[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

The upper-class circle in Barcelona is not big, and Miss Fernandez, who popped up suddenly in the past year, is the object of many people's attention.

So, the news that this lady who has always only made money but not spent money has lived among thousands of flowers in the artist circle, and finally picked one, was quickly known by interested people.

I heard that she sponsored a red-haired Dutchman.

It was an art salesman who set a record for the lowest sales performance after coming to Barcelona.

...I heard that when he was selling at Batllo's house, the first sentence he said was: "This painting in your house is really good! How much is it, can you sell it to me?"

After people inquired more and more anecdotes about this lucky man, they issued a heartfelt "tsk tut" sound: the old saying is true, even Homer can misspell words. *

Humans, especially as social animals, are like that.

The success of others is certainly worth talking about; but there is nothing that will arouse the desire to gloat and comment more than the sudden stupidity of someone who has always been successful.

However, people were not able to concentrate on watching the excitement, and their more attention was rarely scattered elsewhere.

Because the concert of the violinist Sarasate is coming.

The concert is arranged on the most glorious day of spring.Magenta, golden yellow, snow white, and deep purple tulips competed in the flowers, while the cherry blossoms from the east burned a pink haze on the street. Occasionally, a small tornado would blow up the delicate petals on the ground and walked across Theater Avenue A person is like being in a vortex of cherry blossoms.

On this day, the City Hall specially reserved a half-day venue at the Liceu Grand Theater, where celebrities gathered.

In order to maximize the sensational effect of this concert, a buffet was arranged before the concert, and after the concert was a cocktail dance.

Regardless of whether it is their ulterior motives or their ulterior motives, countless people are secretly looking forward to this grand entertainment.

What they were expecting, Joey didn't know.

But she has her own expectations.

The day before that ball, she had just finished three major events.

The first thing is to go to the city hall to complete the patent registration procedures for electric lights.

Originally, she did not plan to apply for a patent, but after Barcelona applied for the World Expo, the city hall quickly got the news that someone in Paris had imported a large number of electric lights, was also conducting electric light experiments, and planned to preempt patent ownership.

This is not very kind.

After experts from the city hall and the University of Barcelona came to persuade him, Joy accepted their proposal - registering a patent, but specifically indicating that technology transfer is open to specific uses and scopes.

With Barcelona as the center, the popularization of electric lights in various cities will not be affected, but if someone wants to make a mistake, Joey will have the weapon of law.

The second thing is that the design plan of the Rose House milk tea shop has been finalized and has been handed over to the civil engineering team formed by Joey himself.

Arranging a small dark room for designers to isolate from outside interference—that is, an attic with good sound insulation in Fernandez’s house, and then coercing and luring the contract with the overlord clause can really greatly increase the output speed.

After staying at home for dozens of days, Antonio gave a satisfactory design proposal.

Joey praises his wit.

Next, it is time to tap into the wisdom of nineteenth-century Barcelona craftsmen.She only needs to be responsible for inspections from time to time, and raise some basic management and technical issues with her advanced professional vision.

As for the third thing, that was her biggest expectation for tonight's dance.

Joey evoked a smile in comfort——after the concert was over and the "Evening Post" was delivered, it would be the moment when the show began.

At this time, she, Guell, and Philippe were discussing the first round of presentations for the World Expo to be held in Paris in a few days.

The pendulum clock struck four.

Count Guell immediately put away his pen and folder.

"Sorry, I'm afraid I will be excused before the concert begins," he stood up, "I made an appointment at this time to talk to Mr. Gaudi about the design of a high-end residential complex."

oh?Joey blinked, but he couldn't see that Antonio was quite free.

"It's okay, I'll just talk to Philip first."

She immediately thought of something: "However, Mr. Earl, I have a piece of advice for you—please consider the function of the residential area carefully, don't be too far away from the urban area, and don't build it on a hill. People definitely don't want to climb mountains and rivers to go home .”

In her history, Park Güell was well-known, but unfortunately it was a commercial failure.Guell obviously wanted to build it into a rich and wealthy residential area, but chose the site on a hill far away from the urban area.

Thanks to these two people, one is an art prodigy and the other is a business prodigy, no one realizes what's wrong here!

Guell laughed in surprise: "You seem to see through me at a glance-I want to choose such a position. But I think, in today's Barcelona, ​​there is really only the most suitable place to build the position I have in mind. A residential area."

Joey wanted to dissuade her, but the earl smiled and took off his hat and saluted her: "Don't worry, Miss Fernandez - I will definitely install your company's elevator. Actually, I am also thinking about the tram - take the tram through the fairy tale dream I believe people in the upper class will love it.”

Joey laughed dumbfounded.

This...she really missed herself.

"Then, shall we continue? Miss Fernandez." Philip also shrugged with a smile.

The pre-concert buffet starts at five o'clock.

The ballroom of the Liceu Theater was crowded with people, and the golden chandelier was lit with small orange light bulbs specially made in the shape of candles, illuminating the spring scenes of gods embedded in golden frames on the ceiling.The dizzying fragrance and lights enveloped the sky, as if there were countless little angels with golden wings flying around happily.

In the luxurious hall, the thick Isfahan Persian carpet is wrapped with tan center sunflower and Shah Abbas palm leaves, and people step on it without making a sound.

The ladies all put on the most solemn velvet dresses, and put on bright jewels as if they were competing for beauty.Black slender lace gloves lined their delicate and round arms, and their slender fingertips elegantly held tulip glasses filled with sherry wine, their voices were as sweet as if they were going to sing on stage.

"Sarasate hasn't been back to Spain for 15 years, right?" a lady asked a friend around her.

"Yes. He must have toured the Americas in 1859—and then toured the world as well."

The lady showed a look of yearning: "Then this performance is really a rare opportunity. Do you know how long he will stay in Barcelona? Will he go to whose salon? I think the owner of the salon will definitely send an invitation The letter was sent softly."

"Should be staying for a few days? After all, the Madrid newspaper said that his next concert in Madrid is a few weeks away. However, I'm afraid he really won't go to someone's salon. I heard that Count Guell once I invited him jointly with several other companies and wanted to be his patron, but he politely declined on the grounds that he needed to rehearse with the orchestra."

"I've heard! 'Thank you for your kindness, but no sponsorship,' he seemed to say at the time."

"Oh, it really is Sarasate. World-renowned musicians are different. They always come to ask for appreciation from patrons, but for him, he can completely ignore people who ask for patronage."

Joseph, who was sitting behind the corridor, couldn't help laughing when he heard this, and patted Guell on the shoulder beside him while laughing: "I didn't expect you to be rejected sometimes, Ouseby! Hahahahahahahaha !"

Guell also laughed awkwardly: "What's the matter? You're right. There are people in the world who want to sponsor Sarasate, and he can become a rich man with his reputation and talent alone. Why take other people's money."

The brown-haired young man sitting next to them frowned slightly, holding a pen, quickly sketching the outlines of several strange buildings in the portfolio.He was so focused that he didn't pay any attention to what was going on in the hall.

The conversation just now is still going on.

"Of course, that's Sarasate! No matter how tasteless a person is, seeing so many people chasing after him, he can know that sponsoring him is definitely not a wrong thing."

The lady shook her satin blue feather fan thoughtfully, and couldn't help laughing: "This is really a wonderful phenomenon-for those who want to be patrons, sponsoring the top and bottom artists , actually don’t need taste.”

She looked at the small door on the other side of the hall meaningfully: "Isn't that lucky lady just an example?"

Some people who didn't keep up with current events immediately smelled the unusual smell, and hurriedly asked, "Who is there?"

"Who else is there?" The lady covered her mouth with a fan, "The one who won the grand prize just after the completion of the house named after her."

Oh—they figured it out right away.That's really famous.Who in Barcelona does not know the legendary story of that lady.

"Hey, speaking of this, I have something to say." A man with bright curly hair exuding a balsamic luster suddenly laughed inscrutablely.

"you are……?"

"Oh, I'm Daniel Sanchez, the director of the Barcelona branch of Goupil Art Company." The man said, "The one sponsored by that lady is a salesman of our company."

"Really?! Please tell us something about that painter!" The lively aristocratic girls couldn't help coming over, and those who were too embarrassed to show their gossip desire couldn't help but stand up not far away. ears.

No way, in the past few days, the story that the young lady and the poor painter had to say has spread like wildfire, and countless versions have been circulated in the upper circles of Barcelona.

"Hey, what a painter." The supervisor said disdainfully, "These days, anyone who knows how to hold a pen is touted as a painter! He has never learned to draw, and saying he can draw two is an exaggerated compliment. '?"

"And let me tell you, he likes to draw some uninteresting flowers and plants, street lamps, fields, and even dark coal diggers!"

"Huh..." Many noble ladies let out disgusted voices.

"Well, I heard that the lady still knows Chinese porcelain, isn't she so blind? And she seems to have found Mr. Rapero, a great painter, and asked him to write a letter of introduction." Finally someone boldly proposed own doubts.

"Yes. I remember that too. Is the news you said true?" Someone also asked the supervisor, remembering the scene at the time.

Immediately, an activist who was smarter than everyone else jumped out: "Hey, if you ask me, I'm afraid you all guessed the wrong direction. Does it mean sponsoring art if you say sponsorship?"

"Huh?" Many people made a confused nasal sound.

"Have you ever thought about who is the god most painted by artists? It's not the muse, the god of art, right? It's Venus, the god of love! This can explain a lot of things."

"That lady is not young anymore. She is rich and single. Sponsorship is sponsorship, money is given to the house, and the talent of the other party is admired... No matter how you say it, isn't it just a matter of her words?"

"Ah! That's how it is!" Many people suddenly realized.

So incisive!Why didn't they think of it before?

"Pfft..." Joseph choked on a sip of wine and sprayed it into the handkerchief.

Guelle slapped him on the back in a hurry, and called someone to clean it up, "Joseph, I'm not talking about you, you are already 20 years old, you can't always be so careless about your image, be careful that no girl wants to marry you in the future..."

Joseph couldn't care less about talking to his old friends.

He wiped his mouth with the handkerchief handed over by the waiter, then turned around and grabbed an architect who had been concentrating on painting without knowing it——

"Joy really raised a painter as a lover?"

"Pricked—" The young man in front of him widened his eyes in astonishment, and the pen he hadn't put down scratched a mark on the paper.

Joseph didn't give up: "Antonio, do you think that man is as handsome as me?"

But the architect's eyes suddenly wandered away from him.

As if suddenly there was a light source in the distance, everything else was eclipsed while the center of vision suddenly lit up.

A slender figure wrapped in a rose-colored velvet dress came lightly through a small door.

The black lace birdcage veil flutters on the thick hair bun like dark clouds, making people's eyes irresistibly focused on the bright and rich red——

Her chin is slightly raised, and bright roses are inserted obliquely on the side of her bun, which is both a fatal temptation and a proud declaration.

This was her he had never seen before.Like a rose with thorns blooming in the dark, dangerous, flamboyant and fearless.

The people who were joking didn't realize her approach, "... If you compare her to Mr. Van Gogh's muse, then she is really a blind muse. She is a lunatic...I dare to swear, there will never be Anyone in their right mind buys his paintings!"

"Everyone, I heard you are talking about Mr. Van Gogh."

The girl's sweet voice was full of undisguised publicity, and it exploded behind the people who were chewing their tongues in full swing.

"That's right, I just like his paintings. I'm rich, and I'm willing to spend money on him and support him—if I like it, I can support a hundred painters."

"Any questions, folks?"

The author has something to say: Antonio: A hundred? ? ?

(Be strong, Antonio. Life has not only a hundred false rivals for this chapter, but a hundred true rivals for the next chapter.)

*EvenHomernods. It is similar to the Chinese "a wise man has a lot of worries, but he must lose something".

Thanks to Shuiyan's cute mine!