Mrs. Quinn's interest in Indian culture has been amplified. Those arriving guests cannot first inquire about Quinn's recent news about promoting a certain medical thing, nor can they open their mouths just to make friends with these people from the West End. They need something to start the conversation. The niche Indian culture serves as the starter here.
"Bald Eagle." In the circular front hall, the arriving guest eagerly held Mrs. Quinn's hand and sighed as she looked at the carpet, "The Indian totem that once represented freedom has now become the cornerstone of the Federation..."
That's pretty much it, don't use it as a serious term like flattery. It is necessary to leave a good impression on the host of the party, especially the guy who arrives early.
Mrs. Quinn kept smiling, nodded and looked away. Amanda didn't come up to remind him who this person was, which meant that he was not important, so there was no need to waste precious time socializing with him. The only reason Mrs. Quinn came to the front room was to make sure Zach was with Blake.
Zach smiled and nodded to Mrs. Quinn, then patted Blake's arm, "Are you anxious? The party has just begun."
Blake stared at the middle-aged man walking past Mrs. Quinn, his face not very good, "That's the director of the advertising department of Barton Daily. I need to talk to him."
Blake used 'need' to express his urgency. It’s not that this young man born into a political family is impatient, it’s that Zach has restricted his freedom!
Zach, who arrived early, met the real client, the elder of the Stone family, and followed Blake. "Blake, I'm sorry, my task today is to keep an eye on you." Zach used The expression of helplessness also added a tone of grievance. "How about you take it easy on me?"
What could Blake say to this very favorable Mr. Grande? He could only nod. At least make Zach's job easier by not talking to anyone much when the elders are around.
"Advertising department?" Zach looked at the middle-aged man who had just used the carpet as a topic to impress Quinn. "I thought you would be interested in social news. Why is it the advertising department?" Zach was really confused. .
"I hope to set up a consultation hotline." Blake said with distress on his face. “If no one knows the hotline number, there’s no point in it, right?”
Zach blinked and it seemed to make sense, but when he thought about it carefully and shook his head, it didn't make sense at all. In Barton City, there is only one place where people with the same attributes as Blake gather (the nightclub Wes went to), and it would not be more efficient to distribute flyers there.
Blake saw the look on Zach's face, honestly. It's not a disappointment. Only 'yes people' will understand this kind of thing. He explained in a low voice, "The hotline is not only for people like us, but also for their families and friends... who love them and the people they love." people, that’s what’s important.”
Zach understood and looked at Blake with a smile. This young Stone. He has a truly live heart.
Looking at the middle-aged man entering the main hall, Blake shook his head. Mrs. Quinn drifted over from time to time to pay attention to the looks in his and Zach's eyes, preventing him from catching up and chatting. He gave up.
"Let's go." Blake said to Zach in disappointment, "Let's go see Laura and the others. I can't contact anyone here."
Zach tilted his head, finally expressed reassurance to Mrs. Quinn, and followed Blake to the side hall.
Their destination is not the side hall. Instead, continue to the kitchen on the side.
As boys and girls who grew up in such a family, they know very well that although it is called a dinner party, they must not expect to get anything on the table! These people are here to talk, so they are not prepared to talk quietly when they are close to each other. Let the person you want to date smell the garlic in your mouth!
So for these younger generations, real dinner is in the kitchen.
Of course, Blake was long past the age of eating in the kitchen, and if it weren't for his own private purposes, he would have been the social butterfly at the dinner party. The most promising young generation in the West District, this halo is not small. But knowing that he wouldn't gain anything tonight, he didn't care anymore and didn't even want to have normal social interactions. Quite self-destructive.
"Kepler!" an angry girl's voice sounded as the two entered. The little girl, who was about eleven or twelve years old, was wearing an exquisite dress and shouted to Kepler, who was two heads taller than her, "You What did you feed my brother?"
Kepler shook a can of ketchup in his hand, looking innocent, "What!"
The girl grabbed it, opened the lid, and smelled it. This had nothing to do with ketchup, but chili sauce.
The girl slammed the jar to the ground, "Kepler!"
The bright red stained the dresses of those around him.
Kepler stared at the hem of his long dress, his expression became ferocious! Yes, ferocious, but very beautiful.
Laura didn't dare to neglect, and quickly winked at Alice, who had been shrinking a bit, and together they grabbed Kepler who was about to rush out and beat someone up.
"What are you doing!" Blake frowned and growled with oppression. The teenagers who were about to be in chaos became quiet. The oldest contemporaries showed up just in time.
Zach looked at Alice who was at a loss. Well, this doesn't seem to be a good atmosphere. I'm afraid it was a wrong decision to bring Alice here.
Blake stared at Kepler and Laura without saying a word, walked towards the angry little girl, sighed, and asked comfortingly, "Where is your brother?"
"Back there!" The girl was still staring angrily at Kepler, with tears beginning to fill her eyes. When Kepler was about to rush over, she was really frightened. Now the anger began to turn into grievance, "He, he kept crying. !can not stop!"
"Let's go take a look." Blake turned back and glared at Kepler, patted the girl and walked back.
"Oh!" Kepler began to push further, "Are you going to leave and run away while crying?! Why don't you cry and go find your mommy!"
"Kepler!" Laura forcibly turned her friend around and looked at Alice with an apologetic look, as if to say, 'I'm so sorry for letting you see this. '
"What's wrong!" Kepler glared at his friend, "I just don't like the Falcons!"
Zach raised his eyebrows. Kepler is really a strange girl. She is Yuri, Smith's enemy. She is in love with his young master. She is Falcon, Smith's friend and partner. She really hates him. It seems that there is still a long way to go before Smith's family business can be passed on to her...
After Kepler rolled his eyes several times, he stared at the hem of his skirt irritably, "Now I have to change my skirt! What an irritating guy!"
Laura shook her head helplessly, pushed her friend who complained after causing trouble, said hello to Zach, and took Kepler away. Then Zach stood alone among several strange boys and girls.
"Hey, you!" A boy raised his chin at Zach proudly, "That Blake's new follower!"
Zach pointed to himself, meaning 'Call me?' '
"Yes! It's you!" The boy was wearing a well-fitting tuxedo with a tablecloth around his neck. He was sitting at a table specially prepared for these young masters and princesses, handling a piece of steak. He dropped the tableware in his hand and threw it away arrogantly. He waved like a puppy, looked at Zach with a playful smile, and lowered his voice, "Hey, tell us. What did that Blake do again? Why are you being followed again?"
Zach raised his eyebrows, responded to the boy's call, walked into the table, and saluted slightly, "Zachary Grande. You can call me Zach. I am just entrusted to protect the safety of Mr. Stone."
"Okay!" the boy drawled, "It's just a dinner party! What danger could he be in?" His eyes swept over the faces of several other boys and girls, all of them had expressions of strong curiosity, " Tell us! We swear we won’t tell!”
He seemed to have thought of something, "Grand?" The boy saw the gesture prompt of the girl next to him, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Zach again, "You are the Grande! I can pay! How much? "
Zach looked at these gossiping young people with some amusement. Inexplicably, Zach understood Mrs. Quinn's words better.
Do you still remember the group of decrepit old people in the reception room when Mrs. Queen first came to the Grand Funeral Home? Although Mr. Quinn's death is a blow to them, they are really very old. Mrs. Quinn's joking "will be lying in Grande's cemetery at any time" is sadly true.
But according to their age, these third-generation guys shouldn't be so young. Even the oldest Pochi is only in his twenties, and the ones in front of him are even younger than Laura and Kepler.
This can only show that the elders of the West District have spent too much energy on creating a legacy that can be passed down, but instead allowed these guys who really bear the legacy to be born too many years later...
It has become easier to understand that the aging first generation wants to apply "miraculous favor" to these children who came to this world many years later.
Zach smiled and shook his head at the boy, "I'm really just protecting Blake Stone." As if he was having fun, Zach blinked, "One day, I will protect you like this too."
The boy shook his head desperately, picked up the tableware again, and pouted at his companions, "I knew this dinner was definitely not for that guy Pochi."
Zach raised his eyebrows and remained quiet.
"Yes." Another boy shook his head helplessly, "Yesterday, someone from the office came to talk about the election campaign."
The topic has been opened, but it's not at all what Zach imagined. After everyone complained that their elders had been harassed recently, the target of the complaint fell on Blake.
"Hey!" Let us summarize with a little guy's complaint, "It's over. It seems that Stone and the others are planning to leave Blake in Barton! From now on, we have to hear Blake do this and Blake do that every day! It's stressful! so big… "
Yes, the focus of this dinner is not on Porky at all, but on Blake. The mayoral race has already begun secretly. Today, the Stone family will arrange a review for Blake to choose which side to join. (..)