[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

Seeing Alfonso's figure on the stairs, Xiu En suddenly realized: "Yes, master. Then I'm leaving."

Alfonso watched him leave quietly, then turned his gaze back, and jumped down three steps at a time.

When he rushed to Joey, he had already smiled sweetly: "Sister, I'm tired of staying in Barcelona and I'm going to Madrid. I'm leaving tomorrow."

"Let's go now?" Joey was a little surprised. "The salon will be in a few days. I was thinking that it was not convenient for you to go to the theater to listen to Sarasate's music. You can listen to it in your room."

"It doesn't matter, I will be the king in the future, and there will be many opportunities." Alfonso took her hand and walked upstairs, and the two quickly walked into the secret corridor, "Sister, you have been here for so long, don't worry Do you want to go abroad to relax?"

"I'm still busy recently, let's wait for a while to stabilize," Joey said, "The World Expo is in the process of bidding, and the first presentation will be made soon. I plan to participate in the planning of Montjuic Mountain, and the laying of the power supply system in the city. It’s not finished yet. There’s so much more to do.”

And now there are several people in the family.Being the head of a family is not easy.

"So..." Alfonso's voice was a little low, "These are all things you have to do. Putting these things aside, do you want to stay in Barcelona?"

Joey laughed: "I think so."

When she came here in her previous life, she liked it very much.

Now that she has been living here for more than a year, she has more and more connections and memories with this city.

Alfonso lowered his eyes: "Well, I see."

Joey felt that something was wrong, and picked up his head: "What's the matter?"

Alfonso looked up at him, blinked his black eyes, and smiled innocently: "I want to say——when I return to Madrid, you miss me!"

Joey laughed dumbfounded, and couldn't help but tapped his head.What a man!

"Think about it! I will. But why are you in such a hurry to go back to Madrid? I heard that the situation there has not stabilized. Isn't it dangerous to go back now?"

At the beginning of the year, General Serrano staged a coup in Madrid and became dictator in power, only to be assassinated a month later.

Joey didn't pay much attention to it, but he also left an impression because of the newspaper reports from time to time-the current political situation in Madrid is almost the same as that of four years ago, and it doesn't sound like a safe place.

Alfonso snorted, "Don't believe the reporters who made a fuss, it's fine now. Castillo told me everything is about to be in place, so I'm going back to put on the crown."

"Okay. I don't know much about politics, so you still have to be careful. Remember to listen to the opinions of those experienced politicians." Joey reminded.

Although Alfonso XII in history should have successfully succeeded to the throne, she always felt a little worried when she looked at the little prince in front of her who was obviously still a child.

"Okay, okay, I get it. My sister loves me the most!" Alfonso said with a smile.

"Master." A man waved to them from the corridor door in the distance.

Alfonso laughed: "I'm going to eat ice cream. See you tonight, sister!"

He let go of Joey's hand and walked over with brisk steps, just like a greedy child.

Looking at his back, Joey couldn't help laughing.

Two days ago, she felt that the child might have grown up. Recently, she was so busy that she didn't always cling to her like before.But looking at it this way, he was still a child.

"Miss, Erwin brought the engineer over, and I made an appointment to install the phone at this time." Pascal walked over from the porch.

"Oh, yes." Joey couldn't wait to go out, call!

It is finally time to bid farewell to the era when communication basically relied on shouting.

Joey walked out, while Alfonso walked in, and the two quickly separated by a corridor.

As soon as the door of the stairwell was closed, Alfonso's aura instantly darkened.

"what happened?"

"Madrid has replied." The man handed him a letter respectfully, "from Mr. Castillo."

Alfonso lowered his eyes, stared at the iris emblem printed on the red wax paint and was silent for a moment, then said: "Open it."

The letter was scribbled, and the writer seemed anxious.

"Your Highness, I do not recommend that you return to Madrid now. Yes, you are a military genius. It is easier to mobilize troops in Madrid, but your life is more important-if you come back, it will be difficult for us to guarantee your safety."

"Now all parties in Madrid are wrestling with each other, including many foreign spies and other intelligence personnel. They are all fighting for every opportunity to take advantage of the chaos to control the future king of Spain. For those who cannot be controlled by them, the end Just like Serrano. We don't know where the bullets will come from, and you are their number one target right now."

"Didn't His Highness Joey already have some influence in Barcelona in the name of Miss Fernandez? You will be safer there. Wait until General Campos and I control the situation in Madrid before welcoming you back to the throne. But Carlos In the north, please be careful."

Alfonso closed his eyes and let go of his tightly held hands.

Inside is a note that has been soaked in sweat, with only a few words——

"Valencia and Zaragoza fall."

Valencia, the largest coastal city east of Madrid.

Madrid is located in the geometric center of the Iberian Peninsula, and all foreign exchanges need to rely on the port cities on all sides.But with the fall of Valencia, from Gatiss near the Strait of Gibraltar in the south to Valencia on the southeast coast in the east, Carlos' army, with the support of Portugal, has strangled the throat of Madrid in both directions to the southeast .

But what shocked him even more was the fall of Zaragoza.

Zaragoza is an important city along the Ebro River.After the Carlos faction occupied the northern border for several years, they finally besieged the city, which meant that from the Ebro River north to the French border, the entire northern region had fallen into Carlos' sphere of influence.

Others didn't have any obvious feelings, but Alfonso had studied the country's military terrain since he was a child, and had been following Carlos' deployment of troops in recent years, and immediately smelled a very dangerous signal.

The Ebro River runs across northern Spain, flows eastward, and turns north in the rolling mountains. The tangent extending here finally meets the Mediterranean Sea on the northeastern coast of Spain. The intersection is the heart of Catalonia, Barcelona.

If you wait until all the dust settles, it will be too late.

……

"Miss Fernandez, that's right. I didn't find the Nikola Tesla you mentioned in the United States."

Erwin explained, "However, I found a Mr. Meucci who immigrated from Italy. After he heard that I was from Siemens, he took out this 'long-distance microphone' and said that he was willing to use it at a low price. Patents sold to us."

Joey looked at the "long-distance microphone"-compared with later generations of telephones, the receiver was almost the same.The main body of the whole device is a huge wooden box, on which the earpiece and dial are nested, and the proportions seem to be very different.

"That's also a poor man. He was so poor that he couldn't even pay the patent application fee of $250. In the end, he sold the telephone model he invented a few years ago at a very low price. After that, he even maintained the invention license certificate every year. Can't even afford it."

"That's really miserable." Joey was surprised. "So, how much did you pay for this patent—you bought it, right?"

She took the receiver from Erwin, who had just dialed another phone in the lab.

"Five hundred dollars," Erwin replied.

"$500?!" Joey was shocked.Bought the patent for the telephone?

"Erwin, you didn't use any...uh, improper means?"

Doing business still has a bottom line.

Erwin was offended: "What are you thinking. You know, when Meucci sold his patent for an early model a few years ago, he sold it for $6. Then he wanted to keep the patent claim, and it turned out I can’t even pay the $10 annual statement validity fee this year.”

Joey: "..." This crazy era.

Maybe it has something to do with not having experienced the economic crisis and inflation?

"If Meucci hadn't met me, he would have gone to the Western Union Telegraph Company in the United States."

Oh wait.Joy remembered that she seemed to have seen reports related to the Italian.

Bell is the world's acknowledged inventor of the telephone—but in the early 21s, America seemed to settle for an Italian who predated Bell.

It is said that he sent a sample of his equipment to the Western Union Telegraph Company to sell them the patent, but was rejected, but the equipment "miraculously disappeared" and was never returned to him.A few years later, Bell's telephone came out.

Joey put the receiver to his ear with a complicated mood: "Mary? Can you hear me?"

"Audible. Very clear," Mary said on the other end of the phone.

Joey heard Vincent's excited voice from the receiver: "Let me come! Let me listen!"

There were a few murmurs on the phone, and then Vincent's high-spirited voice came out along with the faint electric sound: "Joy! Good afternoon! This is really amazing."

Joey smiled and said, "Good afternoon, Vincent."

"By the way, I want to ask you." Vincent's voice was a little softer, and he seemed to turn his head to the other side, "What is this lump of black mud in your laboratory?"

"A lump of black mud?" Joey was stunned for a moment before realizing, "What black mud! That's a gift I prepared."

"Gift?" Vincent and Mary Qiqi in the laboratory were stunned.

"That's right." Joey smiled, "Don't touch it, it's concrete that hasn't solidified yet."

"That's the model of Montjuïc I made by myself—it was scaled down strictly according to the surveying and mapping data of the mountain, and the best cement, mortar and aggregate were used."

"I plan to give it to Antonio to celebrate his upcoming participation in the design of the Montjuic Mountain World Expo venue. You see, a mountain that is still bare now will give birth to a masterpiece under his hands-how, isn't it particularly meaningful, Excellent!"

"Uh..." Vincent looked at the gray-black unknown lump that seemed to be shoveled from the construction site, and was at a loss for words.

Mary grabbed the microphone: "That's right. I'm sure Antonio will like it very much."

She winked at Vincent: You don't understand the romance of an architect.

Joey was satisfied: "Great. I thought he would like it!"

"—Oh yes, you guys have to keep a secret for me."

"It seems that everything is normal on the phone. I believe it will sell well in the European mainland market." Erwin smiled at Joey.

Joey applauded him: "Erwin, your business sense has always been keen."

With the phone, the salon at the Casa Fernandez in a few days' time would be a perfect start.

This day is the day when the results of the second round of elimination voting for the World Expo bid are announced.

I don't know what kind of obsession, Philip and Guell have been encouraging Joey to receive a telegram of good news about Barcelona's promotion to the finals before the start of the salon, as they did more than half a year ago.

"What if I'm not selected? Then my salon will be cool." Joey questioned.

"It doesn't matter, I have already considered this issue, one cannot step into the same river twice." Guell replied with a smile, "The fastest secret postman has brought the news-the final statement of Barcelona's promotion."

So, on the day of the salon, Joey answered a call from the city government in front of everyone.

Putting down the phone, Joey turned around with a smile.

"Guys, Barcelona has qualified for the final selection of the Expo. So, let's celebrate - welcome to the first salon of Casa Fernández."

"I am honored to invite Mr. Sarasate. Together with the Liceu Orchestra, he will play the opening of today's salon for everyone."

"You all went to Mr. Sarasate's concert before, and he played the "Four Seasons"—that is, the first four of Vivaldi's Op.8."

"Today, in response to the theme of this salon, the musicians will play the fifth piece, "Storm at Sea".

"When a storm comes, there will always be storms and storms, but the eye of the storm is calm."

"And in the deep sea below the eye of the storm, whales are still singing, fish are playing in the coral, jellyfish are swimming leisurely through the waves rippling with sunshine, everything under the sea is joyful and peaceful."

"Everyone," Joey motioned for everyone to look down from the patio, "Welcome to twenty thousand leagues under the sea."

The author has something to say: Joey: Throw me niobium and repay me with mud.See if I am very loyal!

Well, Nikola Tesla didn't come to America until 1884.Erwin went ten years early~ Mr. Engineer will leave it to the little queen next door, hehe.