[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

When Joey knocked on the door and came in, what he saw was Antonio sitting in front of the design draft as if he had lost his soul.

"What are you thinking?" She knocked on his head.

Antonio turned his head in dismay, and pointed at the design drafts in disbelief: "...I really drew this?"

Joey was confident: "Otherwise? Don't you think your manuscript has been enchanted and you can draw yourself?"

While the boy was still in a daze, she slapped him on the head again: "I'm going crazy for dragging the manuscript. Have breakfast."

She pushed aside the clutter on the workbench, and placed hot chocolate, churro churro sticks, and egg toast on the precious, forced surface.

"Meow——" Ziyawu suddenly drilled out from nowhere, and poked his wet little nose into the air tremblingly, and began to carefully identify the source of these strange scents.

Antonio was confused: "...Is wine really so magical?"

Joey picked up the hot and crispy churros and dipped them in the hot chocolate, bit the crumbs in his mouth with a "click", evoking a guilty smile - of course not.

Alcohol, a class I carcinogen, will cause sympathetic nerve excitement after quickly entering the blood, making your heart beating and your brain excited, turning you into a sand sculpture who talks about everything.It also paralyzes the central nervous system, making you slow down, hallucinating, and difficult to control your limbs precisely.

Do you really expect to create with passion through drinking?Wake up, it's 3781 years.

But of course she wouldn't say that she played the role of a script master once.

As a little fan of Gaudi, she once copied seven of his world cultural heritage works in a semester of world architectural history homework.In addition to the Sagrada Familia, her favorite is the Casa Batllo - the legend of the dragon and the princess on St. George's Day. The strange and magnificent appearance and the interior decoration of the fantasy world are combined into a fascinating and wonderful existence.

At that time, she just copied it out of love, and she never thought that she would easily win the ownership of the master's debut work after reliving her life.

Now it's all here.So Joey—without much moral struggle—decided to strike out and seize the famous house for himself.

It's not that she doesn't believe in the potential of the young master beside her, it's just that she really likes the design of Casa Batllo.

She just wanted a house like that.Want it now!

With your little hands, you can own a future world cultural heritage.Who can resist such a temptation?

Whether others can not know, anyway, she can't.

Secretly changing the work, starting with the owner who got drunk.Joey squinted his eyes contentedly as he enjoyed the sweet crispy breakfast.

Cough, as for the kid Joseph Batllo who was supposed to be the real owner in the history of this house?

Joy decided guiltily——

"Joseph," at the lively ball, she looked at the blond boy with a smile, "Although Antonio is not free now, I promise that when my architect becomes famous in the future, I will definitely save you a slot for him."

"Oh?" Joseph didn't joke with her shamelessly as usual, but looked at her suspiciously: "Nothing to be courteous. Joey, did you do something to be sorry for me?"

Hey, the kid is really smart.The light in Joey's eyes flashed, and he sneered: "Forget it if you don't want it. Then you can go in line by yourself, don't blame me for not giving you a chance."

"Don't." Joseph really took the bait, "I'm just joking, don't take it seriously! I want it, I want it! The little lotus is the best!"

However, he murmured in his heart--look at you talking like he is yours.

"Everyone," Guell raised his glass in the middle of the hall, "There is actually another piece of good news I want to share with you tonight."

Everyone turned their heads and looked at the middle-aged man next to him who was polite and smiling.

Guell made an invitation gesture to the man: "For this reason, Mr. Philip, the CEO of the City Council's Economic Office, has also come here to spend this joyous moment with us-I am very honored."

Executive Philip took off his hat and gave a gracious salute: "Everyone, I am very pleased to announce that the World Expo held in Vienna, Austria will close today."

“A year ago, we submitted our application to host the World’s Fair in 1878. By the time the Vienna World’s Fair opened a few months ago, the final candidates were Paris in France, Dresden in Germany, and us, Barcelona. "

Barcelona is bidding to host the World Expo?Joey thought about it.

She had read about it in the newspaper before.But at that time, she had been struggling to pay off her mountain of debts, and she hadn't paid much attention to it.

Now, maybe it's time to pay attention.

"Paris had already hosted the World Expo six years ago, and Dresden's competitiveness is obviously not as competitive as Barcelona, ​​so this time, we are sure to win." Philip's voice was still calm and elegant, but it was obviously with a cheerful undertone color.

"Today, the moment the Vienna International Fair closes, the chairman of the organizing committee will announce the city where the fair will be held five years from now. The city council and the city government are waiting for a telegram from Austria at this moment, and Earl's Court is another celebration The place—my colleagues will also inform us of the good news by telegram as soon as they receive the telegram.”

He raised his wine glass with a smile, and looked at the gold-plated copper enamel pendulum clock by the wall: "It is 59:1, and there is about 4 minute before this historic moment. Of course, it will take a while for the good news to grow wings, I think we'll have news in three or four minutes."

"Great!" The well-dressed people cheered and toasted again: "Let's count down together, respect science! Respect industry!"

"Respect to the World Expo!"

"Tomorrow in our Barcelona!"

In a warm atmosphere, Joey had a smile on his face, trying to dig out useful memories in his heart.

She knew that Barcelona had held world fairs, one each in the nineteenth and twentieth centuries, it seemed.That time in the nineteenth century, five years later?

However, she remembered that some of the venues were built on the Montjuic Mountain—and that mountain still belonged to Mr. Moreno, who was in a state of distress, and there was a gloomy atmosphere.In this way, the mountain will not be requisitioned until the World Expo in the twentieth century.

So... what business opportunities can this World Expo bring?

Selling ice cream cones?Joey couldn't help laughing.

"Boom-thump-thump-"

At exactly six o'clock, the pendulum clock at the earl's house overlapped with the distant bell from outside the window, startling a large number of white pigeons.At this moment, the daredevils who realized that their glasses had run out hurriedly waved to the servants to refill the sherry and champagne, and everyone held their breath in excitement.

The next moment, Barcelona will go to the world!

Ten seconds passed.

1 minutes passed.

3 minutes passed.

The brass-colored delicate telegraph remained motionless under the expectant eyes of everyone, quieter than dead.

The telegraph operator felt uncomfortable under the scorching gazes of the crowd. He lowered his head and turned the keyboard upside down and counted countless times. Finally, he couldn't help shaking his legs behind the velvet-covered desk.

Executive Philip's face was a little embarrassed, and he looked at Guell: "Uh, Mr. Earl, should we send a telegram to ask?"

As Mr. Earl nodded and the telegraph operator quickly sent a simple telegram, the hopeful waiting in the hall finally turned into doubtful anxiety and whispering.

"what happened?"

"Is the telegraph wire broken?"

"Could it be some accident?"

"Or is the council getting too excited and forgetting to tell us?"

But this time, the call back came quickly.

"Beep, beep, beep, beep..." The telegraph operator quickly recorded a sentence, and then carefully handed the note to Guell.

After reading the paper, Mr. Earl's face suddenly became heavy, and he handed the note to Philip again.The latter almost glanced at it, then held his forehead in frustration and helplessness.

There was a suffocating silence in the hall.

Everyone realized that this was obviously not the happy news that they had expected.

In the silence where the needles could be heard, Philip let out a long sigh.

"Gentlemen," he forced a smile, "it seems that the people of Paris are about to usher in their second World Expo."

The 1878 World Expo will be held in Paris, France for the second time after 11 years.

Barcelona passed five hurdles and cut six generals, and finally fell on an opponent who should not have been an opponent.

"...Despicable Frenchman!" Who knows who was the first to grit his teeth and snorted.

This suddenly opened up Pandora's chatterbox, and everyone began to curse the group of mixed bastards north of the Pyrenees Mountains with the same hatred.

"Obvious favoritism! The organizing committee was in Paris, and they secretly made shady deals. I don't know how much bribes they took from the French."

"This is not fair!"

"It's more than unfair! It's shameless! Despicable!"

"They should just change the name of the World's Fair to the French Fair!"

"Oh, who cares about the fair initiated by the French!"

Amidst all the scolding, the door of the front hall of the Earl's Mansion suddenly opened.

As a small black-haired young man walked into the front hall with a smile, the manservant who opened the door shouted solemnly——

"Mr. Erwin Jean Jacques of France, Chief Executive Officer of Overseas Business of Siemens AG."

Frenchy? !

Yes, Frenchies.

At that moment, for the first time, all the Catalans in the hall stood on the front line of the same hatred as the southerners, showing unprecedented national unity in the face of the northern outsiders who came across the Pyrenees.

……

"Miss Fernandez, I really don't understand why the entrepreneurs in Barcelona are so successful, but they can't see a bright future for our company. And I think they seem to be very hostile to me! Is it my personal problem?" Erwin fiddled with the brightly colored paella in front of him with a spoon, complaining very depressingly.

Fresh shrimps, crabs, oysters, scallops, squid... The orange rice grains are mixed with mouth-watering seafood, exuding a strong fragrance, but the diners in front of them are too frustrated and have no appetite at all.

Joey suppressed his laughter: "No, no, Mr. Erwin, it's really not your fault. It's just that the timing of your arrival is too unfortunate—the entrepreneurs in Barcelona feel that Paris has taken away their World Expo." Very angry."

I'm sorry, it's not kind, but it's really funny.

She didn't have the nerve to suggest that before Mr. Erwin came to Barcelona next time, he might consider consulting an oriental feng shui master to check his hexagrams.

But, unfortunately for Mr. Erwin, she made a lot of money.

In the sound of cicadas singing in the midsummer of 1873, the fugitive princess who was heavily indebted got a huge sum of money that had been settled—dividends from the investment of Siemens.

Facts have proved that there is absolutely nothing wrong with studying hard.The names that can appear in the history books are all the outstanding fighters left behind after the long rivers and waves washed away the sand, fighters among the favored ones.

The promotion of the elevator went more smoothly than expected-of course, it was Erwin's expectation, not Joey's.As an undergraduate dog who had to climb the stairs to the dormitory on the seventh floor painfully every day in his previous life, Joey had experienced the pain of not having an elevator early in his life.

Elevators are just like every convenience product that changes human life. Once you get on it, you can't get rid of it.For the best-selling elevators, she is more confident than Siemens himself.

The dividends of Siemens' equity brought her a net income of more than 4000 million.In addition to the previous patent and production of paper clips, as well as profits from the operation of milk tea shops, tea raw materials and tea bags, she was finally able to pay off the 1.43 million debts owed by Princess Rose.

Take out the daily expenses, and there is just about nothing left.

But after three months of turmoil in the society, she finally realized a truth - not afraid of debt, but afraid of not having seed capital in hand.

Just like a credit card that increases the credit limit for customers with good credit, she borrowed [-] million pesetas again by virtue of her own credit for repaying the huge debt with compound interest. The repayment period of this huge loan is one year, and every month Monthly repayment, as if carrying a set of loans.

However, this is a luxurious and big house that can make money.

"Mr. Erwin, I don't want to just invest money in your company," Joey said with a smile, "I plan to cooperate with you to open a power plant in Barcelona."

"The city needs more efficient and clean transport and lifestyles."

Joey murmured in his heart again, and put down the car curtain.

The carriage drove through the densely populated residential area, turned around one after another, and the dust was flying.She originally liked to open the car curtain to see the scenery outside, but she had to put down the car curtain again because of the dust on her face.

The roads in the old town are also too dirty.

Not only is it dirty, but all kinds of garbage are thrown away at will, and even dirtier things.Except for the bustling neighborhoods and squares that are regularly patrolled by guards, there are strange homeless people, thieves and robbers roaming the streets. Safety cannot be guaranteed at all, no wonder everyone has to take a carriage.

People with a little money rented their own carriages, and most city residents took public carriages.A stagecoach is pulled by two horses, like a horse-powered version of a double-decker bus.

Joey usually goes out to take a small taxi, and from time to time, he will pass by a double-decker giant carriage that can carry 20 people.

At this time, the two have to drive by mistake in the narrow alley. In many cases, the technical requirements are comparable to the curve driving and reversing into the garage of Subject [-], and what is held in the hand is not the steering wheel, but the steering wheel from time to time. The son's sturdy horse.

——In short, it is not a general test for the skill of the driver.

In Barcelona today, kerosene lamps are still used for lighting in houses.In the area where factories gathered, rumbling steam engines burned tons of coal, and steam and smoke mixed together and floated into the sky.In urban areas where people gather, horse manure is a serious source of pollution, not only emitting a foul smell, but also a breeding ground for infectious diseases and parasites.

People who are used to this era only think that this is the normal state of life, but Joey, who has hindsight, knows that the era of change has arrived.

Joey suddenly felt that it seemed much quieter outside the window.She raised the curtains and looked out, and the carriage had indeed passed through the most difficult factory road in the outskirts of the city, and arrived at a more open and clean place near the central area.

The transparent river gurgles through the blocks in the distance, the pomegranate flowers are in full bloom, and the high and low houses are like the jumping notes of the whole city, playing a colorful and joyful movement.

She opened the curtains, looked out the window and let out a long sigh.

Almost from the first moment after transmigrating, she has been overwhelmed with the impact of all the information in the new and unfamiliar environment.Until then, she was able to break away from the initial busyness and take a breath to observe this era of noisy machines.

80s of the nineteenth century.

This is the confluence period of the first industrial revolution and the second industrial revolution, and almost every five years there will be inventions that change the world.With his own memory of historical events, Joey knows that life 100 years ago is very different from 100 years later.

This is a time of great change.

For example, she discovered that she was originally in the same era as Pasteur when she frantically browsed the newspapers.When she was a child, she always thought that the surname was Bar, but in fact the surname was Pasteur. It was only more than ten years ago that scholars of biology and medicine generally accepted the existence of bacteria.

Thankfully, she was able to drink pasteurized milk when she first arrived.It was unimaginable just a few years ago that most city dwellers were still drinking raw milk that had been simply filtered.

In the field of architecture, the importance of flowing water has only gradually entered the field of vision of architects in recent years. In the houses built in the early years, such as her own house, there is no running water on the third floor.You have to go down to the first floor to take a shower.

This problem must be solved when rebuilding.

Joey sat in the swaying carriage, thinking carefully about the abacus in his heart.

When the popularization of electricity reaches a level that can be used by civilians, it will be a fat and fat business. I hope that she will have enough capital and influence at that time to allow Barcelona to take the lead in popularizing efficient transportation.

After all, the infrastructure experience of flower growers more than 100 years later told her that if you want to get rich, you must first build roads.

"...Should we upgrade the city's infrastructure?"

In the magnificent hall of the City Council, Executive Philip frowned and said, "For example, take a rest on the roads and upgrade the traffic. I heard that Gracia has already built a tramway first in the country, and we have nothing yet. "

"Barcelona is already very good!" Manolo, the middle-aged speaker with a beer belly, flushed with anger, and slammed his fat palm on the table, making the ceramic cup buzz, "Look at our block plan, diagonally How harmonious! How wonderful! This is clearly a recognized European model. It is clear that those French guys don't like us!"

"Okay, old man, calm down." Someone smoothed things over, "The Parisians are not kind, it's true. But it's a bit overconfident to say that we are better developed than Paris. gone."

"Have you got the competitiveness analysis report from the Expo Organizing Committee? What did it say?" Philip asked.

"To say that Paris has a better overall plan than we do—it's all bullshit."

A tall, thin man flipped through a thin report pinned up with paper clips, curled his lips in disdain, "Nonsense! What's more prepared than us to host a World Expo"—Paris has even held it once , Many venues are still there, of course they are more prepared than us!"

"There is also this damn cultural heritage. They brought it up last time, and they will come again? Is this saying that our thousand-year history in Barcelona is not as good as their cultural output in Paris in 11 years? Outrageous."

"Show me." Philip took the report document that was almost torn apart in a fit of anger, and looked at it carefully.

"This time we lost the election. It's a foregone conclusion. It's useless to scold people, Manolo. But I think we shouldn't be far behind. No matter how hard we work, there is still hope."

As he flipped through the pages, he patiently persuaded: "Urban construction is a long-term project. Maybe there is something we can quickly make up for—for example, here."

"The organizing committee said that the location of the venue we gave was unreasonable. The environmental sanitation and traffic conditions were not up to standard, and it was too far away from urban residential areas, so it did not meet the bidding conditions. This should be the most direct factor."

"That's as nutritious as a stove of burnt biscuit crumbs!"

The fat Manolo slapped the table angrily again, this time directly knocking off the lid of the porcelain cup, and it fell on the table with a loud "bang".

Everyone was taken aback and complained to Manolo: "Mr. Speaker, don't be so excited."

"Everyone, is what I said unreasonable? Barcelona is an industrial city, not a wasteland! The proposal we gave is already the most ideal location, can you find a better one? Residents in the urban area drove out and told them, 'Please cooperate, we are going to clear a site here for the World Expo! This is for your own good too!'”

"That's true. After all, the land prices around the urban area have already risen, and money is constantly flowing into the pockets of entrepreneurs, but our government is still clinking poor. Those good lands have long been sold out. Well, the landlords are smarter than each other, and when they heard that we wanted to buy it for administrative planning, they raised sky-high prices for each of them, so they pointed at us and squeezed us dry."

"Is this a dead end?" Philip sighed, looking at the report and muttering.

"Maybe we can try harder to lobby the big families in Barcelona? After all, everyone should be hoping to show us to the world by holding an expo, and let our various industries go to the world."

Manolo seemed to have finished venting, and sank into his leather chair dejectedly: "Should we expect a capitalist who made his fortune by exploiting workers to help us? With all due respect, we might as well pray for God to descend directly from the sky , send us a land flowing with milk and honey."

Duk duk duk, the secretary knocked on the door of the chamber, "Mr. Speaker, Mr. Executive Officer, Members—a lady is asking to see you."

"Woman?" Manolo rolled his eyes, "Is there any lady who wants to come to us for a fashion show?"

"Tell her, Barcelona is very poor, no money! No land! If she wants to do it, it's okay, give us a piece of land first!"

"Uh...Mr. Speaker," the secretary's eyes widened in surprise, "how do you know?"

"——Miss Fernandez said that she is willing to donate a piece of land to the Barcelona city government free of charge to support the bid for the World Expo."

The author has something to say: "Diary of Mr. Erwin of Siemens, July 1873, 7: I am not really Napoleon, but Barcelona is really my Waterloo QAQ"

Little Rose's trick also borrowed from the wisdom of the ancestors!This typical case will be revealed in the next chapter, the cuties may have heard of it~

A lot of little angels came at once, and the little transparent who had never seen the world shed tears of emotion...

After the clip is released, it is expected to be updated every night at [-] o'clock, and it will be dropped and updated from time to time~ Thank you little angels for your support!I hope that the little cuties who are fattening can come back from time to time to take a look. After all, the post-v list is related to income. It is really easy to lose your mind when looking at the dismal data... I have tried to fatten up other wives myself, and finally Sad to find out QAQ

In addition, because I don’t want to make the words too bloated and affect the perception, Mr. Mosquito used to thank Lei & Nutrient Solution manually, and I will not put it in the words in the future, but I will watch it every day, and I will accept the love of all the little angels arrive! (The reminder was also received, and I whispered bb while pulling my hair)

Recently, my job is so busy and stressful that I can only sleep for more than four hours a day. Your thunder and nutrient solution is the motivation for me to sit up in a dying paralysis! (I'm a little afraid of following Joey's footsteps QAQ, I need to exercise more and make a fist)

Happy Dragon Boat Festival everyone!Come on for the fourth and sixth grades, come on for the final exam!