After the Chinese New Year's Eve, time will run away. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It is the eighth day of the first month, and the day when Juetong is ready to return to the capital.

In the waiting hall of Xiaoshan International Airport in Hangzhou, Huang Tong was browsing the International Forum of Architects on his mobile phone, and Banxia next to him leaned on his shoulder, his eyes a little worried.

"How much longer?"

Banxia yawned and said softly.

"It's still early, you can sleep again."

Jutong patted Banxia's head and said in a low voice.

Banxia nodded, and gradually fell asleep, and at this moment, the news that flashed by the architect's forum ** Tong seemed to have found something that interested him, and even faintly evoked a memory of a certain part of his mind.

This architect forum is not only a forum for designers to chat and gossip, but also has the most cutting-edge news in the industry, the convening of design competitions, project bidding and so on.

What attracted the dove was a competition notice on the design competition page.

Jue Tong clicked into the page and silently read the specific information and requirements of the competition.

"The contest commission issued by the Prime Minister of New South Wales, Australia, Cahill?"

"The building site is located on the Benilang headland in Sydney, the capital of New South Wales, Australia."

"The opera house?"

The competition has been going on for about a year since its release, about the same time as the Louvre bidding for the Louvre.

But compared with the world-renowned scene of the Louvre, which attracted more than a dozen masters to compete, the design competition released by the Prime Minister of New South Wales, Australia, is much shabby.

After all, even the slightest designer will not pay attention to such a little-known competition without big investment, high prizes, and no name.

After only a cursory glance, she found that up to now, there are about 200 designers from all over the world participating in the competition.

It's just that the highest ranking among them is only a few designers who have just been rated as up-and-coming, and the rest of the designers are not even on the list, even in the corresponding countries.

"The entry rules are that there must be a hall that can accommodate 3,000 people and a small hall that can accommodate 1,200 people."

Ju Tong continued to look at the request, frowning slightly, as if thinking: "Both halls are to be designed for different purposes, including opera, symphony and choral concerts, large-scale conferences, lectures, ballet performances and other lectures. ”

"The design of an opera house in Sydney, Australia."

Whispering, a picture of another world faintly appeared in his mind.

Continue to scroll through the messages in the contest notifications.

In the back, there are several photographs of the Benilang headland.

It is a small peninsula surrounded by the sea on three sides, and the southern end is separated from the city's botanical garden and government buildings.

On this peninsula there is an old tram factory, which is planned to be demolished when the opera house is built.

Enlarge the photo and look at it carefully for a long time.

His body shook suddenly, and he finally determined that this competition was actually connected to a great building in another world!

Some say the building is a white sail that sails out into the wind, some say it's an open Baker...

It is the soul of a city, the pride of a country, the representative of a continent, and its appearance makes a city famous and the world!

No matter what words are used to praise it, it is not an exaggeration.

In some ways, its influence is even greater than the glass pyramid in front of the Louvre!

Jutong's breathing became a little short, and the information about the opera house in the other world kept coming to her mind.

The reason he didn't recognize it at first was because the building was too brilliant for anyone to associate with an underappreciated competition.

And the city of Sydney in that world was known to the world early on because of that opera house, but the city of Sydney in this world is just a capital of many Australian continents!

"What's wrong?"

Juntong's movement woke up Banxia, who was leaning on him, Banxia rubbed his eyes, stretched out his head to look at his phone, and asked.

"Nothing, I saw a news of a competition."

Jue Tong answered.

"What makes you so excited about a competition?"

Banxia looked at the page on her mobile phone and felt that this project might be a big project for ordinary designers, but it should be just a very inconspicuous small project for Juetong, who presided over the Grand Louvre project and published the five points of the new building.

She looked at Jutong with some confusion.

"Don't underestimate it, it will shock the world."

Jue Tong didn't explain much, only said softly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the boarding radio in the airport began to broadcast.

"Let's go, it's time to board."

Soon, the flight to the capital took off.

At this time, in Sydney, New South Wales, Australia, which she mentioned earlier, there were some complaints among the jury of the opera house design competition.

At the conference table, the Finnish designer Elo. Saarinen asked:

"Is there a new plan to send?"

"Mr. Sha Lining, these are all the plans."

Someone at the conference table quickly answered.

"As I said last time, an invitation was sent out to the rest of the up-and-coming designers, did anyone respond?"

Saarinen was silent, he paused and asked.

"Back to sir, except for those few, the rest of the designers politely rejected us..."

The answer was a young man in a suit, who was a little reluctant to speak.

"Rodney, is there anything you'd like to say?"

Sha Lining nodded in understanding, his brows furrowed, and then he looked at the young man and asked.

"With all due respect, sir, neither the prize money nor the importance we received in this competition will attract those famous designers."

"In fact, we didn't expect to have a few budding designers to deliver their solutions."

Rodney's words fell, and the atmosphere in the jury sank suddenly.

This was a big part of the jury's annoyance, and even the prize money they offered to the winners of the competition was only £5,000.

Even the last designer on the up-and-coming list costs much more than that.

Sha Lining was silent for a long time, then looked up at the judges, and said in a deep voice:

"The deadline is running out."

"But now there is still no most suitable plan, and now we start with a type of plan to re-screen and score."

"If there is no new proposal to replace it by the deadline, then the winner is the one with the highest score."

The voice fell, and more than a dozen judges took action together.

The Finnish designer, who presided over the jury, Sha Lining, stood up from the conference table, he sighed and felt a little unwilling, but there was nothing he could do.

He also made an effort, knowing that it would never be possible to attract submissions from newcomers, so he and the jury screened out many up-and-coming designers who had no plans in the near future and tried to invite them.

But even among these people, only a few people at the bottom of the rankings agreed, but judging from the plan they sent, it was obvious that they didn't pay too much attention.

"It would be great if there was a master who could deliver a plan that shocked the world."

Sha Lining was a little conjectural.

If this is the case, maybe he, the designer who presided over the jury, will be able to go down in history.

"Forget it, let's go and screen the submitted plans again, I hope there are excellent works that you missed."

Sha Lining burst out laughing and shook his head.