National Treasure Artist

Chapter 175 Go! go! go!

The time is 10:[-] in the morning, and there are still [-] minutes left before the official deadline of the competition.

Reporters gathered in the lobby of the N·S·W Museum of Art in Sydney.

At this moment, news broke out and was constantly being circulated among reporters.

"The designer Bai Gongtong from China has not yet submitted the proposal!"

"Is the designer Bai Gongtong ready to abstain?"

"It seems so, but don't forget that it was because designer Bai Gongtong announced his participation that this little-known competition attracted attention."

"But now, the most talented designers of all genres have entered the competition, and the masters have also come, so he abstained!"

"Haha, what a joke, what a slap in the face!"

"This is great news! The leader of China's young designers got cold feet!"

"Quick, let the news out!"

The lounge inside the N·S·W Art Museum, where the masters who re-formed the jury are all in it.

A staff member knocked on the door and approached. Designer Sha Lining, the former host and judge, went up to him and listened attentively. Soon, he frowned slightly.

"Masters, there is news from the staff."

Sa Lining walked up to the six masters, bowed slightly, and then said in a deep voice: "The Bai Gongtong designer team is temporarily unavailable."

"They had contacted the Westin Hotel and learned that Bai Gongtong's designers refused to be disturbed by anyone."

After the words fell, several masters stared at each other with different expressions.

"Are you ready to abstain?"

Martin Clayson asked.

"Maybe yes sir."

Sa Lining was a little hesitant, hesitating.

"How can you make such a move as a white designer!"

Kisho Kurokawa, the world-class master of the island nation, frowned, and reprimanded in his words.

Masters reacted differently to this, ranging from angry to indifferent to contemptuous.
The two masters of the modern school took a meaningful look at President Mason who came here specially. It is hard for anyone to imagine how much the president of the American Branch of the Architects Association attaches importance to Bai Gongtong.

I pushed away a lot of work, just to meet this oriental designer, and even intentionally asked him to host the American Pavilion at the Barcelona Expo in the near future.

"Young people are always unstable, how can they take too much responsibility."

"No matter how amazing it is, it's just a flash."

"It is us who promote the development of modernism, carry the banner, and move forward."

Sensing this look, President Mason's face turned ugly, and he didn't want to believe this scene.

"Everyone, the deadline has not yet come."

Mason chose to trust again, only listening to his affirmation.

"Then we'll wait for him for another four or ten minutes!"

A master chuckled and shook his head.

In the outside world, the news spread in various design circles, causing heated discussions.

Designers of various classical schools in Europe gloated, and they left messages:

"There is an old saying in China, know the current affairs, know how to advance and retreat, and be kind to yourself. The designer of Davidia involucrata is a wonderful person!"

"I guess, he must know that he is destined to be sniped by Miss Kelly Nereski, so he just found an excuse to quit the competition."

"A coward, a coward!"

"What qualifications does such a person have to criticize classical genres? He is a disgrace to modernist designers!"

"Miss Kelly will prove to everyone who is the leader of young designers in this world."

American modernist designers were in an uproar, and Bai Gongtong had a very high status among modernist designers.

"Impossible. Designer Bai Gongtong is a future master in the field of modernism, and he will never run away!"

"Yes, something must have happened."

"Are there any friends at the scene? Tell me about the situation!"

"I don't believe that the designer Bai Gongtong is just a shining meteor. Whether it is the five points of new architecture or the ten principles of aesthetics, it cannot be made by talent alone."

"Designer Bai Gongtong, please don't give up, come on!"

It was just dawn in the island country at about five o'clock in the morning.

Many designers who stayed up all night, or deliberately woke up early, took note of the rumors.

Their reaction was very calm, but their words became more and more contemptuous, and they said bluntly:
"That's to be expected."

"The designer Bai Gongtong must have been intimidated by the designer Kurokawa Masayuki. He was afraid and dared not fight against him."

"It is indeed a rare young leader in our island country in a century."

"The design of the island country style will be popular in the world and become the mainstream!"

It is three or four o'clock at night in China, and the number of followers is still the least. Some people pay attention, but the discussion has not yet formed a group. Only a few people are sweating for Bai Gongtong.

In a studio at the Westin Hotel in Sydney.

Everyone was busy, only the rustling sound of brush strokes and paper.

The change appeared suddenly, someone stopped writing, and the silent room was suddenly broken by a loud voice.

"The refined design of the stone murals is complete!"

Fatty Su Mu rubbed his eyes, his hair was greasy, he raised his head and said loudly.

"The refined design of sandstone painting elements is completed!"

Zuo Chao and Chen Lin shouted at the same time.

"The bark painting of the Mengchuang period is completed!"

Qianhe and Guangbai responded closely.

Everyone looked at each other, but found that even though they hadn't slept for nearly 48 hours, they were extremely excited at this time.

Their eyes are bright and their faces are ruddy.

"My Sydney Opera House is finished."

Beside the window sash, Ban Xia's gentle voice reached everyone's ears.

They turned their heads together and saw a white sailboat floating on the ocean on the easel. The curved surface of the white sail reflected the natural beauty of changing light and shadow.
In the picture, you can see the Harbor Bridge not far away. The undulating shape of the building shell perfectly echoes the shape of the bridge. These two huge volumes reconstruct the best view of the city together.

In the early morning sunshine, the sea water seems to reflect the morning light and sparkle, and the whole picture is full of romanticism!
"Miss Banxia, ​​so beautiful!"

Qianhe gave a thumbs up and said with a bright smile.

"Let's sort out our respective drawings first, and time is running out."

Ban Xia nodded with a smile, glanced at his watch, and ordered.

"understand!"

"Haha, I don't know what happened to the boss."

"Quick! Quick! Pack it up!"

"exciting"

Soon, everything was cleaned up and stored in order, and everyone stood outside the door of Bai Gongtong's room.

They weren't talking, just making eye contact.

The atmosphere in the air gradually became tense.

Some people looked at their watches more frequently.

The air seems to be stagnant, and the rotation of the hour, minute, and second hands seems to be clearly transmitted to the ears.

Some people clenched their fists tightly, and their nails even dug into the flesh.

The big guy stared at the door without blinking.

crunch
They didn't keep them waiting for a long time, they only heard a creaking sound, and everyone suddenly trembled, their hearts hung up.

"Yo, is this the fault of me?"

Followed by a slightly teasing voice.

The figure of Bai Gongtong appeared in front of them.

"There is less than half an hour left, buddy, my kung fu of stepping on the spot has improved again."

Gong Tong looked at his watch and smiled lightly.

"Brothers, copy the guys, let's go!"

Holding the rolled blueprint in his hand, Gongtong paced around, only to see him waving his hand and shouting loudly.

Behind him, Qianhe, Su Mu, Chen Lin, Banxia, ​​Guangbai, and Zuo Chao put their hearts down and showed big smiles.

Soon, three cars drove out of the hotel's garage.

"go! go! go!"

The sound of the engine roared, and Su Mu excitedly shouted.

(End of this chapter)