[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

It was midsummer in early July when Joey left Barcelona, ​​and there was already a hint of coolness in autumn when he came back.

Looking into the distance along the port, the beach under the clear sky is still dazzling golden yellow, like a golden ribbon wrapped around the edge of the blue bay.The beach is dotted with bustling crowds, and tall, slender palm trees raise their fluffy dark green palms between the beach and the city.

However, when the carriage passed through the streets of the city, the sycamore and holm oak trees all over the street had begun to turn yellow, and a piece of orange-red oak leaf with slightly curled edges fell into the carriage. Here comes the brilliant early autumn like colored glass.

Come back, Barcelona.

Joey was exhausted all the way, and after returning to Fernandez's house, he had to listen to Pascal's report on the overall situation of the past month.

Fortunately, it seems that the big events of the past month have all happened in Madrid, and Barcelona has been calm.

The whole city didn't have much reaction to the return of the king. At most, they just made a bet with friends while chatting, and they didn't know how long the 15-year-old returnee king could last on the throne.

—Since the French Revolution, kinghood has been a notoriously high-risk occupation.

Joey just breathed a sigh of relief, the next day, the Fernandez House ushered in two uninvited guests.

Or an uninvited guest with a very unusual identity.

When Alva, the mayor of Barcelona, ​​and Manolo, the speaker, walked in from under the exquisitely curved wooden door frame, one was thin and lean, and the other was plump, like a match and an egg walking together, with a touch of comedy.

"Sit down, my lords."

Mayor Alva took off his black top hat, bowed and revealed his shiny head: "Thank you very much for your kind reception, honorable lady."

Hospitality?

Joey looked uncertainly at the several cups of tea on the table.

Well, if you count the tea set...then this pair of polychrome tea sets is indeed gorgeous.Of course, as the largest local tea distributor, her tea is naturally of the highest quality.

Beside Mr. Mayor, Speaker Manolo, who is known for his round figure and violent temper, snorted lightly in his nose, apparently looking down on the flattering behavior of the smooth politician beside him at the moment.

"Good afternoon, miss."

Joey keenly noticed that the two of them coincidentally omitted the title that should have been in front of "Miss".

oh.She knew it.

"Thank you very much for your contribution to our bid to host the World Expo in Barcelona." Alva smiled, "When I hired you as our special consultant, I said that there is no problem that cannot be solved with you."

He secretly elbowed Mr. Speaker's fat waist in the back—if that bulging arc can still be called a waist.

Manolo raised his beard, nodded and said, "You have paid a lot." You want more.

Joey replied with a smile: "I don't dare to do it. After all, the city of Barcelona is developing well, and the judges of the World Expo Executive Committee still speak based on their strength."

"Of course, this is still thanks to you and Mr. Gaudi!"

Alva followed her very quickly, "Barcelona would not be what it is today if you hadn't introduced the electric lights and the tram system."

"Mr. Gaudi's talent is also extraordinary. By the way, today I finally saw the famous section on the column outside the Fernandez House-that compliment is really flattering. On behalf of the city hall, I would like to express my heartfelt thanks to Mr. Gaudi .”

Manolo glanced at the colleague beside him in horror, and was shocked by his cheeky face that didn't change color and turned black and white.

"Dedicated to the greatest rigorous Barcelona City Hall in the world"?

... Well, if you understand it purely literally, it is not impossible to say that it is a compliment.

"Mr. Mayor, you are really absurd."

Speaking of this, Joey blushed for Antonio, and had no choice but to interrupt Alva's flattery: "However, I think you took the time to come to me, should you have something to talk about?"

"You're right." Alva smiled brighter, "Mr. Manolo had a meeting with you on behalf of the city council, and I want to report some work progress to you today."

"report"?

Joey had a hard time holding back his smile.

When the council agreed to the quid pro quo a little more than a month ago, it seemed reluctant.She also thought about how she would use public opinion to force the City Council to fulfill its promise if they broke their promise after returning.

Manolo seemed really reluctant, and Alva secretly poked him in the waist again.

Well, after all, I accepted the land donated by others, and relied on their strength to successfully bid.

Manolo said reluctantly, "It's like this, miss. According to the consensus we talked about before, Barcelona won the right to bid for the World Expo, so our city council has also started to promote the relevant legislation for discussion-divorce, children Regarding custody rights, you can rest assured that our progress will be announced."

Dissent within the City Council has largely waned, setting the stage for legislation to pass.

After all, what Miss Gordy has done is too shocking—and which member of Parliament can do this?

She has proved with facts that she has an indelible contribution to the development of Barcelona.

"It's really hard work for you and the congressmen." Joey replied with a smile.

It's a bit ironic to say it, but it's true—interests that can't be won by tens of thousands or 10 people marching in the streets may only need one influential figure to achieve.

History is always written by the strong.

"Also, there is one more thing," Alva's tone became more respectful.

"As you know, our glorious Kingdom of Spain has welcomed His Majesty the King again - yesterday, we received a telegram from the central government."

"At that time, His Majesty the King assigned Prime Minister Castillo to send me a special telegram, instructing us to build an encrypted line from the Barcelona telegraph terminal to Fernandez's house, so as to facilitate the direct communication between the Royal Palace of Madrid and you."

Alva's shrewd little eyes sparkled, "Of course we will resolutely implement His Majesty's instructions. But regarding the registration of this encrypted site, how do you think you want to register your name?"

Joey understood as soon as he heard it.

This is in the name of the king, trying to find out who she is.

They probably wanted to ask for a "Bourbon" surname.

It was also hard work for Alfonso.

Joey had specifically told him not to reveal her identity before, but it was good for him to use such a method to neither reveal her identity, but also tell the Barcelona city government very clearly that this lady has a lot to do with the royal family.

So, Joey took a sip from his teacup in a leisurely manner, and said with a calm smile, "My lord, don't you already know my name? Joey Gordy."

"As for other information, if you find anything, I still hope you can help me keep it secret." She put down her teacup and looked at them calmly, "I don't want to cause unnecessary trouble because of my so-called identity."

Before coming back, Joey had considered his own identity.

According to the current situation, it is better to continue to conceal this identity.

According to regulations, unmarried princesses should live in the Royal Palace of Madrid, waiting to be married—a political marriage.

Princess Isabella married Prince Gaetano of the Kingdom of Two Sicilies before the outbreak of the revolution, who later left his wife and committed suicide.

Even the 15-year-old Alfonso was urged to marry by the ministers as soon as he took the throne.Joey could already imagine his brother's speechless face when he saw this proposal.

And Joey didn't want to marry at all, and he didn't want to marry casually because he was arranged to marry a man who had been married to an unknown number of generations of close relatives in another European country, just for the promise of a political marriage.

What's more, as a member of the royal family, every move will be restricted by many royal etiquette.

The experience of the Spanish royal family in the past six years is quite special. Now that she has fled the palace, she does not want to go back.

The current life is perfect, and the so-called princess status does not make any substantial difference to her. She does not want to add those royal shackles to herself.

Of course, this simple desire requires the cooperation of local governments.And she already has a good partnership with them.

"Okay, I understand, Miss Gordy." As expected of an old fritter who has been in the political arena for many years, Alva understood what Joey meant in an instant.

"We will fulfill the royal family's instructions very efficiently and ensure that your communication is convenient and free from interference. Do you have any other needs?"

"Thank you, not for the time being." Joey replied, "You are a very capable mayor—I believe His Majesty the King thinks so too."

"You are too much." Alva bowed deeply, and dragged the speaker away with great satisfaction.

After seeing off the two officials, Joey looked at the temporarily blank schedule and began to happily think about what to do next.

Man is an amazing animal.After being tired for a year, she seemed to be used to this rhythm, and suddenly wanted to find something to do when she was free.

Antonio walked in from the door at this moment.

"The mayor came just now?" he asked, with a gloomy expression on his face, "Do they know anything?"

"Oh, it's nothing." Joey replied solemnly, "They just said that they hope I can assist them in urging you to build all the venues quickly.

She smiled sweetly: "I assure them, I will supervise you well, Antonio."

There is no way out for you, a well-known procrastinator.

Antonio:"……"

He turned to go out and almost bumped into Pascal who was walking in.

"Your Highness, someone is asking to see you again."

Joey felt a little dizzy for a while.

How come the business becomes so busy after leaving for a month?

"Mr. Dago, the headmaster of the school of architecture, and Mr. Bocabella, the bookseller."

Joey glanced at Antonio.

What did he do again, to ask the headmaster to visit his home in person?

Antonio reflexively began to think about his courses and homework in the past month-he swore that he had attended all the courses he was interested in, and handed in the homework of the courses he was not interested in on time.

In fact, most of the professors had learned to turn a blind eye in view of his performance in the past year, with the exception of Mr. Dago.

Pascal understood that they had misunderstood, "Mr. Dago came with Mr. Bocabella. He is the founder of the 'Love St. Joseph Religious Association' and he is here to raise money."

"Oh." Joey responded.

Churches and various public welfare organizations often seek donations from rich people, and as long as it is indeed a charity project, she will generally contribute part of it in cooperation.This time is no exception.

But fundraising is just fundraising. Why would the principal of the architecture school also get involved?

"This association is building a church for the poor, whose patron saint is the Holy Family."

The author has something to say: Don't panic, my dears, I just said that I vaguely see the hope of ending, isn't it about to end!It's used to cheer yourself up and encourage yourself not to cheat (bushi). It's still too early to end...

There will be sweet love, and there will be turbulent plots... (Top the pot and run away)

By the way, I thought of a strange knowledge, because of the Spanish pronunciation, the Spanish version of hahaha is jajaja hahahahaha

Thank you for the beautiful and cute Lei, and thank you for the nutrient solution of the [-]th taillights/thousands of liyings/sea breeze scenery~