Chapter 179: Our Work Explodes (3)
The Crowpeltz Foundation was notorious for being picky when it came to judging artworks.
They chose the work based on award criteria that ordinary people had trouble understanding. As such, they would get criticized by the public often.
Fools who don’t even know what art is.
Crowpeltz smiled wryly.
“Would you like to look around more?”
Crowpeltz shook her head at her secretary’s question and replied.
“It’s rather underwhelming this year.”
There wasn’t anything that immediately caught her eye.
As I thought, it’ll have to go to Durand.
The other works weren’t even worth looking at. Crowpeltz planned to give the win to Durand like last year.
She liked this young man named Durand as the toilet that he had put up for exhibit inspired her artistic senses.