National Treasure Artist

Chapter 235 I'm Sorry, We Are Not Accepting Interviews (Please Subscribe)

Facing the questions from the reporters, several wealthy gentlemen looked at each other.

They understand the thoughts of the reporters, or before that, no one in Barcelona had the slightest doubt about the design competition.

They were dumbfounded, but they were not prepared to reveal the result directly. This was a disrespect to the three masters.

"As you said, the design this time has really produced works that amazed us."

With a smile on his face, a middle-aged rich man nodded slightly, and answered the reporter's question.

"Ladies and gentlemen."

"Barcelona will have three world-class landmark buildings in the near future, which belong to the city of Barcelona alone, and will bring romance and dreams to the city."

A younger, very outstanding up-and-coming star in Barcelona has a slightly mysterious tone mixed with longing.

Among the three tycoons who stopped, the last one was slightly fatter, like a Maitreya Buddha, he also answered a certain question from the reporter.

"This gentleman, Designer Bai."

It's just that the look is a little weird, and a little meaningful: "It's fine now."

"Yeah very good!"

It seemed that the tone was not strong enough, he paused, and repeated again.

The words of the three rich men obviously satisfied the reporters in the audience.

Wherever they looked, the faces of all the reporters became more excited. They communicated with each other with their eyes, and they consciously heard the hidden meaning in the words of the rich!

"Sure enough!"

"The designer Bai Gongtong from China has lost face in Barcelona this time!"

"What a joke!"

"Master Berg, Master Mario, and Master Dali must have made another masterpiece!"

Thinking about it, the reporters became even more crowded.

The microphone moved closer, and the questions were thrown out cracklingly.

But the three rich men didn't answer any more, they just waved their hands and left on their own.

"May I ask, Mr. Guell, what kind of works can attract the attention of everyone including you?"

"It is the culmination of Barcelona's development from the time of the Great Expansion to the present day, responding to its surroundings and our history."

"Ms. Shirley, Designer White"

"Mr. Guell, do you also think that Gongtong Bai's actions this time are too reckless?"

More and more people came out, facing the reporters' questions, most of them did not choose to respond, even if they answered a few or two sentences, they only praised the selected works in the mansion.

In fact, it is really not suitable for them to announce the result of this event. Even if Bai Gongtong won the championship, this does not affect the prestige of the three classical masters.

The design works of the masters this time can be regarded as excellent in any place, even leaving aside the local factors of Barcelona, ​​the works of the masters and Baitongtong are actually almost the same.

But when you add this land, add its history, culture, and connotation, then the latter works will undoubtedly become the most suitable option.

The repeated praises of the works by the rich made all the reporters go astray completely.

They only thought that the three classical masters made classic designs together, and they didn't even consider the possibility of another opposition.

Gradually no one came out of the mansion, but the reporters had no intention of leaving, and none of the protagonists of this design competition appeared.

While waiting, a reporter started to edit the content ahead of time. The content was naturally admiration for the three classical masters, and a naked mockery of Bai Gongtong.

Suddenly, the 'click' sound suddenly sounded.

In the distance, the door of the mansion was pushed open again.

The reporters raised their heads in response, and when they saw the people coming out, they were shocked immediately.

"It's Master Berg!"

"Master Mario!"

"Master Dali is out!"

The three veteran masters walked out side by side, they didn't look surprised, they only talked to each other softly.

Outside the mansion, the three masters were surrounded by many reporters.

Excited, revered, sought after, and enthusiastically looked at the masters.

"Master Berg, thank you for your works for Barcelona!"

"Master Mario, I look forward to the completion of your design!"

"Master Dali, do you think this work in Barcelona is a culmination of your level?"

"On behalf of Barcelona, ​​we pay tribute to the three masters!"

Enthusiastic faces and undisguised gratitude rang out in the ears of the three masters one after another.

The three of them were just slightly taken aback, and the question circled in their hearts, and they immediately guessed the reason.

Thinking about it this way, the masters felt a little embarrassed in their rather open hearts.

Ragnar Osterberg, Mario, and Salvador Dali looked at each other with wry smiles on their faces.

Mario is a master of French classicism. He has a staid personality and is the most straightforward. He looked at the reporters and coughed lightly. Then, under the attention of the reporters, he took the lead in saying:

"Designer Bai's work this time is very good."

The first words fell.

The reporters had bright smiles on their faces, and secretly admired in their hearts, "Look, all of you look, this is the bearing of a master!"

"I fully understand and agree with the Duke of Guill's final choice."

Master Mario followed and said again.

After these words fell, the reporters were a little unresponsive at the beginning, and their bodies froze suddenly while chewing and praising.

Eyes widened, a terrifying thought emerged.

"I like Designer Bai's work very much."

Salvador Dali, a leading architect and impressionist painter, nodded slightly. He said behind Mario, "I hope to have more exchanges with Designer Bai."

Dali also said two sentences, and closed his mouth after two sentences.

Looking at the reporters, one by one seemed to have seen God, and they stared at the last romantic master in a daze.

A rich man once praised it before, and the works of the master brought romance and dreams to this city!
A rich man once said before that Designer Bai is very good now
wait, good? !

Does it mean that it is really good? !

Ragnar Osterberg was a little moved by the peaceful gentleman's posture. He looked at the reporters and said slowly:
"Please allow me to express my sincerest apology for my contempt to the white designer!"

Master Berg's voice was neither high nor low, he only said this sentence and then walked away with Mario and Dali.

Behind them, dozens of reporters felt as if they had been struck by lightning, their whole bodies trembled suddenly, and the last words of the three masters kept echoing in their minds.

"Master Mario, what did he say?"

"I fully understand and agree with the Duke of Guill's final choice."

"Master Dali, what did he say?"

"I hope to have more exchanges with Designer Bai."

"Master Berg, what did he say!"

"Please allow me to express my sincerest apology for my contempt to the white designer!"

"Fuck!"

"Oh my God!"

"What does it mean?"

"I don't quite understand it."

"Please tell me it's not what I thought it was!"

"Crazy, this world must be crazy!"

The door of the mansion was pushed open again, and a slight movement woke up the reporters.

A pair of eyes looked at the past in unison.

I saw that Davidia involucrata was sent away like a star by the Duke of Güell, the Miras, and Mr. Batllo.

Su Mu, Ban Xia, Adrian Smith and Masayuki Kurokawa followed with a smile on their faces.

When they saw the stunned reporters at the door, they all held their heads high and walked up and down.

Before Bai Gongtong and the others walked out, the reporters seemed to have forgotten the rules and rushed in one by one, as if they were about to kneel on the ground.

The microphone was pointed at Bai Gongtong and his party, the camera shutter button was pressed continuously, and questions were thrown out continuously.

"Sorry, we are temporarily not accepting interviews."

Bai Gongtong looked at her face flushed, and the reporters blinked as if seeing God, and only left a sentence lightly.

　Writing a book is a process of cultivating the mind, wandering in countless times of wanting to be a eunuch and finishing the book ahead of schedule!thank you all!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)