National Treasure Artist

Chapter 226 Guys Without Eyesight (Please Subscribe)

Before the completion of the national pavilion, before the opening of the World Expo, at least enough influence should be rolled up in Barcelona, ​​the inner area of ​​this classical genre.

This is the idea that Bai Gongtong made up in his heart.

But how to achieve this goal is both easy and difficult for him.

Easier is easier In this city, this city is not any other city, it is Barcelona, ​​the fairy tale kingdom that belongs to Antonio Gaudí!It belongs to Antonio Gaudi's city!
In Barcelona in another world, even the four banner masters of the modernist school are far inferior to Gaudí's influence in Barcelona.

Master Gaudi is a very wonderful master. He has a great reputation in the world, but he has almost never left Barcelona.

All his works are rooted in this land, and every treasure he left behind is completely evolved from the native of Barcelona, ​​which is the most suitable work for Barcelona.

Even in this world of parallel time and space, this point is still beyond doubt.

As long as Bai Gongtong presents the works of Gaudí, it will become popular in Barcelona in the shortest time. The high society and fashionable rich people will pursue Bai Gongtong as crazy as Antonio Gaudí in another world.

The difficulty lies in the lack of the right time and the right place.

He needs to receive a design invitation, and he needs to have an explosive topic!
That's why he came to the Güell Family Castle to attend the party this time.

The long red carpet in front of the castle extends from the inside of the building to the outside of the garden. The courtyard is full of flowers and bright lights.

The polite and extraordinary guests talked and shuttled from time to time.

Many reporters were waiting in front of the castle early, holding the camera and pressing the shutter button continuously.

"Mr. Eusebio Guell."

"Mr. Carlo Mira, Mr. Bartello"

The names of one of the wealthiest families in Barcelona were murmured out.

"Designer Bai, why don't you bring Miss Xu tonight?"

"Stop talking, get on the red carpet right away."

"You said that when I face the reporters' cameras later, should I be aloof or gentle?"

"How can I look better with a smile?"

In front of the door, Bai Gongtong and Adrian Smith were wearing straight evening gowns, pacing and walking, and there was a whispered conversation when they were about to step on the red carpet.

Soon, the two walked into the long blanket with their heads held high and smiles on their faces.

Gongtong and Adrian Smith were about to look in the direction of the reporters, and were about to stop slightly to give the reporters time to take pictures. Unexpectedly, they only saw the reporters showing surprise on their faces, but their eyes were aligned. Shushu looked at the position not far behind them.

"It's Master Ragnar Osterberg's team!"

A reporter let out a low cry, and his feet moved immediately.

"Master Mario, Master Berg, and Master Salvador Dali should have come together."

"Let's go!"

"walk around"

"We'll follow too!"

Only a gust of wind blew by, and none of the reporters in the audience ran away.

Seeing this, Bai Gongtong and Adrian Smith's mouths twitched slightly, and their eyes glanced behind them.

They saw a convoy of eight luxury cars coming to a stop, the doors were opened, and an elderly man with extraordinary bearing stepped out of the car.
Everyone looked at the elders, and the guests approached to say hello or bowed slightly with respectful smiles.

The cameras in the hands of the reporters desperately pressed and took pictures, as if they didn't want to hand in the paper.

"whispering sound"

Bai Gongtong grumbled.

"Let's go faster."

He took a step forward, and at the same time made a sound in Adrian Smith's ear.

The two hurried on the red carpet, looking a little embarrassed.

Several guests noticed the two of them, couldn't help pointing and pointing amusedly, and said a few casual words in their mouths.

Three cars got off the three masters. The masters were surrounded by members of the Güell family and wealthy people from the upper class of Barcelona. After a few words, the masters stretched out their hands and invited them into the castle.

Mario, the most burly French classical master among the masters, glanced at the door, and happened to see the back of Bai Gongtong entering the castle.

He frowned immediately, as if he felt familiar, and he was a little surprised and uncertain.

"Master Mario, please."

Master Ragnar Osterberg, with a gray beard and gentle complexion, even though he was old and still somewhat romantic, invited Mario.

Mario withdrew his thoughts and nodded slightly.

Then, I saw three veteran masters walking side by side on the red carpet, and all eyes of the audience were on them.

The three masters are not only sought after by Barcelona's upper class, but also have indescribable attention among ordinary residents.

The interior of the castle is extremely luxurious, resplendent and resplendent, rich and famous ladies chat with each other with a smile on their faces, stop and walk lightly from time to time
When the masters walked in, the party officially began.

Ragnar Osterberg, Mario, and Salvador, each of them is the absolute focus, surrounded by rich people.

In the corner, Davidia involucrata and Adrian Smith were holding goblets, blinking their eyes and looking at the three places just a few steps away from them. The places were lively and bright, and there were occasional laughter.

In comparison, the treatment of the two is really sad.

"whispering sound"

Gong Tong curled her lips, and muttered again: "I'm not envious."

"Humph"

After saying that, her nose wrinkled, and Gongtong snorted softly, and said brokenly: "These guys have no eyesight."

Adrian Smith saw the movements, expressions and whispers of Davidia involucrata, who smiled amusedly.

He was already prepared for this scene tonight. He sighed softly and said, "We modernists are not loved by these western high society rich people."

"They reprimand and despise modernist design for having no heritage and no culture."

"They just love these long, historical genres."

Gongtong listened and nodded to express her understanding.

The party continued, the atmosphere of the scene became better and better, and the smiles in the crowd continued.

Davidia Davidson and Adrian Smith stood in the corner quietly watching the scene.

But no one came to greet the two of them at all, maybe they just didn't care when they saw only two young people.

Adrian Smith hesitated to speak several times. He wanted to ask Bai Gongtong's specific intentions tonight, but Bai Gongtong waved his hand every time to stop him.

Bai Gongtong was just concentrating, her black and white eyes kept falling on the masters.

Finally, a sudden change happened halfway through the night!
All I saw was that Mr. Carlo Mira, who had a very deep prestige in the high society in Barcelona, ​​walked in front of Master Ragnar Osterberg, and bowed to the master very formally and seriously.

The eyes of the audience were focused on Carlo Mira and Ragnar Osterberger. There were no whispers during the party, only melodious music.

The rich and famous ladies waited curiously for the next article.

"coming."

In the corner, Bai Gongtong's eyes lit up, and she thought to herself.

(End of this chapter)