[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

When Joseph left the cafe, everything felt unreal.

He remembered that he asked the young man across from him in astonishment: "Uh, Miguel, may I ask, how many Dukes of Fernandez are there in Valencia?"

Miguel couldn't help laughing: "My friend, although there are many people surnamed Fernandez, there are not many dukes surnamed Fernandez—it should be said that there is probably no second in Spain."

Joseph took a deep breath.

so……

never...

impossible……

"Master, we have to leave quickly, otherwise we won't be able to make it to Hoy Town tonight."

"Master? I really can't delay any longer."

Joseph, with a confused face, suddenly heard a voice in the distance: "Mr. Al, your letter."

postman!

He almost jumped up, and ran to the postman in three steps at a time.

"Sir, I want to trouble you with something!" He stuffed some coins into the postman's hand.

"Just... please take a message to Mr. Gonzalez, the housekeeper at No. 24, when you pass by Alveria Street."

"Just say... the youngest son of the Duke of Fernandez is in Barcelona. He will understand."

"Okay, no problem!" The young postman accepted this inexplicable task. Anyway, he did not miss similar strange commissions.

He whistled and drove the car along the tram tracks towards the city.

Now, more and more Barcelona residents choose to travel by tram, so the roads are also much smoother.Postmen carry large packages of letters, so the old-fashioned way is still used.

He walked through the attic hanging silk thread on both sides of the street, sat on the carriage and looked up.

Barcelona in May is already showing signs of summer.Overhead is the endless clear sky, the white marble church exterior wall is shining like a snowfield under the sun, the beige bell tower surrounded by trees and vines hides the nest of long-necked storks, and the dark blue and orange irises are surrounded by bushes. The maid and the children were happily kicking the shuttlecock.

"33 Oswald Street . . . your letter! I wish you a happy life!"

"17 Narrow Street. Your hat is lovely, fair lady."

"Alberia Street... Oh yes, number 24, that's right here."

He knocked on the door painted light blue, and a little girl poked her head out of the attic window and pushed aside the lemon tree branches that grew to the window sill: "Sir, who are you looking for?"

"Mr. Gonzalez."

"Huh?" The little girl thought for a while suspiciously, "We only have Guterres here."

"Oh, that's probably my memory. It's probably Guterres." The postman waved his hand nonchalantly, "My dear lady, I have to rush to deliver the next one, please tell Mr. Guterres, The youngest son of the Duke of Fernandez has come to Barcelona."

"No problem. Goodbye, sir!" The little girl smiled and waved to him.

mission completed.The postman stepped into the carriage comfortably and continued on to the next street.

……

In the court lounge, Joey took a sip of black tea.No added sugar and milk.

The faint scent of tea rose, and her mood suddenly calmed down.

At least Antonio remembered her drinking tea without sugar and milk.

Antonio took the little girl with pouty mouth and sat at the coffee table next to her.

"Mary, why don't you want to go to school?"

Mary lowered her head, glanced at Joey secretly, and said in a low voice, "I failed the exam."

Antonio, who often skipped classes and failed subjects, was at a loss for words: "..."

Joey was also a little helpless: "Mary, you still have so many perfect marks. What's the point of failing a test?"

Mary was silent for a long time before she suddenly said, "No, this is the second time."

A line of tears suddenly fell down the little girl's cheeks.

Joey was caught off guard and almost spilled the tea: "Uh, why are you crying..."

While weeping, Mary said intermittently: "The last time I failed a test, my favorite professor said in front of the whole class that girls will end up like this..."

"What?" Joey put down his glass.Now she is a little touchy about related topics.

"He said that it is great for girls to be admitted to school, but when the academic difficulty gradually increases and they really enter the difficult research field, they will never be able to achieve the same results as men."

Joey stood up immediately: "Which professor? I'll go find him."

he can.Did he know whom he was insinuating?

Mary shook her head with tears in her eyes: "Now I really failed the test again. Maybe what he said really makes sense..."

Antonio handed Mary another handkerchief and patted her on the shoulder: "Mary, don't worry about mediocre evaluations."

"They can only judge by the past, and you create the future."

The little girl wiped her tears, but her expression was still a little depressed.

"Mr. Gaudi?" Someone knocked on the door, "The press conference is about to start—is it convenient for you now?"

Joey came over and took Mary into his arms: "It's okay, you go. I'll talk to Mary."

When the lounge fell into silence again, Joey lowered his head and looked into the little girl's eyes seriously: "Mary, I'm sorry I got angry just now——I also have a lot of troubles recently, I hope you understand."

Mary nodded silently, sobbing slightly.

Joey sighed.What should she say to the little girl?

How could she tell her that she would spend her life in such resistance.

Her academic achievements will always be accompanied by suspicion and contempt from others.

Even in his later years of success and fame, he will still be subjected to fierce attacks that have nothing to do with academics.

In the end, Joey just hugged the little girl gently.

"Mary, there is nothing wrong with you. You have just shown a genius in a male-dominated field - because of this, you will face much more resistance than boys."

Joy remembered reading the biography of Madame Curie when she was a child, and she still remembered that the book was called "Biography of Outstanding Women that Girls Must Read".

The deeds of the goddess have encouraged her countless times to cheer up, face difficulties, and persevere.

At that time, Joy read about Marie Curie's struggles, and wondered sadly, when she had overcome all the difficulties and reached such heights, but was abused and vilified just because of her gender, was there anyone to hug her? She, tell her, she's not wrong?

But she never thought that one day, that person... would be herself.

"Don't pay attention to the noise in the current society. It is our responsibility to fight against them, and you are just a child." Joey said slowly and solemnly.

Mary's clear light blue eyes looked at her trustingly, just like the young Joy himself, drawing the strength from his predecessors from the words.

"But what I want you to remember is—never doubt yourself, my dear."

"I am proud of you."

"And in the future, you will be the pride of your country, and the pride of the whole world."

……

"Mr. Gaudi, just now when the speaker announced that the parliament passed the bill with an absolute majority, we saw all the members stand up and applaud enthusiastically."

The reporters surrounded the hall tightly, wanting to be the first to interview this young man who made history.

"This also means that, from this moment on, you have become a distinguished guest of the magnificent City Hall, and your name will remain forever in the history of Barcelona."

"However, there is one more thing we are very interested in." The reporter's words had a meaningful ending.

Antonio looked at him calmly, as if he had expected it.

"Hey, I need to make a special statement," the official in charge of the press conference also guessed something, and said with an ugly face, "This press conference is only for the motions related to Mr. Gaudi. Please don't ask irrelevant questions... ..."

"Of course it's relevant!" The reporter hurriedly said, "Everyone knows the close relationship between you and Ms. Fernandez, and naturally wants to know your position on the divorce case of the Demers."

"There are many nobles who say that if you support Miss Fernandez as the rumors say, they will never ask you to design their house, and they will petition you to be removed from the committee, saying 'Barcelona will never let you do this. People design facade buildings'!"

"Please don't disturb the order!" The host was afraid that Antonio would answer this question, so he quickly signaled the guards to invite the excited reporter out.

Can you stop which pot is not open and carry which pot!

Today, the parliament feels dizzy thinking about it.

"Oh, which nobles are they?" Antonio chuckled amidst the commotion, "Please tell me their names."

"Otherwise it would be disgusting to accidentally design their buildings."

There was an uproar in the hall.

"As for the committee..." His voice was immediately interrupted by the host. The official's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, "The press conference is over! It's over! All reporters, please leave immediately!"

The scene was chaotic.The reporter wanted to seize the opportunity to ask more shocking materials from the rebellious architect, but the host was afraid that he would say any more shocking remarks.

However, no one was as excited as a man who squeezed through the crowd in the deep corridor. Compared with the gentlemen in black dresses around him, Jack was different in a suit of indigo muslin.

Seeing that it was almost impossible for him to squeeze into the center of the crowd, he was heartbroken, and simply took off his chic indigo wide-brimmed hat and waved it violently.

As he waved, he shouted: "Mr. Gordy! Mr. Gordy!"

This time, let alone Antonio in the center of the crowd, everyone's attention was attracted.The faces of several guards changed drastically in an instant: "Why did you let him come here?"

But Jack was very proud - how can you timid European old-fashioned people stop our chosen people from the New World.

Facing everyone's astonished eyes, he waved his hat recklessly and shouted: "Mr. Gaudi! These people in the city hall stopped me from seeing you! There is no spirit of fair competition!"

"Then I have to say it here!"

"I am Jack Jones, Special Envoy to the Governor of California, United States of America..."

"Go and stop him! Quick!"

The crackling shutter sound was accompanied by bright flashes of light, and the hall was in chaos.

"Mr. Gaudi, I only learned that you seem to have a conflicting commission after I came here, but it doesn't matter, we respect your choice! We advocate fair competition!"

"Shut up! Get out!"

"But looking at the current situation, you seem to be in some trouble - don't worry, if Barcelona's construction committee does not accept you, our warm and open American people welcome you!"

With a "click", a reporter recorded this extremely dramatic scene.

Amidst the turbulent crowd, guards rushed in the same direction from all directions.

And an American wearing a never-before-seen blue suit (it was later learned that it was called denim) was waving his wide-brimmed hat high, as if waving a flag declaring war—

"The Government of California cordially invites you to cross the Atlantic to serve as our chief architect for the 1879 San Francisco World's Fair!"

The author has something to say: The 1879 World Expo Competing City——

San Francisco: I think I can win.

Barcelona: Heh, the designer you all want to grab is mine.

London: Wake up, the boss hasn't spoken yet.

Moscow: The fighting nation is watching you.

Regarding the name Jack, I suddenly remembered the allusion of "hijack" in hijacking: it is said that Jack is the most common English name, so the hijacking criminals would shout "Hi! Jack!" Snipe to the person with this name.

Well, enough anger, the next chapter is ready to fight back.Thanks to the little angels who have fed the nutrient solution these days!