National Treasure Artist

Chapter 162 Yo, is this waiting for me?
Space, sunshine and freedom are the most impressive things about Sydney.

On Bondi Beach, the sea water kept beating against the shore, and seagulls spread their wings across the water in the distance.

The wild beach far away from the tourists was full of laughter. Fatty Sumu, Chen Lin, Zuo Chao, and everyone else put on colorful beach shorts or swimsuits.

Play in the water, play on the beach
The demure person holds a parasol and lies comfortably on the fine sand; Banxia sits on a horse, with an easel in front of him, holding a flat-head watercolor brush in his hand, and the dreamy colors flow between the strokes
Davidia involucrata sat in one place, like an immature child playing with the sand, he stretched out his fingers to draw in the sand from time to time, erased and added from time to time.
He was not annoyed when sea water spread and wiped away the drawing, he just repainted it, and flashes of inspiration kept popping up in his mind.

Layers of Bakers appear on the sand, and giant sailboats appear in the distance, either rough or quiet
When the evening approached, a call came in, it was a designer named Sa Lining from the jury.

He informed that several other designers had arrived in Sydney and asked him when it would be appropriate to have a meeting together.

Finally, set a time, two hours later, the jury will send a car to the hotel to pick up Bai Gongtong and the others.

"Guys, it's time for us to go back!"

Barefoot, Davidia Davidson walked to the middle of the beach and shouted to everyone who was still playing.

Simply changed clothes and drove back in the car.

When we returned to the hotel, the staff of the judging committee had already been waiting. It was a very young white man. He walked back and forth in the hotel lobby a little excitedly, looking at the door from time to time.

Bai Gongtong is the idol of this staff member.

When he saw Davidia involucrata and his group, his body trembled, and he trotted closer from afar.

"Mr. Bai, hello."

"Gentlemen and ladies, excuse me."

"I'm on the jury, Rodney."

Rodney stood straight and introduced himself, and then he took the lead in reaching out and shaking hands with the Davidia involucrata.

"Hi, I'm Bai Gongtong."

Gongtong nodded and responded.

"Since you are here, let's go now."

Gongtong paused, and said.

"Let's go to the jury for a meeting."

After speaking, he turned to look at the fat man and the others, and opened his mouth to add something.

"Sir you"

Hearing Bai Gongtong's words, Rodney opened his eyes and hesitated.

He quietly looked at Bai Gongtong and the people behind him again.

It was obvious that he had just left the beach. Baitongtong was still wearing slippers, and there were even some sand between the feet of the slippers, and he was wearing floral pants and a floral shirt.
Fatty, Zuo Chao and the others were all pretty good too, with smiles on their faces and wet spots in their hair.

"Sir, this meeting is more formal, you"

Rodney hesitated and beat around the bush.

"You don't need you, we are about the same age, you can call me Davidia involucrata."

I saw Davidia involucrata laughing, stepped forward and put an arm around Rodney's neck, and said loudly: "Let's go, don't dawdle, we can't keep the proud sons of heaven waiting."

Being hugged by Davidia involucrata like this, Rodney's face flushed immediately, he swallowed back the words, and couldn't help but follow his steps forward.

The judging committee prepared two cars, carrying a group of brightly colored guys with big pants and sandals to the judging committee building.

In the conference hall of the jury building.

Three young people with different temperaments are sitting in three places. Their temperaments are particularly prominent, and they are looking at each other from a distance.

A blond girl in an elegant gown looks like a princess, with her head held high and her expression arrogant.

A tall young man with sapphire blue eyes, this young man was wearing a formal suit, with a stern and serious expression, even if he was just sitting, he couldn't help showing a little aggressiveness.

A young man of medium build with black hair, black eyes and yellow skin. This young man is exceptionally handsome. Wearing black and white clothes, he has an elegant expression, exuding a sense of nobility like a nobleman.

The three of them sat like this, and there was no sound in the conference room.

A group of judges who were not young felt inexplicably lowered their heads, and the words on their lips were swallowed back.

They secretly groaned in their hearts. Among the three proud sons, one was full of arrogance, the other exuded aggressiveness, and the third seemed peaceful but was far away thousands of miles away.

The judges looked at each other and wondered what would happen to Mr. Bai Gongtong who overwhelmed these three in the artist honor list?Is it harder to reach?Higher and higher?

At this moment, Mr. Sa Lining's cell phone vibrated, and the eyes of more than a dozen judges were all in unison.

"Mr. Bai Gongtong has arrived."

"I'll go out to meet you. You are here to entertain some gentlemen and ladies."

Salinin said in a low voice.

As soon as the voice fell, Sa Lining stood up and walked towards the door.

"gentlemen."

Suddenly, a thick shout stopped Sa Lining.

It was Adrian Smith from America, and he was looking at Saarinen.

After seeing the latter looking at him, Adrian asked, "Excuse me, is the designer Bai Gongtong here?"

At the same time, Kelly Nereski and Masayuki Kurokawa also moved their eyes to look at Sa Lining.

"Yes, sir."

An affirmative answer.

Adrian stood up abruptly, about 1.9 meters tall, and this standing was even more imposing.

"I'll go with you."

This Adrian was aggressive, with a cold and difficult expression, but when he talked about Bai Gongtong, he showed a strange respect.

For modernist architects, and even for the history of modernist architecture, Baitongtong has to be mentioned in recent months and is respected by everyone.

Facing Bai Gongtong, Adrian Smith was conflicted in his heart, admiring and respecting but a little unconvinced.

In a similar age group, there is no more prominent existence in the modern school than him.

Even Bai Gongtong cannot easily impress Adrian. The purpose of his trip is to get to know this oriental designer who has revolutionized modernism, and to know whether he is qualified to become the modernist rumored designer. Future banner.

Adrian's reaction made Sa Lining startled. The young designer has been extremely indifferent since he came to the meeting room, even when facing the other two people, he has never communicated with him.

"I'm also very interested in this Baigongtong tree."

A pleasant female voice suddenly broke in.

Kelly Nereski also stood up, and when talking about Davidia involucrata, her haughty voice was mixed with curiosity.

The opera house is the homeland of the classical genre, which is recognized by all the classical masters.

Kelly Neleski's trip was entrusted by her elders, and she shouldered the important task of sniping Bai Gongtong.

From the spread of the five points of new architecture and the ten principles of new aesthetics, although the cornerstone of the classical school is still solid, it has a tendency to waver.

If Bai Gongtong can be defeated in design works, it will undoubtedly be a great counterattack.

"Mr. Bai Gongtong has been admired by me for a long time."

The noble son of the island country, Masayuki Kurokawa stood up and nodded.

The person has not yet arrived, but the most outstanding heirs of the three major genres in the world have been attracted. Sha Lining and the judges have a better understanding of Bai Gongtong's prestige.

They were frightened, and they had extremely lofty imaginations about Bai Gongtong's image.

The three future bosses are all like this, how can the rest of the judges continue to sit down.

In front of the jury building, more than a dozen judges in formal attire were waiting, and three proud young men stood in front of everyone.

Soon, two cars drove up and stopped in front of them.

A pair of eyes fell tightly on the front and rear cars, and the atmosphere seemed to have fallen into a stagnation.

Soon, the door was opened.

The crowd watched intently.

They saw a foot in sandals stepping out first, followed by flowered pants, flowered shirts, and finally the whole person stepped out.

Everyone was shocked and thought to themselves, who is this?
Unexpectedly, the young man approached them carelessly, and waved his hand from a distance:
"Yo, so many people?"

"You're not waiting for me, are you?"

　A little Calvin, there is another chapter coming out very late
　　
　
(End of this chapter)