven votes, and Martin. Master Klaisson has six votes! ”

"The next vote is crucial, and I firmly believe that there will be miracles."

"The next vote is the one that decides whether Master Klaisson is out of the game, and we still have a chance!"

"Come on, the next vote also determines whether Jutong is out of the game, who do you think Master Mario will vote for? He's a staunch opponent of the glass pyramid! ”

"I don't care, anyway, I only recognize the dove tree. White! ”

China's live broadcast room, Weibo, dating platforms in various countries, Facebook and Twitter discussions have suddenly gone up.

From the messages, we can get a glimpse of the fierce competition in the hall, and netizens have been holding their breath and praying in their hearts for the gods and Buddhas.

They feel guilty about the dove tree, they regard the dove tree as a hero, and they long for the dove tree to deepen its honor!

They are looking forward to it with all their hearts

In the hall, Martin. Master Klaisson sat upright, his face was solemn, his whole body was tense, and even because of the extreme nervousness, he couldn't help but tremble, trembling slightly.

Beside Master Klaisson, his team clenched their fists, breathing as low as they could...

They attach too much importance to the Louvre expansion program, which is a clarion call for a counteroffensive by the eclectic genre!

They don't represent themselves, they represent a long heritage.

If they fail, perhaps because of this defeat, an ancient and long-standing tradition will be extinguished in the near future.

If that's the case, they'll all be sinners!

The powerful men above restrained their chuckles and looked intently at Hidalgo.

This was the decisive vote, and there was a great possibility that the homeless man who had been in the way for a long time would get out.

Hidalgo stood in front of the podium, blinded by a glare of spotlights.

She was dressed in a lavish gown and wore precious jewels, she held her head high and enjoyed everyone's attention, and her look was haughty as if she were the goddess Zeus who decided the fate of man.

"Twenty-fifth vote, from Ms. Wafaa Siddiq, Director of the Egyptian Museum!"

Hidalgo displayed the envelope in front of the crowd, then opened it and pulled out the paper on which the answer was recorded.

The eyes swept over, and the corners of the female mayor's mouth raised, but she did not directly open her mouth to announce it.

Dozens of cameras were pointed at Hidalgo, and her every movement, every look, and every gesture was speculated by countless people.

When the corners of Hidalgo's mouth were raised, tens of millions of netizens before the live broadcast suddenly snorted in their hearts.

Sure enough, Hidalgo cleared his throat, took a deep breath, and then raised his voice abruptly:

"Congratulations to Master Williams!"

"Congratulations on your 10th personal vote!"

'Boom! ’

As soon as Hidalgo's voice fell, the audience, Master Williams had not yet reacted. Klaisson was already slumped in his position, his face aching, his head in his hands.

The team behind him is also sad, broken, desperate...

Many people even wept bitterly!

Hidalgo's team's reaction is broadcast live to the world, with the eclectic designers suffering and suffering with them.

Tens of millions of netizens who support Dove Tong have a kinship, and many of them are about to lose control and collapse emotionally.

They were so eager for the Dove to win the final victory, and there had never been anything that made everyone look forward to it!

They think it's their own atonement!

"Why is this happening, can there be miracles?"

Someone spoke out in despair.

This is the Grand Louvre Plan!

It is not only the competition field of the masters, but also the grave of the masters, burying the last hope in the hearts of every master little by little.

The representative master of the Baroque genre Rubens is out, the postmodern master is out, the master of the Renaissance style is out ...

Finally, even Martin, who has countless supporters and is seen as the hope of the rise of eclecticism. Klaisson is also out!

In the hall, the high-ranking magnates applauded lightly, smiled and nodded their heads.

They raised their glasses to each other, touched each other from a distance, and then drank down!

Although there were some twists and turns, the final result could not escape their control after all.

Even, because of this sudden twist and turn and change, the magnates are even more proud.

They looked at Old Man Miller with contempt:

"What's wrong with the palace-level master, it's just a bigger ant!"

"The palace-level master is just a tool for us to put out for fun."

"If a palace-level master dares to oppose us, he will also make you fall!"

Of the three votes remaining, two of Europe's oldest museum curators were stubborn and one disliked modernism.

The last man was a master of classicism, a resolute glass pyramid opposition.

Despair, a little hope that people can't see.

In a bachelor apartment in the Paris district.

The Banxia girl hugged the big bear on the side in her arms, her little face was tense, and she only heard her muttering a little distracted: "So, will the final result be Master Williams?" ”

She likes Master Williams's classicism the most, but for some reason, her heart is sour at this moment.

Beijing, China, in a dimly lit hut.

Mu Jin looked at the picture in the live broadcast, and his eyes flowed with brilliance.

She was not sad about the defeat of the dove in the slightest, and she never thought that the dove would win the final victory.

This is the Grand Louvre project, and the water in it is too deep.

At first, Mu Jin felt that it would be a fluke if Jue Tong could get the approval of one or two judges!

However, what she never expected was that Jutong had come to this point and crushed the vast majority of masters who had entered the house.

In Mu Jin's eyes, at this time, the dove was already shining brightly, and its potential was immeasurable.

She suddenly pulled open the drawer next to her, searched for a long time in the drawer, and pulled out a key from it.

"I heard that my uncle and aunt are in the capital."

Mu Jin held the key in the palm of his hand and said to himself, the once innocent face smiled like a flower.

At present, it is already worth Mu Jin to let go of his skin, and even let go of his dignity.

"Our son is amazing, follow me!"

In a single apartment in another part of the capital, the atmosphere between the old couple was very warm, they hugged each other, and only heard the white father say ridiculously and seriously.

"you, my son has been like me since he was a child!"

The white mother held her head high proudly and snorted softly.