President François Mitterrand was a very tough president, having been the leader of the Syriza coalition before coming to power. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He was a soldier in his youth, and not long ago, he defeated the incumbent president with cancer.

On the day of his inaugural speech, Mitterrand swore an oath to bring France out of its predicament.

At this time, the French economy was in trouble, with high unemployment and inflation...

Mitterrand was of medium stature, with white skin, dark brown hair, and black eyes, and was not tall, but burly, with a vigorous and resolute aura.

"Master Miller."

"I don't think I'll do it without your request!"

Mitterrand whispered, and then walked into the Place Napoleon alone, and lined up like an ordinary person behind a long line.

"Master Miller..."The female mayor of Hidalgo had an ugly face, but she did not dare to stop the radical president, and asked through some gritted teeth: "What is your request?" ”

"Girl, I wonder if you will be able to keep the oath in the Great Palace when the will of the mayor and the will of the president are compatible?"

Old Man Miller smiled and waved his hand, as if he had something to say.

With that, the old man staggered away.

Master Williams was silent, unable to see what he was thinking, he stood there and paused, then left with a long sigh.

But it was said to be in Place Napoleon.

When President François Mitterrand stood at the end of the line, all the Parisians waiting to vote in the square blew up in an instant.

"Good morning, Monsieur Mitterrand!"

"Good morning, Mr. President."

"I didn't expect you to come too, I don't know if you are more inclined to..."

"President Mitterrand?"

"He's coming to vote too?"

"Who will the president vote for, it should be Master Williams..."

"How could he start voting at this time, shouldn't he, with his prestige, he will definitely drive a lot of people to vote!"

......

The citizens who were close to each other excitedly greeted each other, or directly inquired about their intentions; Citizens who were far away stuck their heads out at the tail of the procession, whispering non-stop.

At this time, in the square, the speed of voting slowed down.

Mitterrand smiled on his serious face and nodded frequently to the citizens, but when faced with inquiries of interest, he waved his hand and did not speak.

At this time, the female mayor of Hidalgo approached the celebrities and celebrities who received the news.

Although they had a smile on their faces when facing the president, they were obviously much more restrained and could not take it at ease.

A few people didn't dare to say much, but only stood beside Mitterrand, making eye contact and thinking about ideas.

On the other side, on the edge of the Napoleon Square, she heard the heated discussions of the citizens and saw that almost everyone was sticking their heads in the same direction.

Somewhat confused, listening attentively to the discussion, Jue Tong curiously walked towards the place where people's eyes gathered.

Before she walked in, she heard a rather cordial shout from a distance.

"Tung designer!"

Hearing this, he raised his head, and when he saw the figure clearly, Jue Tong was stunned for a moment, and walked quickly towards the president.

Jue Tong's eyebrows couldn't help but look nervous.

A palace-level master, like Williams, can calmly communicate with the president, but he doesn't have the ability and confidence.

"Good fellow, this is the president, at the helm of the existence of a country!"

Jue Tong thought to herself.

However, the next sudden scene made the female mayor Hidalgo and the powerful people, and the citizens of Paris who were all over the square wide-eyed and shocked.

I saw that when there were still three or two steps away, President Mitterrand actually took a few steps to meet him and warmly shook the hand of the dove tree.

If it had been several other presidents, it would not have surprised everyone, but this is Mitterrand!

Notoriously hard-liner, radical, when did Mitterrand become so enthusiastic about people?

Is he the head of China? Is he the president of the United States?

"Designer Dove tree, I've always heard your name, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Mr. President..."

It seems that they are like cordial friends, and the two talk cordially.

At the moment when Mitterrand held the hand of the dove tree, the number of votes of the dove tree suddenly surged, and the rate of increase even caught up with Master Williams.

"The Louvre is the pride of the French people and represents the hope of the French."

Francois Mitterrand said: "I hope that the new Louvre will be like the rising sun, representing France that will get out of the predicament." ”

"I really value the Grand Louvre project this time."

"I also imagined how the expanded Louvre would reappear..."

Mitterrand said in a deep voice.

Almost everyone in the square was as quiet as possible, trying to hear what Mr. President was saying.

"I know, it's a very difficult thing to do, the Louvre is too old to be relevant..."

"It has become worn by time, bleak, old palace..."

Jue Tong listened, agreeing in his heart, but his face was silent.

This kind of thing can only be said by Mitterrand, and if outsiders do, they will inevitably be bombarded by the Parisians.

"I can't think of any solid extension that would fit in with this ancient palace."

"I thought that after the expansion, there would always be flaws, and it would always be inevitable."

President Mitterrand said

His words spread rapidly, and people pondered his description over and over again.

Beside Mitterrand, the female mayor of Hidalgo, as well as the ladies and gentlemen, suddenly sank in their hearts.

"Any solid extension?"

"What does that mean?"

"Is it an allusion that the glass pyramid of the dove tree designer is the most suitable solution?"

"Mr. President, is this mean, in fact, the work of Master Williams is not as good as the glass pyramid?"

The citizens were secretly pondering.

But soon, their hearts suddenly tightened, and they felt that it seemed to be the case.

The Louvre has been around for nearly a thousand years, and no matter what solid material is used to relate to it, it is bound to create a sense of incongruity.

"But now, I have to admit that I was wrong!"

Mitterrand looked at the glass pyramid and said, "This glass pyramid is against the backdrop of the ancient palace, and the transparent glass slowly blends into the ancient building..."

In the distance, the pyramids faintly reflect the ancient palace, and its own elegance is reined in, making the Louvre quiet...

Hearing Mitterrand's analysis, he ignored the restraints and grinned, feeling a sense of confidant with the president in front of him.

"A pyramid is a geometric figure that can represent the largest floor area in the smallest area, so it will never steal the limelight from the Louvre even if it is built in a square."

The sun shone down on the young face of the young man, and he faced the president of France and gave a thumbs up: "I don't think that the Louvre needs an existence older than it!" ”

The clear voice and sonorous conclusion were like a thunderclap, and they were passed on by word of mouth at the fastest speed.

Soon, everyone knew what Jue Tong said, and recited it repeatedly: "The Louvre doesn't need to exist older than it!" ”

Everyone was shocked, only to feel that this word seemed to change their long-standing concept.

They have always been proud of their rich history, and they have always been proud of the history of the Louvre.

When considering the expansion, they, like all the designers, were thinking about how to make the Louvre more reflective of the splendor of European classical civilization.

Everyone, including the designer, seems to be thinking about how to make the Louvre even older!

It never occurred to them that the Louvre didn't need to be any older than it!

Classicism...

Baroque...

Eclecticism...

These ancient European schools were excluded because of this one idea!

A faint, terrible thought began to emerge in everyone's minds.

"Tung designer!"

Just listen, President Mitterrand laughed, and then his voice was particularly loud: "You know the Louvre better than us French!" ”

'Boom! ’

There is no question, I don't want to refute, this sentence is what everyone thinks of, but dare not think of it!

There was a deathly silence.

After a while, some people in the crowd suddenly felt that this sentence was somewhat familiar, and they were pondering in their hearts, and when their eyes caught a glimpse of a group of young people outside the square, their hearts suddenly tightened.

Whisper to your peers and point out of the field.

More and more Parisian citizens have the impression that the day before yesterday, those young people took pictures of the designers of the dove tree and told them loudly, saying that only the dove designer knows the Louvre best!

At that time, they scoffed at it.

Isn't it ridiculous that you, a foreigner, dare to say that you know the Louvre best in Paris?

They don't believe it, it's just a joke!

But right now, everyone was frightened and felt guilty.

They looked at the young man, who was laughing at their president.

Everyone looked at each other silently, and in the next second, the votes began to reverse, and with guilt, they reversed at an astonishing speed!

ps: I'm sorry, I'm just a shift today, I've been busy outside for a day today, and I'll come back at eight o'clock. Poor updates will be made up.