[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

The Earl's newly purchased mansion is located at No. 64 Rambla Street, which is a single-family villa.

At noon when the sea breeze was blowing, the carriage moved along the stone pavement of La Rambla.

On both sides of the street, many old houses are being renovated.The angle of the sun rotates slowly, and the newly laid glazed tiles on the roof shimmer like waves.

"boom!"

The entire carriage shook, as if it had been slammed by something.

"Damn it!" The coachman screamed, and the speed of the carriage dropped sharply.Joey nearly fell headfirst.

When the car came to a complete stop, the driver hurriedly turned around and said, "Miss, are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Joey grabbed the brass handle by the window, and lifted a corner of the curtain in shock. "What's wrong?"

"Some little bastards are playing football." The coachman angrily, turned his head and shouted loudly: "You bastard, play football somewhere else! This is where the cars run!"

"I'm reminding you to pay attention to safety! Don't go any further!" An immature boy replied confidently.

Joey looked out through the gap in the car curtain and saw a group of little boys in short-sleeved shorts, each running profusely with sweat, and the tips of their hair were covered with shiny beads of sweat.

The one who spoke stood at the front, and a piece of his short cropped hair was shaved off on his forehead, and he had several stitches.

He was holding a ball like a hemp ball in one hand, and the other hand was akimbo arrogantly, "The earl's house is ahead, it's very dangerous there! The roof will collapse and kill people!"

After a while, the curtain of the carriage was pulled open, revealing a girl's face in the window.

The girl with a half-veiled veil smiled kindly, and even her voice was full of sweetness coaxing a child: "Mr. Brave, thank you. What's your name?"

"I……"

It was the first time that the little boy running wildly in the street was called "Sir", and he was still such a dignified and elegant lady.He was at a loss for a moment.

But he immediately realized his gaffe.The team members are still looking at themselves!He can't lose the face of the Rambla West team.Especially don't lose face in front of the pretty sister.

So, the little man raised his chin proudly: "My name is Parker! I'm the captain of the Rambla West football team."

"Oh, so it's Mr. Parker." The girl nodded solemnly, as if she wanted to write down his name seriously, "How did you know that the roof of the Earl's House would collapse?"

Parker seriously explained: "Everyone says so! Mr. Earl let his daughter mess around and hired a young architect with no qualifications to design the roof. The roof is about to collapse before it's finished!"

"Besides, if it wasn't true, why would the city hall send people to check? They're right up front!"

……

Joey was sitting in the moving carriage, his violet eyes were downcast and his eyes were slightly cold.

The male servant sent by the earl explained the general situation to her before, which was basically the same as what the bear said.

It had only been a few weeks since Antonio had been involved in the construction of the roof of the Earl's House, and the neighbors whispered that the roof decoration, like the icing on the cake, would sooner or later collapse and hit people.

It was passed around, and I don't know which citizen who was particularly vigilant directly reported Antonio's work to the city hall.

And her unreliable architect is confronting the gentlemen of the city hall in front.

The carriage stopped at the door of the Earl's House.

When Joey got out of the car, he saw several middle-aged men in suits and leather shoes.They were all wearing large elegant leather clips, and they were standing outside the door with their heads down to record, talking and laughing from time to time, and one of them was even yawning.

The poor good old Count Guell was rubbing his hands aside, and his eyes lit up when he saw Joey coming.But before he had time to greet Joey, someone among the experts spoke.

"It does appear that there is a real possibility that the roof design may not comply with safe building codes."

The oldest gray-haired middle-aged man was business-like, "Now the construction has caused panic among the citizens, so our city hall has to accept complaints."

"Maybe?" A cold voice came, "I thought the so-called experts at the city hall could give a more convincing explanation."

Antonio stood on the steps condescendingly, his pale blue eyes almost contemptuously staring at the row of seniors who were two or three times his age.

He was wearing a thin white shirt, one sleeve button was unbuttoned, and the shirt was rolled over his arm.

Before the weather was cold, he had been wearing long sleeves.This was the first time Joey saw him showing his arms, and he realized that he looked thin, but the muscles under his shirt were smooth and powerful.

Standing there with arms crossed, coupled with cold eyebrows, it seemed like they were about to fight.

Count Guell covered his chest in pain, and whispered to Joey: "Miss Fernandez, please help me persuade him."

The middle-aged expert was clearly irritated by the scorn from the juniors. "That said, our young Mr. Architect seems to feel he has a more authoritative explanation."

"Authority is not authoritative, it's not up to you, let alone me."

Antonio's gaze became colder, "Facts will prove everything. The corner bracing I used fixed the upper flange from four angles. This is the structure used in the construction of * * *, and there has never been the problem you mentioned. Yourselves You're also an architect, so you don't even know about this, do you?"

His questioning was a bit sharp.The experts were asked to look at me and you, and finally turned their heads to look at the bearded man who was still yawning just now: "Rouse, you are an expert in this field, what do you think?"

"Huh?" Mustache was suddenly named, and coughed subconsciously, "...it's not easy to say."

Antonio immediately sneered and said, "I don't even know my major. I'm really curious how you got the title of architect."

"Pay attention to your wording!" Mustache raised his beard in anger, and said viciously: "We can prohibit you from continuing to engage in the construction industry!"

The corner of Antonio's mouth twitched, as if he heard some joke: "If the architects of the city hall are like you, then being banned from the construction industry is probably the highest compliment I can get in my career."

"You!" Mustache blushed with anger.

The gray-haired man watched coldly.Then he opened the clip and started writing on it.

"Hey? Wait," Count Guell realized that something was wrong. "He is still young and can't speak well. Please gentlemen, don't be as knowledgeable as him..."

"I'm sorry, Monsieur Count," the gray-haired man took a piece of paper out of the folder and handed it to Count Guell.

"This young man has been disqualified from working in the construction industry in Barcelona. This is the notice - the most wanted compliment of this gentleman, please accept it."

"The ruling on the design of this roof will come down in two weeks," he looked at Antonio, who suddenly tightened his lips, "but unfortunately, whether you ask for demolition or installation of supports in the end, it has nothing to do with you, architect Mister. Oh no—Mr. Former Architect."

"—or to use the professional, rigorous, and precise way you like, it should be 'Mr. Gaudí who has not succeeded in becoming an architect, and will never be an architect again'."

"Why revoke his qualifications?" A crisp voice suddenly came from the side.

He turned his head unexpectedly and found the aggressive girl next to him.

Oh, and probably another silly girl who is either fascinated by architecture or the looks of architects.

"Why? Probably because we are the construction experts of the city hall." Someone joked with a smile.

The gray-haired man also smiled: "He is not old enough, miss. This is the most direct factor. I understand your preference for some fancy styles, but architects are professions that require experience. dead person's."

"Which law stipulates the minimum age for architects to practice?" Joey didn't cooperate at all.

Just kidding, she really seriously considered returning to her old job as an architect to pay off her debts, and she specifically checked the legal provisions for this.

"Uh, this is a custom. Miss." The middle-aged man was a little displeased.

"You can do what is not prohibited by the law. I think you should understand this based on your experience." The girl was aggressive.

"...not just age. It's more than anything else that he's a major public safety hazard with his first work."

"Endangering public safety?" Joey laughed angrily.This hat is big enough, "What is the evidence? He has examples to prove the reliability of the supporting structure, and how do you prove that this roof will endanger public safety?"

"Miss, don't you think it looks like it will fall down and hit someone sooner or later? Don't you feel scared when you pass under it every day?"

"Looks?!" Joey repeated incredulously, "So, do you use the naked eye to measure and draw the house? Do you want to break it by hand to test the brittleness and plasticity of the building materials? The city hall didn't fall on you In hand, it's a miracle."

Several middle-aged men looked at each other.

Oh my God.A young child wants to design the earl's house, and a woman wants to discuss construction techniques with them.

It's been a magical day.When did Count Guell get to know so many amazing friends?

Antonio has been silent since hearing that he was disqualified from the industry.At this time, he suddenly said: "Joy, it's okay. I accept the expert's opinion."

Joey turned around in surprise.There was a sneer of disdain on the boy's face, he walked down the steps and stood beside her.

"About the ruling on the roof design, experts please give me a formal notice. I will place this important opinion on the most conspicuous height of the roof and make the best glass cover for it."

"In this way, in a few hundred years, people will see that the roof is still intact, and this ruling will definitely go down in history."

Joey: "..."

Isn't the focus now on his architectural qualifications?Why is it the roof that this scumbag is so obsessed with!

Several experts looked at each other, and finally laughed in unison.The oldest man turned to Joey, who seemed to have regarded the boy kicked out of the architect team as air.

"Since you are so confident, my dear lady," the gray-haired man took off his hat and bowed gracefully, "how about you submit a proof to us. One can prove that this roof is not Will collapse report."

The man with the moustache thought of something, and spread his hands thinking it was funny: "For example, you yourself came from hundreds of years later and saw that the roof is still alive."

"Hahahaha, that's really strong evidence!"

"Rouse, what a brilliant idea!"

Joey stared at them coldly for a while, and finally forced himself to calm down.

Don't get acquainted with them.Don't forget what the purpose of your negotiation is.

She took a deep breath and showed a decent smile: "If I submit it and it proves that there is no problem, will you revoke the decision?"

It's not that she has never studied structural mechanics.Although it is not a major subject and she relies heavily on computers and calculators, she does not think this structure is too difficult to calculate.

The gray-haired expert smiled very tactfully: "We will actively consider your proposal."

"After all, it was calculated by such a beautiful lady," several middle-aged men smiled knowingly at each other.

"If your testimonial does lead us to rescind our decision, we will definitely frame it and hang it in the center of the lobby on the building committee floor of the City Hall. Thank you for your outstanding contribution to our Barcelona architecture."