[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

At that moment, Joey felt that this scene looked familiar.

Suddenly she thought of Antonio.

It seemed that he suddenly understood his feeling of being completely indifferent to the ridicule of Boaba's classmates in the school cafe.

Like a well-timed proverb.Can the croaking of the frog prevent the cow from going to the river to drink water?

Not only was he not angry at all, but he also found it a little funny.

Joey raised his eyebrows slightly: "I feel sorry for you, and I understand your thoughts."

"After all, memory loss and hearing loss are signs of getting older. It is not always easy for older people to accept new historical trends."

"...What did you say?" The man hadn't reacted yet.

"It's nothing, I just suggest that you read the recently signed "Convention on International Expos", which clearly stipulates the time limit for the qualification of bids."

Joy added with a smile, "Repeated reading helps strengthen memory."

"Good afternoon, it's really early." A familiar voice came from the side.

"Mr. Coubertin!" The clerk was taken aback and straightened up reflexively.

"Uh, Mr. Coubertin, good afternoon." This is what Joey didn't expect.

On the train coming, Baron de Coubertin knew what she was going to do in Paris, but he didn't say anything.Does he still have a relationship with the organizing committee?

The clerk asked respectfully, "Why are you here?"

"I'm here to pick up a distinguished guest." Baron Coubertin smiled and nodded to Joy, "Miss Fernandez, have you encountered any problems?"

The clerk gasped and looked at Joey.Why did she know the vice chairman of the executive committee?

No, that's not the point now.

He is more worried about his job now.

Joey glanced at the clerk lightly, and saw that the man who was disdainful just now had pleading written on his face, as if he wanted to travel back a few minutes and give her a big gift.

"Nothing," she turned her head and smiled at Baron de Coubertin, "I'm just waiting for this gentleman to give me a document."

The clerk let out a long sigh of relief, and gave her a guilty and grateful look.

Thank goodness for this beautiful and kind Miss Spain.

His job was saved.

Next time, if this young lady needs him in anything else, he will definitely do his best!

"I have to say, you are not being honest, Mr. Coubertin." Joey and Baron Coubertin walked to the window.

Through the bright floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the wide and calm Seine River.As the sun sets, the Seine sparkles with warm fuchsia.

"I apologize for this, Ms. Fernandez." Coubertin said apologetically, "I didn't expect to meet you on the train. In fact, I am the vice chairman of the Executive Committee of the World Expo—if my colleagues Knowing that I developed a close personal relationship with you before work even started, I guess it's not very good for either of us."

"But you still showed that you know me." Joy pointed this out with a smile.

"Indeed." Coubertin spread his hands, "but it's too strange not to talk when we meet. After all, I'm not Pierre's father here, but the vice chairman of the executive committee, and I've made good friends with representatives from various countries. Networking is also an important part of the job.”

"And I still have a legitimate reason to come here-although it is still some time before the presentation, besides you, friends from San Francisco have also arrived earlier."

oh?Joey thought about it.

She did arrive much earlier than the normal registration time, and Philippe, as the head of the Barcelona bid, will arrive on the officially stipulated date.

She came so early in order to make some preparations before the arrival of representatives from other countries.So, why did the Americans come so early?

The baron seemed to see her doubts: "New York City officials also came with him. Our French government is going to give the American government a statue to celebrate the centenary of their independence. Mr. Bartholdi, the designer of the statue, thinks that placing The ideal location for the statue is Bedloe Island in New York City."

The United States became independent in 1776, so the centennial is two years away.

Joey suddenly remembered something, and felt a little dreamy for a while: "That statue... is the Statue of Liberty?"

She had heard that the Statue of Liberty was given to the United States by France, but she did not expect to witness this process. Once again, she felt that she was on the pulse of history.

"You also know?" The baron gave her a surprised look, and then lowered his voice a bit, "Ah, to tell you the truth, this gift has been a bit embarrassing until now. A hundred years ago, if it weren't for our support, How could they have become independent from British rule so easily?"

Joey nodded in understanding.

Of course.Supporting American independence could weaken Britain - the enemy of your enemy is your friend, which of course was a lucrative business for France at the time.

"But now we want to give them a gift that symbolizes freedom, and we are so busy about it, they are not very enthusiastic, and they even have to consider whether to accept this gift. Alas! If they don't accept it in the end, we will be as if we were confronted by someone. Like a slap in the face."

"Don't worry, they'll take it eventually."

Then that statue will become much more famous than the prototype in the Luxembourg Gardens in Paris.

Joey was in a delicate mood, but he still spoke a few words of sympathy.

"Mr. Coubertin! I finally see you!" An exaggerated voice came from behind them.

The two turned around and saw that the three of them had already approached.

Two of them were so excited that they opened their arms. The baron had never seen such a warm greeting when they met for the first time. He took a small step back subconsciously, and stopped quickly after remembering the etiquette.

"Let me introduce myself first..."

David in New York City and Alex in San Francisco.Joey silently wrote down their names, then smiled and waited for them to introduce the third person to him.

"Oh, I think you don't need to introduce Mr. Sarasate anymore." The baron stopped the two American colleagues who were overly enthusiastic when they met for the first time, and looked at Joey with a smile: "I think Miss Fernandez must know him .”

"Actually, I also know Miss Fernandez." Sarasate laughed.

Alex said "Oh" and clapped his hands: "So, we have already found the person we are looking for today."

The two Americans agreed to discuss with Baron Coubertin about donating the statue, while Sarasate came to find Joey.

After bidding farewell to the others, Sarasate looked down at Joey: "How are you doing recently?"

The setting sun fell on his black hair, outlining the golden red edges, and also reflected the bright light in his eyes.

"Alive." Joey said honestly, "How are you?"

Sarasate was suddenly amused: "Maybe it's better than being alive. I just finished the concerts in Paris and Geneva, and I can take a rest for a while."

Now Joey felt a little embarrassed: "This...it seems to be interrupting your vacation."

"how?"

Joey laughed: "We need you to earn some popularity for Spain."

"Sarasate!" A voice shouted in surprise from behind, "You are indeed here!"

Sarasate's expression suddenly became a little stiff, and Joey turned his head curiously.

It seems that there are quite a few people I met here today.

"Oh, I've been looking for you for a long time!" The person who spoke was a tall, slightly fat, middle-aged man who looked about 40 to [-] years old and wore a pair of round rimless glasses.

He glanced at Joey curiously, "Who is this lady?"

"Just call me Joey." Joey replied naturally.

"Oh, it would be nice to say you are Spanish, too!"

Joey didn't know why the gentleman became excited for no reason, and his eyes began to shine.

"George Bizet—very nice to meet you." He held out his hand enthusiastically.

Georges Bizet?

Joey went over the name several times in his mind.It sounds very familiar. If he has something to do with Sarasate, is he another person who left his name in the history of music?

"That, George..." Sarasate hesitated to speak.

"It's a pleasure to meet you!" Bizet interrupted, and began to speak to Joy with great enthusiasm. "I'm writing an opera now, and I think it will be a great work!"

"I'm sure it will," Joey replied politely.

Very confident.

"This opera is about..."

"George, I don't think Joey will be particularly interested in these contents." Sarasate seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, and directly interrupted George's words.

Joey couldn't help raising his eyebrows slightly puzzled.

Sarasate has always been known for being personable and impeccable in etiquette, and rarely interrupts others suddenly.

But this made her even more curious, "What are you talking about? It doesn't matter, Mr. Sarasate, I'm quite interested."

"It's a story about a gypsy girl," Bizet continued enthusiastically, not paying attention to Sarasate's blocking eyes, "it's not an ordinary opera diva, she's glamorous, pungent, and loves freedom , and not a decent person.”

"Hmm..." Joey began to feel that something was wrong.

"She fell in love with a soldier, causing the soldier to abandon his original lover, and then he was arrested and imprisoned for letting her go. After he was released from prison, the soldier chased the girl and became a smuggler. As a result, the girl fell in love with a bullfighter, and when the bullfighter was victorious, he died by the sword of the previous soldier."

"Miss Fernandez, don't you think this story is particularly exciting, especially suitable for creating a great opera!"

Bizet looked at her expectantly.

"..." Joey was confused for a long time, and answered carefully and carefully: "Who can say otherwise?"

The composer was greatly encouraged: "I have almost finished writing this opera, but the first stanza sung by the heroine in the first act always lacks a little inspiration. But, but! I just saw your At the first glance, I felt that I had an inspiration all of a sudden, and I could write about this charming gypsy girl!"

"Joy, don't get me wrong." Sarasate said quickly, "George was just joking. He definitely didn't mean to call you a gypsy girl."

He secretly winked at Bizet, but Bizet didn't seem to understand his meaning at all, and continued to say enthusiastically: "I don't know if you are interested in listening to the part I have made, and then give me Just a moment, let me compose this song about a gypsy girl? It's called "Love is like a free bird", and I would like to dedicate this song to you!"

Sarasate sighed silently inwardly, he could not save this old friend.

Who is Joey?

Who are the gypsies?

Even if the royal family has abdicated for many years, she was once a princess.He actually said in Joy's face that she gave him the inspiration to write--inspired to create a gypsy girl!

He was ready to appease the furious princess.

Unexpectedly, Joey didn't show any anger, but suddenly showed an expression of disbelief: "This gypsy girl...is her name Carmen?"

"Yes! How do you know? I haven't finished writing this work, is it already famous in Spain?" Bizet looked surprised.

...God.

Joey couldn't help but shook his head while laughing: "More than that, far more than that. Sir, you are right, it will definitely become a great work."

"—probably one of the greatest, I think."

The author has something to say: Friends, can you be nicer to Antonio, he just got a serious injury and can’t move in bed, you have to recuperate after chasing your wife, orz

Thank you for the drizzle and wet streamer, the watery and cute landmine, and thanks to Jiuxian, Gusu Ji, 23407440, ah, ah, Gardenia for the nutrient solution~

Thank you for your patience, woo woo woo, both men's and women's teams won!