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Among them, several chief engineers and professors who were determined to win the award were even more angry and suppressed.

The atmosphere of the party was very dull, and no one had the heart to pay attention to what the host in the lecture hall was saying, until the final stage of the host shouted out:

"Please invite Mo Lao to come to the stage!"

Only then did everyone come back to their senses, and although they were still calm, they applauded their respect.

This is the finale of tonight, and a lecture will be given by Mo Lao, a literary master who has entered the room.

The eyes of the audience looked at the old man in Tsing Yi who was at the table with Bai Jingtong in the front row, waiting for him to come to the stage.

Unexpectedly, things seem to have changed.

I saw Mo Lao beckoning to the host, who immediately trotted closer.

Mo Lao took the microphone in the host's hand, turned his body and faced everyone, his face was ruddy, and his eyes were bright:

"Thank you for your attention."

The old man bowed earnestly, and a slightly hoarse voice echoed in the banquet hall.

Around, the gray-haired old-timers in the front row, and the mainstays in the middle and rear didn't know what was going on, and they were paying attention.

"I can't afford tonight's lecture!"

"But there are more suitable candidates in the field than old decay!"

When everyone heard this, the audience was in an uproar.

Mo Lao's prestige, qualifications and even honor in China belong to the deepest person, he can't afford it, who can afford it?

Could it be that you are referring to Wu Lao?

Or is it Lan Lao and Xue Lao?

As he thought, his gaze turned to the other three old men.

Everyone found that the reactions of Wu Lao and the three seemed to be surprisingly unified, with expectations and a faint smile on their faces.

For everyone's wait-and-see, the three old men only shook their heads slightly in denial.

In this entire banquet hall, all designers, experts and scholars of all ages have no more identity and achievements than the four elders.

Even beside them, the old people of the same age are slightly inferior.

A pair of eyes looked around, and they were all focused on Mo Lao's body.

At this moment, the big guy even left his anger about the award behind him.

At the same table with Mo Lao, Bai Juetong, who was sitting opposite him, was also a little curious, and guessed in his heart.

But I didn't want to, at this moment, I saw Mo Lao suddenly bow his head, and his eyes fell straight on him.

Mo Lao's gaze was very gentle, and there was encouragement and encouragement in the depths of his eyes.

Mo Lao's actions made the hearts of everyone who were concerned about him hang, their eyes widened, and their faces showed even more horror.

They couldn't help but have a terrible answer in their minds.

Next to Mo Lao, Xue Lao, Wu Lao, and Lan Lao followed closely and made the same action, their eyes all looked at Bai Hengtong, and their eyes were also encouraging!

Seeing this, Bai Jingtong's eyes blinked, and he didn't react a little.

The scalps of the chief engineers, experts and scholars in the room are about to burst, even if they can't help but burst out in their hearts:

"Holy!"

"Didn't you still be dissatisfied with him and angry with him before?"

"Kidding us, huh?"

"Together tonight, we are all here to accompany and witness the light of this white dove tree?"

"Is this a decision made by the Association of Architects or the Ministry of Housing and Urban-Rural Development? Do you want to make Bai Juetong a god? ”

......

The heart is pounding, and there are all kinds of chaotic thoughts in the mind.

"Designer of Bai Jue Tong."

I only heard Mo Lao say in a deep voice: "I want to invite you to complete tonight's lecture on my behalf, I don't know if it's okay?" ”

Everyone looked at Bai Jingtong in a daze, and looked at the young man who was about the same age as their son, with complicated expressions, envy, jealousy, anger, and dissatisfaction...

"I don't know what the topic of the lecture is?"

Jue Tong's face was calm, and he asked after thinking about it.

Faced with Bai Jingtong's question, before Elder Wu could answer, President Xue beside him continued:

"You just talk about the future of China's construction road!"

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Jue Tong heard a sonorous sound from President Xue's voice.

"Good!"

Under the attention of the audience, I only saw Bai Hengtong seriously sweeping over the faces of the old men Wu Lao, Lan Lao, Xue Lao, and Mo Lao, and then his mouth opened and his spirit was flying, and then he stood up and responded at the same time.

Jue Tong took the microphone handed by Mo Lao and strode towards the podium.

His back was imprinted in the eyes of the four old men, in the eyes of all the older generation of designers, and in the eyes of the dissatisfied and angry middle-aged designers.

"Crazy!"

"I think they're all crazy!"

"Even if you want to make gods, you can't ignore our feelings like this."

"The future of China's architectural road, this is the path that our generations of designers have explored, what can he know when he is young without any hair?"

"In my opinion, from this session onwards, the exploration and awards of the China Architecture Art Forum will no longer have that lofty status in the hearts of domestic designers!"

"No matter what, I will not recognize the three awards of this year's Chinese architectural art!"

......

His eyes were tightly looking at the white dove in front of the stage.

There was a spotlight shining a moderate light to envelop it, and the young man was holding the podium with his hands, his face calm and his eyes indifferent.

The atmosphere in the venue was scorching, but when the news came out, the whole designer forum was dumb.

It took a while for a sensation to spread.

"The designer of Bai Jue Tong will give a lecture instead of Mo Lao!"

"Designer Bai will give a lecture entitled - The Future of China's Architectural Roads."

"Comrades, let us witness the birth of the man of God!"

"Tonight's party is a god-making party, and it is destined to officially push the designer of Bai Jue Tong to the altar."

"No, it's not to push Bai Juetong to the altar, but the domestic design circle needs God!"

"It's really broken through the limits of my imagination again and again, and the rise of the white dove is too fast, and it has never appeared in the entire history."

"Think about my age like the white god, but I'm still just a hard dog, who knows the pain in my heart..."

......

In the studio of Bai Juetong, the big guys are scattered in the hall on the first floor, or reading, chatting, or thinking.

"Our boss has won a prize!"

Su Mu's voice was excited and he shouted.

But when the words fell, no one cared.

"Our boss has won another prize!"

Su Mu shouted again.

The reaction was still the same.

"We've got all the awards!"

"We're ready to give a lecture!"

......

Su Mu shouted again and again.

"Fat brother, you are making such a fuss, it will look like you have never seen the world."

Finally someone answered, it was Qianhe, the little girl was busy with her work, and said, "That's Brother Tong!" ”

Banxia, Jingmo, Zuo Chao, Sister Qian...

Everyone didn't look up, but when they heard it, the corners of their mouths showed a slight smile at the same time.

When the news reached the design and art dormitory, the students in the dormitory were already screaming hoarse!