"He really shouldn't be treated like this. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

In the city of Paris, the young man looked at the live broadcast in the Grand Palace, frowned and sighed softly.

The young people swept through various forums and live broadcast pages, and found that netizens seemed to have a tacit understanding.

That is, just like the live camera, the picture of the camera lens is swept over the designer group, but it always skips the figure of a person in the corner.

"Have you noticed? The blonde girl who turned around in the picture just now is really beautiful, and her figure is simply amazing! ”

"Hey, don't think about the guy upstairs, that girl I know, my dad is at the helm of a multinational company, and my wife is a pianist. She grew up in an aristocratic school, and was a classmate of the royal family—"

"It's worthy of Master Klaisson, I guess his plan is likely to be selected for the final plan."

"Yes, what is France? Those people are proud of their long history, and this program is simply the essence of European millennial culture! ”

"Haha, but I'm still interested in the girl from earlier."

Netizens are the same, they are talking enthusiastically, exuberant exchanges, they are talking about designers, talking about works, and even talking about celebrities and movie stars that flash in the picture from time to time.

In such a feast, the protagonist who should have been the most watched became non-existent and was intentionally forgotten in the corner.

The young man is a little uncomfortable, uncomfortable for the dove tree, unwilling, and aggrieved!

Being joined by everyone, deliberately ignored, to some extent, is a silent sanction.

'Drop! ’

Just then, a prompt sounded behind the computer.

The young man hurriedly opened the page, poked his head out, and looked expectant.

But soon, his face showed disappointment again, and the software was updated with a prompt message: "No similar pictures found." ’

He was silent, suddenly raised his head, his body bounced violently, and ran barefoot to the bathroom with a few strides, groping in the clothes he had just changed.

Sure enough, after a while, he pulled out a small box from his pants pocket.

He remembered that a few days ago, he was taking pictures in the Louvre, and it seemed that in a certain photo, the figure of the homeless man was unfortunately framed!

He had an impact on the photo, and he complained at the time that a photograph with excellent composition was ruined by the homeless man who suddenly broke in.

Now that I think about it, isn't this homeless man familiar?

The young man grabbed the memory card, imported it into the computer again, and screened it with the picture recognition system.

This time, he didn't turn the software into the background again, but watched the data bar jump with his own eyes.

The young man didn't know that he was not the only one he was looking for, and at the same time, there was also a netizen in the United States, the United Kingdom, and Paris.

One thing they have in common is that they have visited the Louvre at different times during the three days.

They knew the homeless man well, and at the same time they had an inexplicable affection for the young Chinese designer.

So, spontaneously, someone took out his mobile phone and rummaged through hundreds of photos; Someone took out their camera and looked at the scenery they had previously photographed. Someone contacted a friend and asked what they were.

They believe that in the three days after the arrival of the doom in France, something must have happened, and there must be something hidden that will surprise everyone!

The white father and white mother are guarding the live video in China.

In the live broadcast room, hundreds of thousands of netizens pointed to a certain celebrity and a certain star, watching the plan project and the designer talk eloquently.

The old couple looked calm on their faces, although they could no longer see the picture of their son, but the previous tattered but resolute figure was always in their minds.

They know that they don't need to do anything, they don't need to worry, they don't need to worry, they just need to silently and firmly believe that their son will not be defeated!

I'm afraid that everyone is deliberately ignoring that figure, and there will always be their old couple behind their son.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen."

The middle-aged man in a black dress stood in front of his seat, he looked around slightly, and only listened to him say: "I like the works of Master Klaisson very much, and I am known to be a big fan of Master Klaisson. ”

This middle-aged man is the first guest to make a comment on behalf of celebrities and nobles, named Lorenzo. Medici is a family inherited from the Renaissance.

This, Lorenzo. Medici is a well-known patron of the arts. An important supporter behind Klaisson.

In the art world, there will always be a few crazy followers behind the well-known masters.

They waved cheques and pushed the masters to a higher status.

In history, all masters have such a group of wealthy, status, and unwavering supporters behind them.

"Eclecticism is a very dynamic school."

All the lights converged on Lorenzo's body, and he could only be seen with a very gentlemanly smile, saying: "It is not confined to a fixed form, it looks for the most suitable style in its long history and blends them perfectly." ”

"The Louvre is really too old, it comes from the Renaissance."

said it was a review, but gradually it turned into canvassing, Lorenzo. Medici is making an impact: "It should be a collection of all the good things!" ”

"I think Master Klaisson did it perfectly!"

"Drawing on the essence of Europe's thousand-year-old history, I believe that Master Claisson will make the new Louvre the pride of all Europeans!"

"If the Louvre extension project ends up being the work of Clayson." Lorenzo's loud voice paused, he gestured a finger, and said proudly: "I will donate 10 million euros to the French government for the construction of the Louvre!" “

'Ten million euros! ’

When his words fell, even this hall full of celebrities couldn't help but exclaim, and they were shocked by Lorenzo's handwriting.

The bright light shone on the middle-aged man's face, and his expression was so confident, as if everything was under his palm.

This is these celebrities and nobles, they have too much energy.

Even under such a solemn election, there is still the energy to influence the situation.

Even the French government cannot ignore such a huge amount of money!

After the surprise, in the Grand Palace, a number of celebrities and nobles smiled one after another. Medici applauded.

Isn't this what these people are proud of?

They can easily decide the fate of ordinary people according to their own preferences.

For example, they don't like the rude and unruly tramp boy before, so on such an occasion, he, as the protagonist, will still be ignored by everyone.

Under her seat, the female mayor Hidalgo clapped lightly and smiled brightly, Lorenzo's behavior was a very brilliant resume for her political achievements.

She looked at Lorenzo. Medici, not knowing what to think, turned her gaze to the designers' seats and glanced to the corner.

She saw the figure that disgusted him, but she didn't see the despair she expected on the latter's face, and she couldn't help frowning.

"A poor boy who doesn't know the height of the sky, he hasn't recognized the world yet!"

"Let me teach you a lesson."

Lorenzo. After the comments of the judging panel, Mr. Mario looked at Master Miller respectfully, but saw that Master Miller only waved his hand indifferently, without the slightest intention and interest in participating in the comment.

The Master Miller jury is the highest, the most important critic, and the master of the jury who Klaisson most wants to comment on his work.

It's a pity that it seems that the master is getting older and doesn't have the energy to comment anymore.

With a faint look of disappointment on his face, Klaisson bowed slightly to Mario, thanking him for the evaluation he was about to begin.

Mario analyzed every detail of Claisson's work in great detail, praised it very highly, and concluded with a high conclusion that "this is the culmination of eclecticism".

In a bachelor apartment.

The half-summer girl sat cross-legged on the bed, nodding her head from time to time, listening carefully to Mario's words.

Her smile was flushed, and she looked a little excited, and when Mario finished analyzing it completely, she saw that the girl couldn't wait to take out her mobile phone and open her frequent social accounts.

Sure enough, the circle of friends was full of praise, and friends expressed their amazement at the works of the master Klaisson.

The girl looked at each compliment carefully, her big eyes bent into crescents, she liked Clayson's work this time, and she hoped that her friends would like it too.

Banxia kept flipping through the circle of friends, and suddenly saw a few strange news.

"This forced 666, dare to appear in the Grand Palace like this, it is probably the first time, right?"

Look at the time, it is the part of her shower.

Banxia was a little strange, seeing the news, the laughter of his friends, a little confused.

"Did anything unthinkable appear in my shower?"

I only heard the little girl muttering, followed by grabbing the mobile phone, and typed out the question word by word: 'Excuse me, what happened?' Who appeared at the Grand Palais? ’