[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

The French took our 1878 World's Fair.

Now, they're taking away our rising architectural stars!

The national soul of Catalonia is burning.

"Please wait, our French friend," Philip's voice sounded behind Roland, "I'm afraid you need to check the schedule of our architect in Barcelona before sending out an invitation on behalf of Paris."

Roland didn't take it seriously: "Isn't everyone inviting? How can I have double standards? Is it because I'm not Spanish? We are good partners who are connected by blood to the north and south of the Pyrenees Mountains. "

"Large buildings like World Expo venues are of course different from general reconstruction." Miss Mira was not to be outdone, and immediately pointed out that he was secretly changing the concept.

"Oh, then it's easier to weigh which is more important." Roland smiled brighter, "The World Expo is a grand event to showcase our southwestern European civilization to the world, and other buildings should naturally stand aside. There is no need for investigation —Barcelona isn’t going to host the 1878 World’s Fair anyway, is it?”

A young man hurriedly put down his wine glass and stood up, then was held back by several people around him: "Calm down, don't look like we are bullying people because of our numbers! Catalans don't do that kind of despicable thing."

Philippe raised his voice to silence the commotion: "Yes, Barcelona will not host the 1878 World's Fair. But Mr. Gaudí will design the main pavilion for the 1879 World's Fair - you shouldn't expect him to build it in just one year." Raise a gigantic monster on a mountain."

"Ah?" Roland asked sincerely in doubt, "But Barcelona hasn't successfully bid yet. From what I know about the cities that have advanced to the final selection, the chances of winning are not great."

"...We will succeed. Don't worry about that." Philip almost squeezed the words out of his teeth.

"Well, I'll take it as God bless Spain." Roland shrugged, "But even so, I heard from old friends in the construction industry that even Mr. Gaudi was allowed to join the so-called expert decision-making circle in your city. The planning team of the World Expo is still controversial, let alone let him be the designer of the main venue.”

Philip's expression froze.The Frenchman was right—the main problem was that José Abbas, who chaired the venue's planning committee, was adamantly opposed to the young architect's inclusion.

reason?too young.

Now, it is almost an open secret that Jose has hostility towards this junior.Many people even murmured behind their backs that the so-called invitation of Boaba to participate in the competition because Gaudi was too young might be just an excuse.

"I'm afraid they have caught this up-and-coming star and threatened him to submit," the conspiracy theorist swears. "It's a pity that there is no impenetrable wall in the world. Gold always shines!"

Philip struggled fiercely in his heart for a moment, and finally made a major decision. "You don't have to worry about this problem, we can solve it right away."

Um?This time, even Antonio couldn't help looking at Mr. Executive with a little surprise.

He knows that not everyone welcomes him to join the Expo's design team.

"Mr. Antonio Gaudí," Philippe said, "will hold an important position in the designer team of the Barcelona World Expo. The parliament will make this appointment decision-the decision of the parliament is more effective than the World Expo Planning Committee."

Actually not.

But at this moment, Philip made up his mind and bet his career.

Because the sense of national crisis in his heart has been awakened-at this moment, Barcelona needs someone who stands up and makes a decision.

He believes that when he goes back, he will explain the situation to the upright Mr. Speaker Manolo, which will definitely push forward the realization of this matter.

The highest criterion now is to never let the Frenchman's conspiracy succeed!

"Let's just assume what you said is true." Roland snorted, "I don't intend to offend. I need to point out that you were the one talking to me from the beginning to the end. But you have to know that people are free—and so are architects .”

"Mr. Gaudi," this time, he walked directly in front of Antonio, "all Europe knows the injustice you suffered in this small place of Barcelona."

"Please believe that some big cities want to extend an olive branch to you - such as our world-class metropolis in France, the capital of art, fashion, culture, romance, and a cultural city with a long history, Paris. "

He smiled and opened his hands, full of confidence.

"I only listen to the choices you make yourself."

"……Oh."

Antonio, who had watched the play for a long time, realized that the good show was over.

Pity.The scene just now was very exciting. If it continues, it may inspire some creative inspiration.

He took the time to pat the crooked tie on his chest, and smiled faintly: "Mr. Roland, thank you and the people of Paris for your love."

The hearts of everyone present were raised in this polite sentence.

——Is this young man going to be tempted by the beautiful promise? !

Please, don't boost the morale of outsiders on such occasions!

Catalonia needs you!

Amid the turmoil at the scene, Antonio's voice did not rise at all, and remained indifferent and calm: "Just, I hope you understand a little bit."

Until then, there was a trace of sarcasm in his smile: "When you want to praise an architect, it is definitely not a wise choice to belittle his country."

……

"Congratulations, Mr. Gaudí! I look forward to your works at the World Expo." It was the first few people to clink glasses.

Antonio silently glanced at the glass he had emptied again.

He already felt faintly dizzy.

"Excuse me, excuse me."

He managed to squeeze his way into the house against the flow of people, breaking free from the crowd—they were like crazy sardines swirling around him like a bait.

Especially in this house, it is especially suitable for the occasion.

"Mr. Gordy. Have you seen my rosin?" A deep voice sounded from behind.

Antonio stopped.

He turned his head, glanced at Sarasate holding the wine glass without surprise, and gestured to the side with a cold expression: "Maybe behind the pastel pillar over there."

Sarasate gracefully stretched out her hand to signal: "Then, maybe you can listen to me while you're looking for rosin."

At the same time, in the courtyard surrounded by fantastic lights, the "Barcelona Evening News" was delivered.

Joey picked up a copy and caught a glimpse of the eye-catching headline——

"The Demer family filed for bankruptcy."

Only then did she remember that she hadn't seen the Demers for a long, long time.

Moment mood a little complicated.

Barcelona is a thriving city, but it also has that innocent cruelty that all thriving cities have.

Countless people rode the tide of the times here, and countless people fell off the wave here, only to leave the stage sadly.

Everything else seems to be boring news, and the "Evening Post" really deserves its reputation for being unhealthy.She quickly scanned around, and her eyes were attracted by the small square in the lower right corner: "Zaragoza surrendered to Carlos."

"Zaragoza? Barcelona should be fine." Joey muttered.

When she was studying the history of the city of Barcelona, ​​she did not see any record that the city was affected by the Carlos War.That should have been unaffected.

And Zaragoza is also in the middle of northern Spain, and Barcelona is on the northeast coast, so there is nothing to worry about.

"Hey, Carlos is still playing. It's been a few years, and he doesn't feel tired. Barcelona must be fine, he can't fight." Joseph leaned over and couldn't help laughing.

"Actually, if you want me to tell you, it's fine even if you call." A young man interrupted abruptly, "To be honest, what is the essential difference between Carlos and Isabella II?"

Joey glanced at him.She knew this person and was invited by her - Ricardo, a reporter who had previously written a series of true feelings for the Fernandez House.

He is a passionate young man.Just now I planned to roll up my sleeves and beat Mr. Roland.

"Of course there is a difference." Miss Mira retorted, "Before the queen at least wanted to promote secularization, but Carlos wanted the church to rule everything. Can you imagine that the most authoritative institution in Barcelona is the Inquisition? The earth is several times round. Centuries later, the 'Great King' wants us to go back to the Middle Ages. Don't even think about it!"

"You know that's not what I mean!" Ricardo said hastily. "I mean, you see, they are all descendants of the Bourbon dynasty - those are the soft-legged shrimps of the south. And we Catalonians Asians are different."

"The soft-legged shrimp in the south" Joey said with some guilt: "How can you say that. The Kingdom of Castile and the Kingdom of Aragon have been merged for more than 300 years. Spain has long been a whole."

She knew that Catalonia's independence crisis had occurred in later generations, but she didn't pay special attention to it. She only knew that this issue had historical origins.

However, in this life, in the memory left by Princess Rose, she actually only knows about the history of Catalonia.

700 years ago, Aragon with Zaragoza as its capital and Catalonia with Barcelona as its capital merged to form the Kingdom of Aragon.

More than 300 years ago, the Kingdom of Aragon and Castile in the south centered on Madrid merged and merged to become the Kingdom of Spain.

...So it has been more than 300 years since the founding of the People's Republic of China, there is nothing wrong with it.

"A lady from the south like you probably doesn't understand our history. But you have to know that we in Catalonia fought to the last moment for freedom and honor!" Ricardo clenched his fists.

"Miss Fernandez, let me ask you, what was celebrated on September 9 last year, Catalan National Day?"

Joey: "...?" Is this a spot check with knowledge points?

She was busy with the development of Montjuic at the time and had no recollection of it at all.

Her mood at this time was as if she was suddenly called out for a solo: "...Uh, sorry, I seemed to be sick at that time, I don't know much..."

Ricardo patted the table: "It's not because you're sick. It's because there was no celebration!"

"Or -- there's no overt celebration. We can only celebrate this day in our hearts."

"Why?" He never expected that this was actually a trap question.

"You may not know the origin of the National Day. In the battle for the throne in the early 18th century, Barcelona and Madrid supported the two heirs respectively - you know, Madrid won in the end. But at that time, even if the Bourbon army in Madrid and the For four months the Allied forces laid siege to Barcelona, ​​and nearly blew it into ruins, and the people of the city did not surrender."

"And Catalan National Day commemorates September 1714, 9, when Barcelona finally fell!"

Joey was shocked.

If she understood correctly, did they regard the day of defeat as a national day of remembrance?

... Catalonia is truly an amazing nation.

"Actually, the Montjuic Castle you own was specially used to suppress the rebel forces here after the army captured Barcelona at that time - the cannons there were aimed at Barcelona back then."

Joey: "..."

She thought with a heavy heart that she must make up for history.

To others it might just be a slogan for a political movement, but to her it was a matter of life and death.

Ricardo was heartbroken: "I have said so much, just to tell you one thing."

"Madrid can abolish Catalonia's independent political institutions for hundreds of years and forbid us from celebrating National Day. But our national soul will burn forever!"

The author has something to say: Joey: I just found out that it was a proposition at the beginning. Is there still time to go back to the starting point and read the file? QAQ

There are a lot of historical facts in this chapter, ah... But explaining these backgrounds is very important for the subsequent plot, please forgive me!

In addition, it must be specially stated that the history mentioned in the article is real history, and what happened is based on the actual events + dramatic interpretation of the timeline in the article. There will be further development in the follow-up. Please do not take it out of context, nor does it represent the author's tendency~ It's not a history book, it's just a novel, please read it and let it be over, don't have preconceived prejudices!

Changed my pseudonym (and was grabbed by the sharp-eyed little angel orz again), and opened a Weibo @月零万川 by the way. If you have any comments and suggestions, please take care of my emotions and don’t post comments. Welcome to Weibo Click on me~ I will seriously reflect on it.But the author is true. I haven't been on Weibo in 800 years. I guess I will go to see orz after the end. Don't go to Weibo to find me if you are in a hurry.

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