The daily life of Baiyin Dachao

artwork?

This top student in the Department of Architecture was dumbfounded.

He was not stunned by the slap, but by Old Deen's high praise.

You know, Old Deen is notoriously rigid and strict among the many professors at Gotham University.

No matter how excellent the work is, it is difficult to get praise from Professor Deen.

It was more of a disparagement, and the scolding was worse than that of a driving school instructor.

What Dern said the most was: "No one wants the toilet solution you designed after graduation because it is inconvenient!"

Praising an architectural design draft as a work of art created by God, I can’t believe it came from the mouth of old Deen.

Professor Deen didn't want to talk nonsense to them, and his eyes returned to Luo Chen's drawings again, his eyes intoxicated, immersed in the beauty of the line draft.

The students at the back were curious about what the design drawing that Professor Deen praised so much was like, so they all came forward and stretched their heads to take a look.

"Fuck! Can a human draw this?"

"The straight lines I drew with my freehand are straighter than the ones I traced with a ruler."

"It's so exquisite. Whether it's a three-dimensional view or a structural drawing, there are zero errors."

"Only Mr. Liang can compare this manuscript, right?"

"It's incredible, look at him painting with both hands at the same time!"

"It would take me four or five days to copy this manuscript. How long did it take him to draw it?"

"Which university is he a student at? Why haven't I seen him in the architecture department?"

"He looks really young and quite handsome. He should be an international student from the East."

These top students from Gotham University were amazed.

The student who was slapped by Professor Deen was still a little unconvinced.

Now that I see Luo Chen's villa architectural design, I want to slap myself in the face again.

"Finished."

Luo Chen let go of the pencil and prepared to roll up the drawing.

Professor Deen said quickly: "Classmate, which university are you a student at? Harvard? Stanford? MIT?"

"Staying at home in college." Luo Chen replied.

He turned around and found that there were people around him.

"Staying at home in college? Never heard of it..."

Professor Deen frowned. He couldn't remember where the university was at home, so he simply stopped thinking about it. His words changed: "By the way, are you drawing the design of a villa?"

"Yes."

Luo Chen stood up, picked up a stack of books, and walked towards the empty bookshelves in the construction area.

Professor Dern was anxious to follow and continued: "Are you interested in participating in the Pritzker Prize?"

"Not interested in."

Luo Chen held up the high pile of books with one hand, and picked up the books with the other hand and stuffed them into the bookshelf.

"Not... not interested?"

Professor Deen was stunned.

He said unwillingly: "The Pritzker Prize is the highest international award in the field of architecture!"

"If you are willing to form a team with me and participate in the Pritzker Prize, you will definitely win the prize. By then you will be an internationally renowned architect, with both fame and fortune."

The other students looked at each other.

This professor is so shameless.

Still form a team?

Luo Chen has designed the entire building by himself.

Professor Dehn participated and what contribution did he provide?

But they are more or less accustomed to this kind of thing.

Luo Chen, who was returning the books, stopped, turned around and asked, "Do you know about the Luban Prize?"

"I know, what's wrong?" Professor Deen asked in confusion.

"If it's the Luban Award, I can consider it, but it's impossible to form a team with you. I've done everything by myself, why do you want to come in? Why don't you just squat in the pit and not shit?"

Luo Chen said unceremoniously.

When the architecture students heard this, they were all secretly happy, shouting in their hearts: Well done!

They had never seen Professor Deen being scolded.

"you!"

"Rude!"

Professor Deen blew his beard and stared, pointing at Luo Chen, trembling with anger.

Immediately, Professor Deen sneered and said: "Your design draft has a serious and fatal flaw!"

"Fatal flaw?"

Luo Chen looked at Professor Deen doubtfully.

Can the architectural design draft deduced by his super brain still have flaws?

Professor Deen said proudly: "Your design draft is so perfect. You strive to be the best in every aspect of the villa you designed, which caused a serious problem!"

"what is the problem?"

Luo Chen asked.

Professor Deen smiled and said two words: "Cost!"

"To put it simply, although the villa you designed is good, the cost is too high. Because of this, it has become the biggest shortcoming of this plan."

"Oh……"

Luo Chen nodded in realization and smiled: "Thank you for reminding me, but the high cost may be a disadvantage for you, but not for me."

Professor Dehn turned around and asked his student: "What did he mean?"

One student accurately translated: "What he means is... poverty is your shortcoming, not his..."

"what!?"

Professor Deen was so angry that blood spurted into his skull and he almost fainted and fell to the ground.

Luo Chen finished returning the books and left the library.

He was going to the Gotham Bank in the Diamond District to exchange the US dollars, and then find a construction company to build his own villa.

After the morning's big robbery, a cordon was set up around Gotham Bank, and many people gathered around it.

Some are reporters, some are family members of the deceased, and some are just people who want to eat melons.

Luo Chen found the vice president who had just finished recording his confession.

"Hero, you are here!"

"They're looking for you!"

The vice president shouted happily.

"I'm here to ask you to exchange gold for U.S. dollars..."

The voice did not fall.

A group of reporters gathered around.

Each microphone wanted to shine directly into Luo Chen's face and make nucleic acid for him.

"Hello, I am a reporter from Metropolis' Daily Planet. Louise, can I interview you?"

"I'm a reporter from Gotham Gazette. Can you answer a few questions for me?"

"Hello sir, on behalf of Gotham Broadcasting Company, I would like to interview how you solved the robbers!"

The reporters crowded around and started asking questions.

The flashlight kept flashing.

Luo Chen's eyes swept over everyone, and finally lingered on a young and beautiful reporter.

Louise from the Daily Planet.

Isn’t that Superman Clark’s girlfriend?

Why did you run from Metropolis to Gotham City?

But Luo Chen didn't pay much attention.

Metropolis is not far from Gotham City, and with the journalist profession, it is normal to collect news everywhere.

What makes Luo Chen curious is how far Clark has grown.

Will Batman use Superman against himself?

"Sorry, I refuse to answer any questions."

Luo Chen waved his hand, and he and the vice president crossed the cordon and entered Gotham Bank.

At this time.

A reporter behind Luo Chen asked loudly: "You have killed so many gangsters, will you face criminal charges of murder?"

Luo Chen paused, turned around and asked, "You said I killed gangsters, couldn't I just defend myself?"

"But you are fully capable of subduing them and handing them over to the police for legal punishment."

"That's a good question, so next time please hold the microphone and conduct an interview with the gangster holding an automatic rifle."

"Well, I've thought about the problem for you, so I'll advise them to put down their automatic rifles and learn to be reporters like you. After all, the risk of being a gangster is too high, but to be a reporter like you, you only need to use your words and your brain. None are needed.”

After Luo Chen said a few words, he turned around and left.