[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

At the end of the flower-blossoming street, there was a din of people's voices. A little boy ran wildly with a ball in his arms, and rushed to the corner with his head down.

Sitting on the side of the road were a few little boys who were about the same age, and they all looked up when they saw him.

The little guy ran over and panted and complained loudly: "Parker, they are here again! The front of that house is full of water. I can't play football there again today. It's disgusting!"

The short-haired boy leaning against the fence waved his hand: "Forget it. After all, it is that lady's house, so of course many people will like it. Let's play football in another place."

Parker thought proudly in his heart that he had spoken to that noble lady.

"Ah?" A few little boys next to him showed unconvinced expressions: "Why can't we play football when she builds a new house? It's not fair!"

"Listen up," Parker stood up, "that's the House of Fernandez! It's where the noble Miss Angel lives! She is beautiful, smart, and generous. We must protect her and her house! Don't you Do you also think that house is particularly beautiful?"

"Ah, that's really nice. I've never seen a house like that." A tall, thin boy scratched his head.

"The writing on the half-cut pillar is also very interesting! Hahahahaha. I don't know why a small statue is erected in front of it to block it. It turned out to be so good, I feel very relieved! This is a demonstration against the city hall house!"

"Hey, the windows are so beautiful, I really want to kick the ball in and smash the glass into the house." Leo, who was younger but known for his mischievousness, stuck out his tongue.

Parker knocked on his head: "No sabotage is allowed! Forget the last time you played football and smashed someone's window, what did your parents do to you when they came to your door?"

"Oh..." Leo shrank his neck.

"Okay, let's go. The Las Ramblas East team was unconvinced when they lost to us last time. They said they would definitely beat us next time. I heard that they were playing on the side street today. Let's go, let's smash the field. "

The figures of the little boys laughing and playing went away to one end of the street, but the other end of the street was indeed as they said, densely surrounded by many people.

The inside looks very professional and is being recorded. It is a judge of the Catalan Youth Architecture Competition.On the outside, there are mostly neighbors and pedestrians watching the excitement.

"This... I really don't know what to say." Standing in front of the Fernandez House, the judges showed indescribable expressions.

"Can such a building really exist in reality?" Someone murmured.

"This is the reality, my friend. Otherwise we would all doubt our own existence." Someone among the bystanders joked.

Professor Dago, the principal of the Barcelona School of Architecture, is also one of the special judges.He looked at the house in front of him, picked up his eyes and carefully looked at the entry materials in his hand several times, frowned deeply, his face was livid.

"My God!" Joseph stood across the street and exclaimed exaggeratedly, "is this a building that humans can own! I really hate that I am not a great writer. People can write comments for newspapers to attract the attention of the whole country, but I All I can say is - I want it too!"

He turned to Joey eagerly: "Noble, respectable, incomparable little lotus, are you short of money now? Sell the house to me! Sell it to me, please!"

Joey smiled meaningfully: "Not for sale. There is no shortage of money."

...Hehe, I just made 100 million pesetas, and I don't need anything.

"Ah." Joseph couldn't hide his disappointment, "Hey, let me tell you, I had a dream last night, in which an angel told me that this house should have been mine..."

"Come, come, sister treats you to dinner, and when we move into our new home, we will invite you to be our guest as soon as possible." Joey hurriedly dragged him away.

Not to mention that she had forgotten all about it, she still felt guilty about planting doves and occupying magpies' nests in the face of Joseph.

As they passed the corner of the street, they heard a few passers-by sighing: "As expected of Mr. Abbas's son. This father and son will definitely be recorded in the annals of Barcelona!"

Joseph suddenly thought of something: "By the way, I found it strange when I heard it before, and I wanted to ask you. I remember you didn't say who your architect is, what is his name, Gaudi...? Why? Turned into little Abbas?"

"Leave it alone, you'll know later." It won't keep you waiting long.

When the time comes, remember to hold the melon in your hand firmly, and don't step on the watermelon rind and lose your waist.

As for the instigator who has entered her blacklist?

She has been locked in a small black room, and will not be given a vacation until the design of Rose's house is completed.

After Joey finished the purchase-related procedures of the house, he immediately found Antonio and coaxed him to sign a legally binding contract without humanitarianism, setting a strict deadline for the delivery.

It's time for him who has no social experience in the ivory tower to realize how unreliable trust is.

As he made her realize.

Come on, hurt each other!

The House of Fernandez has attracted more and more attention since it showed the prototype of the complete effect.Now, the final moment has finally come.

However, at the final review of the works, other awards had been basically agreed upon, and only the champion work sparked fierce debate.

"That's what I said. I don't agree to give this work the first place."

The main judge of the architectural competition, Francisco, a respected old architect, said with a cold face, "Although there is a certain innovative talent, it represents a vulgar, weird, grandstanding aesthetic, which is definitely not the architectural style we want to encourage. It's a question of orientation for young people, and they shouldn't be mistaken for this pompous ethos."

"That's right. The public only pays attention to the gimmick. It looks so ugly. Are everyone blind? There are newspapers saying that there is no suspense for the championship, and that the jury members said it!" Another old architect with a flushed face Even more excited, "Is there a traitor among us! Who said that? Stand up!"

Of course no one stood up.

Someone nodded and echoed: "Architecture should be an elegant and luxurious art, not a child building blocks. What we should emphasize is the balance and stability of neoclassicism, which is the real work of art. Look at this house, God , there is no straight line at all! It looks shaky."

"Besides, we have already agreed with the Barcelona government that if Barcelona's bid to host the World Expo is successful, the winner of the competition will be directly eligible to participate in the design of the venue. The World Expo has to face the whole world, and we cannot lose face in front of the whole world!"

"Mr. Dago, don't you want to say a few words?" Someone suddenly thought of the principal of the architecture school.Although he himself doesn't have many works, a St. Paul's Hospital is enough to make him gain a firm foothold in the Catalan architectural circles, not to mention that his school is continuously exporting young talents.

Probably because Mr. Dago is a teacher, he has always been keen to give long lectures at various review sites.Today he said nothing, which is very unusual.

Dago's complexion didn't look very good.His lips were tightened and then loosened, and finally he said, almost gnashing his teeth: "Some young people should be taught a lesson."

"But..." Someone finally felt that he had to stop talking, and interjected cautiously, "Everyone, this is Mr. Abbas's son after all."

Francisco frowned in displeasure: "What happened to Abbas? He is not a member of the jury, and he is not God. Are you so afraid of him?"

Many people present were silent, but they were whispering in their hearts.

You old man has already earned enough design fees, and now you are living in a country villa for the elderly, so of course you are not afraid of Abbas.But we still want to eat in Catalonia, especially in Barcelona. If Abbas knows about it, we can still get along in this circle.

Another person cleared his throat: "Guys, this is a youth architectural design competition after all. If the buildings they design are like us old people, wouldn't the world remain the same? Mr. Abbas's design was also controversial at the beginning. , but soon became the new trend.”

"That's right. Everyone is using electric lights, and times are changing, why bother with a few stones?" The speaker tried to smile to liven up the atmosphere, and at the same time sighed in his heart, Mr. Abbas really nailed the jury's decision weakness.

Lucky to have a good dad.Thanks to the fact that this young man is his son, otherwise who would have the ability to make the young designers in the jury risk offending the old seniors to speak out for it?

The scene of the debate was too embarrassing, and finally the jury simply ended the discussion and voted directly.The main judges have two votes per person, and the rest of the judges have one vote per person, which is fair.

When casting his own vote, one person looked at Francisco's almost cold face, and couldn't help sighing in his heart.

Hey, when the results are announced in the future, ordinary people will never know that there was such a closed-door controversy in the final review stage of this year's Youth Architectural Design Competition.

"The results of the architectural competition are out, and the House of Fernandez has won the championship." Joey picked up the newspaper with satisfaction.

As expected, nothing to be proud of.She was quickly attracted by the next line of instructions.

"Mr. Boaba Abbas, as the champion, will be invited to participate in the design of the Barcelona World Expo?" Joey was amused.

The city council is also doing well, and the bid has not yet been confirmed to be successful, so it dares to give out the invitation like this.

Aren't you afraid that the bid will fail again and become an even bigger laughing stock?

It is a good habit to learn lessons, but unfortunately many people just can't learn it.

However, it also works in her favor.I don't know how much of this invitation is due to the weight of the award, and how much is the resources of architect Abbas.

But in any case, support for the World Expo bid seems predictable to be a more worthwhile investment.

……

spring is coming.Antonio was pushed by Joey to rush to work, Mary was preparing for the high school entrance exam, and Joey himself was discussing the presentation plan with other people in the bidding organizing committee besides arranging the move.

"Textile industry? That's fine. But let's not emphasize the steam engine any more. Let's talk more about our trams and electric lights."

"The artistic characteristics of Catalonia should also be highlighted. The Fernandez House is very good!" She is not ashamed to praise her house.

"This area is called the 'Kingdom of Art' for a reason. This is Barcelona's greatest advantage. There are more thriving industrial cities than stars in the sky, and we have to have our own characteristics."

In the cozy warmth of spring, life is calm again.The morning sun climbed the hyacinth towers of bright flowers each day earlier than the day before, like rosy fingers unwrapping spring's presents.

Finally, one sunny day, Joey moved into the Fernandez House.

After finally ending the ball and seeing off all the curious guests, she was so tired that she slumped on the recliner regardless of her image.

The line of sight naturally falls on the milky white ceiling.It is as if an ocean of marble was stirred by an invisible hand, and finally condensed into the wonderful shape of the seashell thread, with a brilliant round crystal chandelier in the center.Just this dreamy ceiling can be seen for a day.

Not to mention the sunlight streaming in through the huge painted picture windows.

Under such colorful light, Joy always had the illusion that the teapot, cups and bowls would sing and dance the next moment, telling her that you are the chosen princess!

Finally own a house!

Joey sighed contentedly and hugged the soft tasseled pillow.

Buy in full, no loan.In this way, she owns a mansion that will become a world cultural heritage without accident in the future.

Completed.Salted fish are like her, there is no pursuit in this life.

At this moment, Pascal knocked on the door: "Miss, someone from an art company wants to come to you as a patron."

here we go again?Joey let out a "woo" and buried his face in the pillow.

It's not over yet.

After the Fernandez House became famous, it caused a knock-on effect that she did not expect.

Since the reputation of this building spread in Spain and even southern Europe a month or two ago, more and more painters, musicians and even antique dealers of various kinds have come to her door, trying to persuade her to be her patron.

Patronage of the arts is a long tradition in Europe.As early as the Renaissance or even before, nobles, churches, etc. were keen to sponsor artists, allowing them to paint family portraits and other paintings they wanted, while providing them with food and lodging, and introducing them to high society.

Today, Joy has become the Miss Angel Patron that all Catalan artists yearn for—she is rich, generous, and young and lacks social experience. She must be easily moved by extravagant language, and she is definitely better than the cunning old guys. make money!

Young artists seem to have seen a living muse, and they began to visit in an endless stream.Art companies that have already formed a commercial scale are also eyeing her fat meat, fantasizing about selling antiques or artworks to her that people use for foolish money.

At the very beginning, Joy was flattered and received every visiting artist earnestly. Even if she couldn't understand what the other artist was painting, she would politely praise them and then politely send them away.

It's her fault that she still has a filter.Artist, how elegant that sounds!Maybe you will meet one or two future masters.

However, after receiving five, ten, or twenty people, she finally realized that she was just a golden coin in the eyes of the other party—and it was the kind that could be put in a pocket with just a word of mouth.

Joey sighed, the luck of picking up a master casually on the side of the street, as expected, he would never hit it twice in a lifetime.It's already burning high incense once, and she will definitely be equipped with a fake version.

After she came to her senses, she no longer conscientiously received every visitor.Usually, Pascal will dictate the situation to her, and if he thinks it is reliable, he will look at the work again, and chat with someone if he is interested.

She has no idea of ​​being a patron, which is not in line with her modern business thinking.Always feel bloody.However, if you really like it, it is not bad to buy a painting or two to hang at home.

Joey turned over, rested his chin on the pillow, and replied weakly: "Which company is it this time?"

"The Goupil art company in Paris, which mainly deals in contemporary paintings and collections."

It sounds like nothing special.Still a French company.Not interested in.

She was about to speak when Pascal's voice sounded again.

"However, I personally do not recommend that you accept the other party's proposal."

Um?This actually aroused Joey's interest.Will Pascal still cast a veto?

"why?"

"I don't think this company has very good collections. The main reason is that the salesman they sent seems to have no passion for work and is lazy. I asked this Mr. Van Gogh what paintings they mainly deal in, and he Actually said that I don’t understand, anyway, it’s the most common ones nowadays…”

"Wait, what's the name of that person you said?" Joey scrambled to his feet.

No, won't it?

The voice outside the door paused, as if very confused.

"It's a Dutchman. His name is Vincent van Gogh."

The author has something to say: Vincent: Today is also Fan Gao who doesn't want to go to work.

Antonio was about to experience the difference in the world.Is it true that there are no other big bosses around Little Rose?

The death committed when young and ignorant will become a brick in the long road to chasing his wife in the future!

PS cuties, although Joy has pretended to be Miss Fernandez for a long time, but her last name is really not Fernandez orz

Notes for this chapter: Montanel, the designer of the Sao Paulo Hospital in Barcelona, ​​was Gaudí's teacher, and Mr. Dago was partly based on him.This hospital has the name of "the most beautiful hospital in the world", and the actual construction time is advanced in the article.In real history, the most famous Gaudi in the city did not receive this project, because he did not have a design draft, no budget, and no end point for his work, and he could not afford to build a hospital hhh

As a reminder, the end of the month is approaching, and there are still 5 days left (including today) for the validity period of the check-in for seedling cultivation ~ those who still want to complete the check-in, don't forget.

In addition, cuties, remember to empty out the expired nutrient solution on the 1st of next month~ It would be even better if you can feed the author (cover your unwanted face)

Special thanks to Shuiyan for the grenades, Bianhuhu for the mines, and NICEtoMEETu, Guli, sunny, Changanyuan, and Nankewanggui for their nutrient solutions!Every time I write the trough of the plot, I feel a lot of pressure. It is your support that gave me the courage and strength to keep writing~