In Paising, in front of Parker Elementary School, Grande's truck was squeezed into a group of vans, but it was not conspicuous at all.
The reporters and cameramen who were waiting around the van were a little irritable. Just when they were wondering which media this was, the trunk opened, and the smell of waffles made their faces look relaxed.
Laura caught sight of Grande's truck in the distance. "Alice!" She waved her hand in this direction, then stood on the stage that had been set up and said something impatiently to Kepler, and quickly went to Run this way.
"Alice, you're finally here!" Laura ran closer, bowing and apologizing to the reporters around her, "Sorry for the long wait! Start now! Please wait a little longer!" While approaching Grande, He looked this way with pleading eyes.
"Louise." Zach understood Laura's eyes, "Let's entertain these reporters first."
There is nothing surprising. The third generation of West End made its first appearance as a host. The event was extremely bad.
Take a look around.
The adults in the West End, Smith, Falcon, Patton, Mrs. Quinn... representatives of the first and second generations, all sat behind the podium and yawned, except for Bishop.
On one side of the podium, representatives from Parker Elementary School, including some teachers, primary school students and parents of students, stood in a group, looking confusedly at the scene that was still being set up.
Kepler was still standing on the podium, irritably instructing the group of boys from Reiput High School to arrange the seats under the podium. From time to time, I have to grab the microphone and yell without girlish etiquette, and drive away the compatriots who are running around below - the third generation children of the West District.
Then there was where Zach and the others were now. The media workers crowded around their news vans impatiently, looking helplessly at the chaos at the scene.
They could have turned on the cameras now to record the chaos and turn the West End Third Generation project into a joke. But apparently WestEnders' publicists were very responsible, at least Zach didn't see a camera on. Everyone is waiting patiently for the moment when the scene can be recorded into pictures.
The delicious food alleviated the impatience of these media workers. Louise smiled and shuttled directly from press car to press car, distributing waffles made by everyone in the Grande kitchen. Of course, this smart woman did not forget to announce her name occasionally.
"You have worked hard. Oh, us. We are Laura's friends, we are just here to help. Yes, it is Grande, the funeral home in the South District. Oh, are you Barton Daily? Haha, thank you Last time, Grande was written as 'the only funeral industry that inherits tradition.' Oh, by the way, we are renovating recently, so we want to call it this, thank you."
One lap down. Louise received many business cards, a good harvest.
Occasionally, there will be third-generation children from the West End who are running around in here. Louise will pack the waffles and remind these children, "Go and give them to your parents, grandparents, and grandparents."
At least according to the scenes at the scene, it was not just Laura and Kepler, who were slightly older and knew a lot, who were busy working.
Judging by visual inspection, there is still some time before the real start. Zach put Alice and Louise together and pulled Laura. I started helping the reluctant high school boys arrange the seats at the scene.
"Did you find these people?" Zach asked while putting down the guest's name tags on the folding chairs.
"No, it's Kepler!" Laura rolled her eyes, "Well, there are also some friends from Kyle's previous team."
Zach raised an eyebrow. In the name of decentralization of the people of the West District, the devolution is really thorough. The trivial matters of setting up the event site were left to Laura and the others.
"Speaking of which, where's Kyle?" Zach looked around and found nothing. Instead, I saw Mrs. Barton holding a small plate in one hand and a muffin in the other. She raised her eyebrows and quickly ate a whole piece without anyone noticing, instructing the youngest son of the Falcon family who ran by to get another piece. Come.
"Kyle is at the church, asking for donations from the church." Laura seemed a little irritable. She looked around cautiously and found no one eavesdropping. She lowered her voice and rolled her eyes, "I have no money, and my father won't give it." My grandma won’t give it to me either! I have to raise my own money to build this nursery!”
Zach raised his eyebrows. Wait, this is different from what he heard Smith say. Didn't the adults in the West End agree to donate? It was Zach who missed the point. What Smith said was that they agreed to donate to the renovation project of Parker Elementary School, which would not be started in the near future. He did not say that they would bear the cost of the nursery during the summer vacation.
"Forget it, there's no point telling you!" Laura rolled her eyes again, seeming to complain, and murmured in a low voice, "That guy Blake didn't come to help either. It's annoying."
"By the way, where's Blake?" Zach asked. As the third generation of the West District, the only social adult besides Pochi, his job is still the public relations of the mayor's office, he should be very good at such activities. If he were here, the scene wouldn't be so chaotic.
"He said he could convince the mayor to support it! But no one showed up!" Laura got excited, looked around quickly, and twitched the corner of her mouth irritably.
Zach thought for a while, but to no avail. Forget it, he changed the topic, "I saw Mrs. Quinn was here too." This meant that under the premise that Zach knew that the protagonist of this event was the third generation of the West End, could it be that Bo Qi will also appear? This didn't make sense, especially after Zack had warned Mrs. Queen yesterday about the potential danger of Porky.
"Mrs. Quinn wants to speak." Laura rolled her eyes, "Grandma and the others are just here to join in the fun!" Laura raised her eyebrows and lowered her voice a little, "I said I haven't appeared in front of the Barton people for a long time. Come out. Show your face..."
Zach raised his eyebrows, uh, this is his fault, isn't it because these old people he reminded have not appeared in the eyes of ordinary people for too long.
"But none of them are going to speak. Mrs. Quinn will give a speech and talk about the symbolic meaning..." Laura shook her head, "I don't understand, anyway, this is how the process is arranged. Mrs. Quinn will speak, and then I, Cui. Teacher Sha, then my father, and then the media asked... "
Zach smiled and nodded. This order is very good. Do you understand? Mrs. Quinn, the first generation representative of the West District and a philanthropist, then Laura, the third generation representative and the organizer of this charity event, and then It was the second generation representatives, then the representatives from Parker Elementary School, and finally, the media made the final rendering and summary under the direction of the public relations.
The current situation is chaotic, which may not be a bad thing. The simple truth is that no one likes the protagonist to have smooth sailing. The third generation of the West End, who is the protagonist this time, has to suffer a little bit on such trivial matters and add a bit of drama, and the final report will be good, right? (..)