[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

"Meow--"

Just when Joey was thinking silently and made up his mind to cover the vest to the end, Ziyawu yelled very reservedly behind them.

"What a beautiful cat!"

Miss Mira immediately stretched out the devil's hand, and pulled the cat into her arms.

Following her movements, with a "click", a delicate piece of bamboo slipped out from under Ziyawu's belly and fell to the ground.

"Meow!" Ziyawu, who had been robbed of the baby, cried out aggrievedly.

"Hey, what is this?"

Miss Mira pressed the annoyed purple-toothed crow with one hand, stretched out her other hand wearing an apricot glove, and picked up the piece of bamboo.

"There are a few circles drawn on it. The carving is really beautiful. Is this something new? It looks very interesting."

"Ah," Joey couldn't help laughing when he saw the piece of bamboo.

"It's really interesting. It's a game that originated in China."

"It's called Mahjong."

The colorful lights in the courtyard illuminate the dreamlike courtyard, while in the corner behind the pastel pillars deep in the corridor, there is another subtle atmosphere.

"Mr. Gaudi, you are still young." Sarasate looked at the bustling crowd outside.

Antonio replied lightly: "You are not very old, so you don't have to feel sorry for yourself."

Sarasate smiled: "Young people are like this—they always think they understand what the elders are saying, so they are very impatient."

Antonio was really impatient: "Our architects pay attention to efficiency. What do you want to say, there is no need to start with an overture."

He thought for a while, and added: "Of course, if you really need this time, then I'll excuse you for a while and come back after you finish talking."

"You don't have to be so hostile to me, Mr. Gaudi." Sarasate gave him a meaningful look, "You know about mirages, right?"

Antonio didn't answer, and seemed to be waiting for his next words.

So Sarasate went on to say: "A mirage is beautiful - ethereal, pure, especially when you are a lonely traveler in the desert, it will reflect the deepest desire in the heart, and people will unconsciously want Go in its direction."

"Thirsty people see oases and springs when they are dying, and cold people see firelight. This vision is the most beautiful dream for them, but it is also the deadliest trap."

Antonio's voice showed a trace of coldness: "What exactly do you want to say?"

"Mr. Gaudi, I just remind you kindly." Sarasate sighed slightly, "When you are walking alone in the desert, don't be confused by the mirage and lose your way. You think it is there, just a few feet away from you , but actually, that’s not true at all. You’re not in the same world at all—that’s a chasm you’ll never cross.”

Antonio was silent for a moment, as if reminded of something by these words.

Then, he raised his eyes and smiled: "Excuse me, the person in front of you is an architect. Half of our blood belongs to art, but the other half belongs to science."

"So I have to point out that mirages are formed by the refraction of light in the atmosphere. That is, the refracted object may not be where it appears to be, but it's not too far away - and, what exactly is it? , Light doesn’t lie.”

Sarasate shook her head with a low smile.

"But I do have a question." Antonio took a step forward, his blue eyes as cold as ice: "Mr. Sarasate, what would you do when you encountered a mirage in the desert?"

"Write a song about it and keep going your way?"

At this moment, the door "clicked".

The two looked up and stared in that direction at the same time - the girl in the blue mermaid skirt appeared in the halo of colored lights under the door frame.

Joey looked excited, and when he saw Antonio, he quickly waved: "Antonio, I knew you were slacking off here—hey, Mr. Sarasate is here too!"

She smiled and waved her hand: "I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation-Antonio, I need you to play a game of mahjong."

"...Mahjong?" Sarasate repeated in a low voice, puzzled.

Here's the thing.

When the first mahjong set in Europe appeared in this house for the first time, it attracted the attention of everyone from top to bottom.

This thing... looks really fun.

Although Joey himself only has three-legged cat skills, this does not prevent everyone from quickly starting informal games and enjoying it.

Because there are many rules, within a few days, someone wrote the rules taught by Joey on a large wooden board.The wooden board is placed next to the table, and it contains almost everything from the patterns of Wan, Cake, and Bar to various licensing rules. You can take a look at the rules whenever you don’t remember them, which is very convenient and practical.

In addition, many people have made their own cheat sheets of the rules and put them directly at hand when playing cards.

Soon, almost the whole house, led by the most enthusiastic Ada, became crazy about this fun little gadget.

Seeing that mahjong has received unexpected popularity, Joey has ordered several sets of mahjong for everyone's entertainment in their spare time.

The only requirement is that you can't spend all day rattling in the house, delaying work and affecting children's studies.Of course, there is another reason why Joy didn't mention it—the voice always made her think that she was wearing it back again, and it was easy to cause confusion.

At the same time, she also began to think about the feasibility of mahjong commercialization.

I remember seeing a piece of news before that the Chinese team went to a world-class mahjong competition and only finished 37th.This also reflects the possibility that mahjong is popular all over the world.

So, under Miss Mira's hard work, Joey readily pulled out a set of mahjong and decided to play a set for her and other curious guests to show on the spot.

She counts herself as one, Ada counts as one, and Vincent also actively responded to the call, only one Antonio is missing—in order not to affect the children's studies, she does not let little Mary play mahjong.

At this moment, the cards had been shuffled on the table in the courtyard, and Pascal took a few servants to move the wooden boards full of rules to the side.

Curious guests gathered around and were discussing with one another.

"Wow, these are Chinese characters, so oriental. Mysterious, elegant and romantic!"

"You said, is that pattern a phoenix?"

"No," Joey suppressed a laugh, "it's just a chicken."

As soon as he saw Antonio, Vincent laughed and patted the table: "Three missing one, you are missing, Antonio!"

Oh, the kind call... wait, why is Mary sitting at the table too?

Now there is really three missing and one missing-the one missing is Antonio, and there is no part for her.

Mary turned her head and smiled obediently at Joey: "Miss Fernandez, you are today's host. I believe everyone is more willing to listen to your authoritative explanation."

Joey: "..."

She remembered that Ada told her that the little girl once passed behind her and said quietly: "Don't play that [-], you will regret it."

"Oh, you must have heard it wrong, Ada." At that time, Joey replied, "Mary never plays, at most she passes by the poker table occasionally and glances at it. The rules of mahjong are so complicated, she must still Didn't understand the rules."

Alas, the child has reached the rebellious stage, so it's hard to manage.

This is especially true during the rebellious period of the boss.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of chirping birds when the bamboo cards collided, this unique salon game began like this.

In fact, there was no need for Joey to take the initiative to explain at all. The crowd of onlookers each asked a question, and she covered the whole process just by answering.

"Is this something like bridge?"

"The principle is a bit similar," Joey thought for a while, "Actually, there is a saying that they have a common ancestor—an ancient Chinese leaf opera."

"Oh, I see. It must have been brought by Marco Polo." Miss Mira answered quickly.

"It looks so complicated, I get a headache looking at it..." Joseph stretched his neck like a crane.

"Then why are you looking at it?" Joey smiled and tapped him. "There are rules on the wooden board over there, you can learn about it slowly."

Antonio hit a two cake.

"Hey, I saw this!" Miss Mira exclaimed, "Vincent, you have two identical cards!"

Vincent:"……"

Annoyed, he rumpled his hair into a messy chicken coop, turned around and said, "Miss, please don't say a word, thank you. Eat."

He reached out and took the second cake.

Mary glanced at him: "It's not called eating, it's called touching."

Vincent waved his hand: "It's not important. It's just one syllable anyway! We don't know what it means."

Miss Mira was already close to his ear excitedly: "If you don't know the rules, let me do it! I think I can already play!"

Amidst the chatter and laughter, Joey felt that his existence was actually not that necessary.

She rubbed her hands expectantly: From this point of view, it seems that the mahjong business among nobles can be started.

"Miss Fernandez." Philip's voice sounded amidst the noise.

Joy turned around and saw Philip right behind her.

He whispered: "I just received a call from the office about the latest news about the bid to host the World Expo."

Joey understood, and smiled apologetically at the people next to him: "Sorry, excuse me."

The two walked to a relatively quiet corner, and Philip put the wine glass on the side table casually, with a worried expression on his face.

"While Barcelona made it through to the finals, we seemed to be targeted."

"against?"

"Yes. That's right. San Francisco, Moscow, and London are among the final contenders for the right to bid. They really applied again. Although the French don't like the British, they want to host it themselves. The third World Expo, so instead turned a blind eye to London's behavior."

"so?"

"We have heard from people in the front that the UK seems to be planning to join the US to push Moscow out of the game first, and then deal with Barcelona."

"...Then London and San Francisco are fighting among themselves?" Joey didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Philip smiled wryly: "Who knows. Maybe they can reach an agreement in the end and jointly bid?"

No such thing, Joey thought silently.After more than a century, the World Expo has never had the experience of co-hosting.

Philip also shook his head: "Of course, I think London may look down on San Francisco. After all, they always think that they are culturally orthodox."

"There must be some reason to deal with Barcelona." Joey mused, "What will they use to attack us?"

Philip spread his hands: "This is what our office is currently studying. It's a pity that the first round of presentations has just ended. Those two countries are very smart and did not reveal any information. The reason for inquiring about this information was because they heard Russian diplomats scolded them. A dirty word."

oh.Joey wanted to laugh inexplicably, "That's not all bad news. At least we know that we are not the first target, right? Don't worry, there will be a way."

"It makes sense, you see there is still half a bottle of water," Philip also laughed, "As expected of Miss Luck——I believe you."

"Thank you for your trust. Actually, I have another matter and I want to ask you for help." Joey smiled.

This is the main task of her salon.

"Miss Fernandez, who is so powerful, needs my help?" Philip smiled happily, "Please tell me, I will try my best."

"Member Bartello has submitted a bill to the City Council, the main content of which is to give women equal voting rights with men and an independent legal status."

Joey's mood was far less calm than his voice, "The bill was submitted together with the signatures of 108 famous people, including politicians, entrepreneurs and scientists."

"I sincerely hope that you can vote for this motion."

The author has something to say: I'm sorry, the author...can't play mahjong at all.The product of learning the rules now + brain supplementation, please correct me if there are common sense mistakes, bow down.