National Treasure Artist

Chapter 182 The Prime Minister Was Alarmed

The dark-skinned old man is the elder of this indigenous tribe, and has a very high prestige among the tribe.

He walked around the house several times in a row, followed by a serious face, and immediately called the clansmen.

More and more aborigines gathered, and within ten minutes, there were already dozens of people in the house.

The old man looked solemn, and his thin body revealed majesty. He told the crowd and pointed out the pictures in the computer.

The atmosphere in the room rose at a speed visible to the naked eye. Everyone's eyes widened and their breathing became rapid.

As a result, these aborigines, who are often at the bottom of Australia, exploded with unimaginable power.

They actually contacted the high-level executives of the radio station, and asked the presenter to repeat all Bai Gongtong's words word for word.

Then, all the aborigines stood in front of the tape recorder and listened nervously and carefully to every word. Beside them, there were young people who were responsible for constantly updating the network information and examining every photo sent from the scene.

Everyone kept quiet, as if their breathing was so clear.

Bai Gongtong didn't know the reaction of the natives in the shanty town.

In the auditorium, he was standing on the podium, and the pictures were explained and analyzed page by page.

The plan, which is like a work of art, gradually attracted the reporters in the corridor on the second floor, and there were constant praises and exclamations.

In the judges' seat, the masters of the classical genre seemed indifferent to such a perfect work and listened to the uproar around them. They seemed to have a heart like the sea, and they always had a faint smile on their faces.

The two masters of the island country kept shaking their heads and expressing emotion.

"I met an old man after I came to Sydney."

After explaining almost all the details and designs, Gong Tong looked up at the judges and said:
"He told me that this headland is a place where fresh water and sea water meet, and it is the water of wisdom."

"He told me that there is another name for this headland called Tubowgule!"

Gongtong's words gradually became higher, and her expression became sacred unconsciously.

His state made the three proud sons of heaven, the masters, the reporters, and everyone really not understand.

They didn't know what Bai Gongtong was trying to express, and they didn't know who the old man he was talking about was.

"The old man told me"

Davidia Davidson took a deep breath, followed by his voice in the auditorium: "This headland is the holy land of their tribe!"

'boom! '

The voice fell, and the audience was shocked.

Most of the reporters are from Sydney or at least have lived here for a long time. When Bai Gongtong said this, all of them reacted.

Tribes, tribes, doesn't this refer to the aborigines, it refers to the topic that the whole of Australia has been paying close attention to in recent years!

The masters in the jury seat frowned and were a little puzzled, and the designer Sa Lining told them the general situation at the first time.

"What does he want to do?"

Several masters looked at Davidia Davidson.

In another place, in a shantytown, a room full of indigenous people listened to the words repeated by the host.

They cheered immediately!

Their faces were flushed, they looked both excited and excited, and soon they all gathered in front of the radio, listening intently with bated breath.

In the following time, Bai Gongtong did not disappoint them.

The drawings were displayed one by one and quickly spread to the outside world.

It turns out that the square and space outside the Sydney Opera House are being filled with Davidia involucrata, incorporating the most traditional elements of the aborigines in Sydney.

This space becomes a different place, and visitors will love it because it is full of stories without losing its vitality.

The aborigines were even more ecstatic. This headland was originally their holy place and a place for gatherings. Under the transformation of Davidia involucrata, the gathering space was not only preserved, but even revealed a more sacred atmosphere.

Even the place where the bonfire was burned was specially vacated and piled up into a framework with the religion and art of the indigenous people!
"This belongs to us!"

"This belongs to us!"

The native old man was shouting.

Everyone in the house was jumping for joy.

"No one can arbitrarily deprive a sacred place of an ancient ethnic group."

In the end, I saw Gongtong standing in front of the podium, and said seriously: "The aborigines in Sydney have rock art, ground art, and many treasures."

"Then why don't we combine the opera house with these ancient arts? It can obviously give birth to a more ancient and bright charm!"

After finishing speaking, the projection behind him rotated, and the elements refined and designed by Su Mu and others began to play like a slideshow.

"In my conception, these will be engraved in different bricks in the square, and it will become mysterious stories for tourists to explore and chase!"

As soon as the words fell, Gongtong had already conquered all the reporters in the auditorium first, and the intense applause rang out desperately.

Outside the auditorium, the aborigines in the room also stood up straight and clapped their hands vigorously.

The scene seemed to be out of control, and the calm expressions of masters Marcel Nereski and Martin Klaisson disappeared, and they looked at each other, frowning.

Called the staff and gave a few instructions.

Then I heard the warning from the staff to keep everyone quiet.

"Designer Bai Gongtong."

Marcel Nereski slightly lowered his head to look at Bai Gongtong in the center of the podium, and was amazed by his talent, but then he held back his thoughts, his face was solemn, with the momentum of sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, and he shouted in a deep voice .

"I don't know how much you know about architectural structures."

he questioned.

"Know a thing or two."

Bai Gongtong looked directly at him, smiled and nodded in response.

"It seems that you are very honest."

Marcel Nereschi paused, his voice raised a little higher, as if with judgment: "Your work is really amazing."

"But do you really think it's possible to build it?"

"With all due respect, we cannot award the winner of the competition to a proposal that can only remain on paper forever."

A few words from Master Marcel made the entire auditorium quiet. The reporters looked at the judges with wide eyes, and they were in an uproar when they saw the default appearance of the other masters.

The reporter of the radio station repeated these three sentences.

The natives who were cheering in the shanty town stopped suddenly, their faces ugly.

"No, sir!"

At this time, Bai Gongtong suddenly retorted loudly: "I think it can be built, of course, it can be built without a doubt!"

"No architect can design a structure for you that belongs to it!"

Marcel Nereski had a sneer on his face.

The American modernist master Seamus Chwast smiled wryly and sighed. He thought that this young man with amazing talent in architectural design was equally deficient in the field of construction.

"I can!"

Facing Marcel's sarcasm, Gong Tong only took two steps forward, with an inexplicable light shining in her eyes, and responded at the same time.

When all the judges and masters heard this, not to mention the masters of the classical school, even the masters of the modern school looked at Gongtong differently.

It was an overwhelming sense.

"I only need a piece of paper, and I can sketch and design on the spot!"

"You can use computers to calculate on the spot!"

Gongtong continued to say, not leaving any way out for herself.

Off the court, the indigenous old man was keenly aware of Marcel's dislike towards Bai Gongtong, and after a little thought, he began to contact the elders of other tribes.

In recent years, the Australian government has begun to face up to the issues of indigenous peoples and gradually endow them with equal rights.

They were used to cowardice, and never thought of resisting, but now, this elder has made up his mind!
No one expected that soon after, the Prime Minister of New South Wales was alarmed!

(End of this chapter)