National Treasure Artist

Chapter 194 God-making Movement (Subscribe)

All the designers, experts and scholars in the banquet hall were still in a daze, looking at each other with wide eyes.

Among them, several chief engineers and professors who were determined to win the award were even more angry and suppressed.

The atmosphere of the party was very dull, and no one was in the mood to pay attention to what the host was saying in the lecture hall. Until the final stage, the host announced loudly:

"I invite Mr. Mo to come on stage!"

Only then did the crowd come back to their senses, and although they were still sullen, they applauded to show their respect.

This is the finale event tonight, with a lecture given by Mo Lao, a famous literary master.

All eyes were on the old man in Tsing Yi sitting at the table with Bai Gongtong in the front row, waiting for him to come on stage.

Unexpectedly, things seem to have changed.

I saw Mr. Mo beckoning to the host, who immediately trotted towards him.

Mo Lao took the microphone in the host's hand and turned around to face the crowd. His face was rosy and his eyes were bright:

"Thank you for your attention."

The old man bowed seriously, and his slightly hoarse voice echoed in the banquet hall.

Surrounded by the gray-haired veterans in the front row, and the mainstays in the middle and back, they didn't know what happened and paid attention.

"I really can't afford tonight's lecture!"

"But there is a more suitable candidate than the old man!"

When everyone heard the words, the whole audience was in an uproar.

Mo Lao's prestige, qualifications, and even honor in the country belong to the most profound person. If he can't afford it, who can afford it?
Could it be referring to Mr. Wu?
Or is it Old Lan or Old Xue?
While thinking, his eyes turned to the other three old people.

Everyone noticed that the three of them, Wu and Lao, seemed surprisingly unified in their reactions, with expectations and faint smiles on their faces.

Regarding the wait-and-see of the crowd, the three old men only shook their heads slightly to express their denial.

In this entire banquet hall, all the designers, experts and scholars, old and young, have no more status and achievements than the four elders.

Even beside them, the elders of similar age and seniority are slightly inferior.

A pair of eyes looked around, and all of them focused on Mo Lao.

At this moment, the big guy even forgot the anger about the award.

Bai Gongtong, who sat at the same table as Mo Lao and opposite him, was also a little curious and guessed in his heart.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Mo Lao suddenly lowered his head, and his eyes fell directly on him.

Mo Lao's eyes are very gentle, and the depths of his eyes are encouraging and encouraging.

Mo Lao's actions made everyone who was paying attention to him suddenly suspend their hearts, their eyes widened, and their faces showed even more panic.

A terrible answer could not help but emerge in their hearts.

Next to Mr. Mo, Mr. Xue, Mr. Wu, and Mr. Lan followed closely and made the same movement. They looked at Bai Gongtong one after another, and they were also encouraged!

Seeing this, Bai Gongtong blinked her eyes, a little unresponsive.

The scalps of the chief engineers, experts and scholars in the room were about to explode, and even they couldn't help but swear in their hearts:

"I rely on!"

"Didn't you still feel dissatisfied and angry with him before?"

"Are you kidding us?"

"Tonight we are all here as a foil, to witness the radiance of Davidia involucrata?"

"Is this a decision made by the Architects Association or the Ministry of Housing and Urban-Rural Development? Do you want to make Bai Gongtong a god?"

Frightened, all kinds of chaotic thoughts in my mind.

"Designer Bai Gongtong."

Only Mo Lao said in a deep voice: "I want to invite you to complete tonight's lecture on my behalf. I wonder if it is possible?"

Everyone looked at Bai Gongtong in a daze, and at the young man who was about the same age as their son, with complex expressions, including envy, jealousy, anger, and dissatisfaction.
"I don't know what the subject of the lecture is?"

Gongtong's face was calm, he thought about it and then asked.

Faced with Bai Gongtong's question, Mr. Wu had not had time to answer, President Xue beside him continued:
"You just talk about the future of Chinese construction roads!"

Not knowing if it was an illusion, Gong Tong heard a clang in President Xue's voice.

"it is good!"

Under the attention of the whole audience, Bai Gongtong was only seen earnestly sweeping across the faces of Mr. Wu, Mr. Lan, Mr. Xue, and Mr. Mo, and then he opened his mouth with high spirits, and then he stood up and responded at the same time. .

Gong Tong took the microphone handed by Mr. Mo and strode towards the podium.

His back is imprinted in the eyes of the four old people, in the eyes of all the designers of the older generation, and in the eyes of the middle-aged designers who are dissatisfied and angry.

"crazy!"

"I think they are all crazy!"

"Even if we want to create gods, we can't ignore our feelings like this."

"The future of China's architectural road is the road explored by generations of our designers. What can a young man with no hair grow know?"

"In my opinion, from this session onwards, the exploration and awards of the China Architecture Art Forum no longer have such a lofty status in the hearts of domestic designers!"

"No matter what, I will not recognize the three awards of this year's Chinese architectural art!"

His eyes were fixed on Bai Gongtong in front of the stage.

There was a moderate light from the follow spot light covering it. The young man was holding the podium with his hands, his face was calm and his eyes were indifferent.

The atmosphere in the venue was hot, but when the news came out, the designer forum was completely dumb.

It took a long time to make a sensation.

"Designer Bai Gongtong will give a lecture instead of Mr. Mo!"

"Designer Bai Gongtong will give a lecture titled - The Future of Chinese Architecture."

"Comrades, let us witness the birth of the God-man!"

"Tonight's party is a god-making party, and it is destined to officially push designer Bai Gongtong to the altar."

"No, it's not to push Bai Gongtong to the altar, but the domestic design circle needs a god!"

"It really broke through the limit of my imagination time and time again. The rise of Bai Gongtong designer is too fast, which has never appeared in the whole history."

"Think about my age as Baishen, but I'm still just a hard-working drawing dog. Who knows the pain in my heart?"

In Bai Gongtong's studio, the big guys are scattered in the lobby on the first floor, either reading, chatting, or thinking.

"Our boss has won a prize!"

Su Mu shouted excitedly.

But when the voice fell, no one answered.

"Our boss has won another prize!"

Su Mu shouted again.

Everyone's reaction remained the same.

"Our boss has wrapped up all the awards!"

"Our boss is about to give a lecture!"

Su Mu shouted again and again.

"Brother Fat, don't make such a fuss, it will make you look like you have never seen the world."

Finally someone answered, it was Qianhe, the little girl was busy with work, and said, "That's Brother Tong!"

Pinellia, Jingmo, Zuo Chao, Sister Qian
Everyone didn't look up, but there was a smile on the corners of their mouths at the same time.

The news spread to the design and art dormitory building, and all the students in the dormitory building were already hoarse!
(End of this chapter)