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Adrian. Smith's eyes widened as he looked at the back of the company, stunned by his actions, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but he still couldn't accurately guess what the latter was going to do.

In such a joyful atmosphere, the rhythmic footsteps are clearly reflected in the ears of the guests.

Everyone turned their heads one after another to follow the sound, and when they saw that it was a yellow-skinned young man, many of them couldn't help frowning.

They rebuked the young man in their hearts, feeling that he was a very uneducated young man.

Duke Güell, Mister Mira, Mister Batlló, and the three masters were exchanging more information, and they looked at the past after noticing the change in their births.

"Designer of Bai Jue Tong?"

Mario, the master of French classicism, recognized the man at a glance, and he shouted in a low voice.

It's not loud, but it's still audible for the guests.

But even if they know the identity of the person who came, the expressions of these wealthy people in Barcelona's high society still did not change, and even some of them showed a smile on their faces.

Just like the United States during the birth of the Chicago School in another world, these wealthy businessmen had a contempt for reinforced concrete and modernism.

What they are looking for is a work with a heritage, with elements of classicism.

"Good evening, Master Mario."

Bai Jingtong heard Mario's shout, his footsteps stopped, a slight smile appeared on his young face, he bowed slightly, and said with respect.

"Master Berg, Master Dali, good evening."

Bai Hengtong took a few steps closer, looked at the other two masters, and saluted.

"Mr. Duke, Mr. Mira, Mr. Batlló..."

Under the gaze of everyone, he paused slightly and paid tribute again.

The three masters of the classical genre who were shouted by Jue Tong nodded their respects for the former and responded with the gesture of their peers.

The Duke of Güell, the wealthy Mira, and Monsieur Batlló were only courteous, but not really concerned.

As for more people, they are either curious, playful, or contemptuous, or looking at the play with the attitude of watching the play.

"I'm sure something interesting is going to happen."

In the crowd, I don't know who whispered, and this whisper was affirmed in the hearts of many people.

"Mr. Mira, Master Berg."

Sure enough, after the etiquette was in place, Dove Tong walked to Mira and Ragnar. In front of Osterberg, shouted again.

The two looked at each other, he didn't say anything, just waited for the follow-up, and Jue Tong turned his gaze to Berg, the master of romanticism.

"Mr. Mira, Master Berg, I wonder if I will be able to participate in the design of this house."

I saw Jue Tong asking, and at the end, he added: "As another host designer." ”

Neither high nor low sounds echoed in the banquet hall.

When everyone present heard it clearly, everyone's hearts were in an uproar, but then they chuckled.

This is an invitation to the Berg masters!

Carlo. Mira looked slightly stunned, and then reacted, he felt a little strange, but it didn't show it on his face.

Mr. Mira is the standard Barcelona's richest man, and he has nothing in mind about the modernist work.

He didn't want a square box house made of reinforced concrete and large glass windows.

But thinking so, Mira was polite and ready to refuse:

"I'm sorry, I've invited..."

"Absolutely!"

Before he finished speaking, Master Berg, who was full of gentlemanly temperament all the time beside him, was unusual, and directly interrupted Mira's words and gave an affirmative answer.

Every master is brilliant and never afraid of any challenge, let alone from such a young man.

And Bai Hengtong is a great enemy in the hearts of the designers of the classical school, and everyone wants to compete with him head-on, but this unexpected incident is somewhat in line with Berg's mind.

"Thank you, Master Berg."

Carlo. Mira stopped talking, and Bai Jingtong grinned when she saw this and thanked her.

"Master Berg, I wonder how long you will need?"

Bai Jingtong asked again.

"Two months is enough."

"Understood, I'll also hand over the plan in two months."

After the conversation, Bai Hengtong did not leave, under the gaze of everyone, he once again walked straight to Batll and Master Dali on the other side.

"Mr. Batlló, Master Dalí, I wonder if I can participate in the design of this house?"

Under a pair of eyes, Bai Jingtong stood in front of the two of them, and said again with the same posture and tone.

If we talk about the first design competition, although everyone does not think that Bai Juetong's work will be selected by them, they can still accept it.

But after these dozens of seconds, the second design competition that appeared made everyone present no longer even hide their faces, and laughed nakedly.

Mr. Batlló's expression remained unchanged, but he just looked at Master Dalí, meaning that the master would make a decision.

"Yes."

El Salvador. Dali took a serious look at Bai Juetong, in his eyes, Bai Juetong was amazingly young, and his eyes were black and white and extremely deep, not like a joke.

He didn't scoff, but nodded in agreement.

"I wonder what time you need to design, Master?"

"It's the same two months."

"Understood, I'll hand over the Batlló plan in two months."

El Salvador. Dali listened, showed thought, and said with kindness:

"I'll hand over the plan within two months from today, and Designer Bai will postpone it for two months after the fight with Berg."

"No sir, I'll hand over the picture with you."

Bai Jingtong did not accept this kindness, waved his hand, and said affirmatively.

With that, he immediately turned around and took another step under the gaze of everyone.

When the guests and even the old masters saw the direction of the dove tree, their expressions were moved.

The guests already thought that the young modernist designer was crazy and had come to make jokes, while the two masters, Berg and Dalí, frowned and watched in silence.

"Mr. Duke, Master Mario, I wonder if I can participate in the design of this palace?"

Nearly the same question rang out a third time.

Some of the guests in the room burst out laughing.

The faces of the three masters were also not good-looking, and they felt that Bai Juetong was teasing them.

"Designer Bai, are you sure you're not kidding?"

Mario's face darkened, and his tone was reprimanding.

"Of course!"

Jue Tong replied affirmatively.

"Okay, I'm going to see how capable you are."

Mario repeatedly.

"I also need two months, you can also pay this time!"

There is no need for Bai Jingtong to ask, Mario said with anger.

"Understood, Master Mario."

didn't seem to notice the mockery, and didn't seem to care, Bai Hengtong agreed.

In the corner, Adrian. Smith had a look of horror on his face, and he had had made countless guesses in his head, but he had never guessed such a situation.

At this moment, even he thought that Designer Bai was crazy!

There is nothing to challenge the Classical Masters who have entered the room, and Jutong has done it before and won, but this time it is different, it is to compete with three masters at the same time in the same time!

"I heard that this young modernist designer is also the chief designer of the China Pavilion and the American Pavilion."

"Really? This time it's going to be an international joke. ”

"Maybe it's the young designer who wants to make a name for himself."

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The guests exchanged their heads, pointed and chuckled, and talked one after another.