The MP retreated, on the one hand, it was Mr. Ross' pressure, on the other hand... he probably felt that this plan was in line with his aesthetic taste.

Whether it is the entrance tunnel or the suspension bridge, it has a bit of a prestige. In addition, the art gallery itself uses the sloping roof structure.

The geometric roofs are perfectly matched with the surrounding mountains and trees, as if they are a whole.

It can be said that after solving the shortcomings of the distance, Baiye's design fully utilized the advantages of the mountain-shaped terrain and perfectly displayed the structure of the art museum.

For a group of congressmen, even if they themselves are not so familiar with the art of architecture. However, as long as the aesthetics are normal, it is not difficult to draw conclusions.

Baiye's plan undoubtedly has more artistic beauty.

Some MPs wavered, even if they knew that if they supported Baiye's plan, they would definitely have to increase their budget.

The problem is, Mr. Ross's words are so attractive.

A unique art museum, even if it is not unique in the world, is unparalleled in Australia. Once the art museum is completed, it will definitely be a great political achievement and will benefit everyone.

They had opposed it before, but they felt that this matter was only good for Mr. Ross, but they had to take risks. But now, the plan has changed and has become a project with equal benefits.

Then a group of congressmen will naturally have new ideas in their minds.

For a moment, everyone's eyes flashed and the venue was in a strange atmosphere.

"Huh!"

Unpredictable, someone broke the silence, "Where is Alberton?"

who?

Everyone looked around and found that Alberton was missing. There was no sign of him in the crowd. Is this going to the bathroom?

Several people looked at each other and suddenly had a bad premonition.

"……Ha ha!"

After a moment of silence, Mr. Ross suddenly laughed, "That guy is so smart. He knows that his plan is not as good as others, so he sneaked away."

What?

True or fake?

The others were stunned and looked at each other. But in their hearts, they also felt that Mr. Ross's words should be true.

After all, there was no vote yet, but Alberton disappeared.

what does that mean?

Even he himself felt that his plan could not win, so he gave up on his struggle and was afraid of being humiliated, so he simply left.

If that's the case...

Then everyone doesn't have to hesitate.

The eyes of a group of congressmen gradually became firmer.

"Who said I'm leaving?"

Unpredictable, Alberton strode back from outside. Maybe he really went to wash his hands or wash his face. Anyway, he exuded an upbeat momentum. If his face was not so gloomy, his image would be positive.

Unlike now, everyone feels that he is like a gambler who is already in a state of losing sight. He is furious and plans to bet on all his wealth and fight for another battle. At this point, it often means losing everything and ruining his bones.

But Alberton himself did not have this awareness. He was confused and felt that he could kill him...

Well, in fact, Alberton is unwilling to give up.

He pointed to the architectural model and said in a sharp voice: "This is an Eastern architectural pattern, which is not suitable for here at all. This is heresy."

“…”

Everyone heard the sound and was speechless.

"Amberton, have you lost your mind?"

Mr. Ross mocked him even more bluntly, "We are now discussing whose plan is better, not to provoke cultural disputes."

"I'm talking about the facts." Alberton said in a deep voice: "If you don't believe me, ask Bai Ye, what is the design philosophy of his art gallery?"

"No need..." Mr. Ross waved his hand.

However, at this time, Bai Ye said, "My design inspiration comes from an article, the Peach Blossom Land."

What?

A group of congressmen were naturally confused after listening to the translation.

In this world, even if Chinese culture is more popular in the world, even if these congressmen understand some Chinese culture, they cannot know the details and the content of the article in the Peach Blossom Land.

So Bai Ye began to explain, "The Peach Blossom Land is about the war-torn era. Many people hid in the mountains to take refuge. Then hundreds of years passed, and a fisherman accidentally broke in..."

"There is such a sentence in the article."

"There is a small mouth in the mountain, as if there is light!"

Bai Ye said slowly: "I basically followed this characteristic of the tunnel at the entrance, the steel cable bridge, and the space cutting inside the art gallery, and cleverly used the characteristics of light. I hope that when tourists who visit, when they see the end of the tunnel and the little light in the indoor space, will resonate with this involuntarily."

"This is my selfishness. In this project, the elements of the East are added, some religious, or Eastern philosophical thoughts are added, and they are finally expressed through a completely modern shape..."

Bai Ye was very calm and had no intention of hiding it.

In fact, the translator tried his best, and a group of congressmen were still ignorant. After all, they did not understand very well what the Peach Blossom Land means in the East.

Alberton may not understand, but he knew that this was a flaw.

At this moment, he grabbed the straw, overjoyed, and took the opportunity to provoke: "Gentlemen, have you heard that in the place where Western culture is prevalent, it is not that Chinese culture is not allowed to be spread, but everyone should know where the art museum is."

"You...or, can the people here accept their cultural center and become a place for the spread of Chinese civilization?"

Alberton's intention was extremely vicious. This was also a plan he had come up with when he went to the bathroom and thought about.

In fact, he succeeded.

This is a conspiracy.

Some members of the parliament were shaken again, and they felt that Alberton's words were not unreasonable. The harm of cultural invasion is undoubtedly worthy of vigilance.

However, at this time, a member of the councillor hesitated: "Maybe, this main building can be changed?"

Well, tunnels and suspension bridges can be completely unmoved. Isn’t it just like changing the structure of the art gallery to make it more Western or more international?

Hearing this, the others couldn't help but look at each other and nodded.

But Alberton wanted to vomit blood...

You traitor!

His careful provocation actually made the pig teammate easily resolve it. For a moment, he was discouraged and felt a sense of frustration that he was full of enemies on all sides, and I was killed.

"Change? Why do you need to change?"

Baiye spoke, but Alberton felt that he was in a desperate situation and rekindled hope.

Yes, as an artist, every work he creates is his own newborn son, so how can he modify it at will?

Alberton's eyes shone, and he placed his hope on Bai Ye.

"There is no need to change it."
Chapter completed!