National Treasure Artist

Chapter 228 Baitong is crazy! (seeking subscription)

The bright lights shone on Bai Gongtong's body, and his steps were unhurried, calm and calm.

Adrian Smith stared at Davidia David's back with his eyes wide open, startled by his actions, countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but he still couldn't accurately guess what the latter was going to do.

In such a happy atmosphere, the rhythmic footsteps were clearly reflected in the ears of the guests.

Everyone turned their heads to follow the voice one after another. When they saw a strange yellow-skinned young man, many of them couldn't help frowning.

They reprimanded this young man in their hearts, feeling that he was a very uneducated young man.

Duke Güell, Mr. Mira, Mr. Bartello, and the three masters were exchanging more information, and after noticing the change in their birth week, they also looked at the past.

"Designer Bai Gongtong?"

Mario, the master of French classicism, recognized the person at a glance, and he let out a low voice.

The voice is not high, but enough for the guests to hear.

But even after knowing the identity of the person who came, the expressions of these high-society rich men in Barcelona still haven't changed, and some people even have half-smiles on their faces.

Just like the United States during the birth of the Chicago School in another world, these wealthy businessmen have contempt for reinforced concrete and modernism.

What they pursue are works with connotations and elements of classicism.

"Master Mario, good evening."

Bai Gongtong heard Mario's shout, and stopped, with a slight smile on his young face, he bowed slightly, and spoke with respect.

"Master Berg, Master Dali, good evening."

Bai Gongtong walked a few steps closer, looked at the other two masters, and said respectfully.

"Mr. Duke, Mr. Mira, Mr. Batllo"

Under the gaze of everyone, he paused slightly, and saluted again.

The three masters of the classical genre who were called by Davidia Davidson nodded their respect for the former one after another, responding with the attitude of their peers.

The Duke of Güell, the rich man Mira, and Mr. Batllo only treated them out of politeness, but they didn't really care.

As for more people, they are either curious, playful, contemptuous, or watching as if they are watching a show.

"I'm sure something interesting is going to happen."

In the crowd, someone whispered, and this whisper was affirmed in the hearts of many people.

"Mr. Mira, Master Berg."

Sure enough, after the due etiquette was done, Gong Tong walked up to Mira and Ragnar Osterberg, and shouted again.

The eyes of the two looked at each other. He didn't say anything, just waiting for the follow-up. Gong Tong's eyes turned to Berg, the master of romanticism.

"Mr. Mira, Master Berg, I wonder if I can participate in the design of this house."

I saw Gongtong asking, and at the end, he added: "As another designer in charge."

The sound that was neither high nor low echoed in the banquet hall.

When everyone at the scene heard it clearly, there was an uproar in everyone's heart, but there was a chuckle after that.

This is an invitation to Master Berg to compete!
Carlo Mira was slightly stunned, and then he realized that he felt a little weird, but he didn't show it on his face.

Mr. Mira is a standard top rich man in Barcelona, ​​and he doesn't like the elements of modernist works in his heart.

He didn't want a square box house made of reinforced concrete and big glass windows.

But thinking so, Mira politely prepared to decline:

"Excuse me, I have already invited."

"of course can!"

Before he finished speaking, the gentlemanly Master Berg beside him was uncharacteristically interrupting Mira's words and giving an affirmative answer.

Every master is talented and they are never afraid of any challenge, let alone from such a young man.

In addition, Bai Gongtong is a great enemy in the hearts of classical designers, and everyone wants to compete with him head-on. This sudden incident is somewhat in line with Berg's mind.

"Thank you, Master Berg."

Carlo Mira stopped talking, and Bai Gongtong grinned when she saw this, and thanked her.

"Master Berg, I wonder what time you need?"

Bai Gongtong asked again.

"Two months is enough."

"Understood, I will also hand over the plan in two months."

After the conversation was over, Bai Gongtong did not leave. Under the gaze of everyone, he went straight to Batllo and Master Dali on the other side.

"Mr. Batllo, Master Dali, I wonder if I can participate in the design of this house?"

Under a pair of eyes, Bai Gongtong stood in front of the two, and spoke again with the same posture and tone.

If it is the first design competition, although everyone does not think that Bai Gongtong's work will be selected by them, they can still accept it.

But tens of seconds later, the second design competition that appeared made everyone present not even cover up their faces, and laughed nakedly.

Mr. Bartello's expression remained unchanged, but he just looked at Master Dali, which meant that the master made the decision.

"can."

Salvador Dali took a serious look at Bai Gongtong. In his eyes, Bai Gongtong was surprisingly young, with black and white eyes that were particularly deep, and it didn't seem like a joke.

He didn't laugh, but nodded in agreement.

"I wonder what design time you need, master?"

"It's also two months."

"Understood, I will hand over the Batllo apartment plan in two months."

Salvador Dali listened, thinking, and said kindly:
"I will hand over the plan within two months from today, and designer Bai will postpone it by two months after the fight with Berg."

"No need sir, I will submit the map with you."

Bai Gongtong did not accept this kindness, waved her hand, and said in affirmation.

After saying that, he immediately turned around and took another step under the gaze of everyone.

When the guests and even the classical masters saw the orientation of Davidia involucrata, their expressions were moved.

The guests already believed that the young modernist designer was crazy and came to make a joke, while the two masters, Berg and Dali, frowned and waited and watched.

"Mr. Duke, Master Mario, I wonder if I can participate in the design of this palace?"

Almost the same question rang out among the crowd for the third time.

Some guests in the venue burst out laughing.

The complexions of the three masters also turned ugly, thinking that Bai Gongtong was teasing them.

"Designer Bai, are you sure you're not joking?"

Mario's face was dark, and his tone was reprimanded.

"Of course!"

Dove Tong definitely answered.

"Okay, okay, I want to see how capable you are."

Mario said repeatedly.

"I also need two months, you can also hand in this time!"

Without Bai Gongtong asking, Mario spoke angrily first.

"Understood, Master Mario."

Seemingly unaware of the ridicule, Bai Gongtong agreed without hesitation.

In the corner, Adrian Smith showed horror on his face. Countless guesses had occurred in his mind, but he had never guessed such a situation.

At this moment, even he thought Designer Bai was crazy!
It's nothing to challenge the first-class classical masters. Gong Tong has done it before and won, but this time it is different. It is to compete with three masters at the same time at the same time!
"I heard that this young modernist designer is also the chief designer of the China Pavilion and the American Pavilion."

"Really? Then this time it will be an international joke."

"It may be in the arms of this young designer, who wants to use this method to become famous."

The guests whispered to each other, pointed and smiled, and discussed one after another.

(End of this chapter)