Presidential Studies

By the time Zhen always woke up, it was already afternoon.

He looked at the unsent message on his mobile phone, deleted it, and sent a greeting that he was sober.

Qin Jinnian didn't reply. At this point, he should have fallen asleep.

After sending the message, Mr. Zhen got up from the cradle chair and stretched his waist. Because of his sleeping position, his body was a little sore at the moment.

Although he was sober, his body still smelled of alcohol, so he had no choice but to get into the bathroom.

............

Carlos was also drunk, he slept much more deeply than Mr. Zhen, and it was the housekeeper in the manor who came to him for something and woke him up.

When he woke up, the servants told him that the guest was already in the study.

"Sorry, really, I fell asleep."

When Carlos entered the study room, Mr. Zhen was flipping through a pure F novel. Judging from the number of pages he had read, he should have been waiting for a while.

"It's okay, I'm leaving tomorrow."

Really said with a smile.

When he saw someone coming, he put down the book in his hand and stuffed it back into the original bookshelf.

"No, no, no, Yufang said before going to work this morning that she would take you around Hualai Street in the evening. Recently, a new emerald plaza has opened there, and it's very lively."

Carlos shook his head violently, thinking to himself:

If Xie Yufang's plan is broken, she will become very scary!

As for how terrible?Just don't let the truth know...

In order not to miss the appointment for the evening event, Carlos became very talkative in the following negotiations, and the renewal of the cooperation contract was quickly finalized. Chengtian was still in charge of the agency work of country C, and the price remained unchanged.

Nowadays, the brand of Wild Rose is getting louder and louder, which is undoubtedly a profit for Zhen Zong.

Not long after finishing the official business, Xie Yufang also returned to the manor after get off work, and the three of them got together again for dinner.

............

Xie Yufang's planned location is located at the edge of the city, but still very lively square.

The reason why Emerald Square is called this name is not only because its design elements contain emerald elements, but also because it is a music square.

In every corner of the square, there is almost a street performer performing.

Today is the weekend, and there are too many people in the square. Even if three people walk together, they are crowded out many times.

Mr. Zhen looked at Carlos, who was far away from three or four people, and shook his head helplessly, signaling him not to worry about himself.

There are indeed too many people here, but there is no way, because the center of the crowd is doing activities now, and it seems to be couple activities.

The original square was a flat area, and there were only statues or flower stands in some decorative places, but now, a tall square platform was built in the center of the square.

Looking up from the stage, you can see a blond host standing next to a couple.

The host did not hold a microphone, so the voice of the speech was not loud, but fortunately, the people around were quiet enough to hear clearly, he was explaining the rules of the game.

In fact, it is roughly a game of tacit understanding between two people for the postgraduate entrance examination. The couple on the stage just signed up to stand up, in order to win the grand prize set by the organizer:

A special custom model with two people's names - electric toothbrush.

Zhen always felt a little embarrassed in the audience, but what made him even more embarrassed was that Carlos and Xie Yufang were excited to sign up after listening to the host!

Although he didn't understand the attraction of the custom-made electric toothbrush with their names on the boss of the multinational winery, Zhenzong still cheered them up with a smile before continuing to wander around.

He had no purpose, and his direction of progress was purely based on intuition. As he walked, there were indeed fewer people around him, but Zhenzong himself was already approaching the edge of the square.

A pleasant melody came from my ear, a husky man with a deep and affectionate voice was sitting alone by the flower bed, strumming the guitar in his arms, and singing intoxicatedly with his eyes closed.

In front of him is a guitar bag spread out on the ground, which contains some scattered coins of small value.

Obviously, his business was not doing well this evening.

Mr. Zhen pulled down the neckline of his coat, took two steps forward, and put a large-value coin into the opponent's guitar bag.

This is what Carlos asked him to keep alive before he went out. After all, country F is not like China, where you can scan the code to pay everywhere. Even if you swipe the card, it depends on the place.

The street performer seemed to have felt Zhenzong's movement, and opened his eyes. After seeing the reward in the guitar bag, his eyes were a little surprised and joyful.

"Thank you, kind sir, hope you have a great evening!"

The guitar in his hand didn't stop, the melody was still there, and he sang words of thanks.

"You are Welcome."

Zhen Zong also replied in pure F language.

Maybe it's because there are no audiences now, but this street performer actually uses the form of singing to communicate with Mr. Zhen.

"Are you here for a tour, sir?"

After all, Zhen Zong really does not look like a local.

After he finished singing, he actually gave Mr. Zhen time to answer.

"Well, it is."

A business trip can almost be considered tourism.

"Then sir, you are right to come to Emerald Square."

He continued to sing, and he sang several eight beats for Zhenzong to popularize the playability of this square.

Finally, I mentioned it as if I remembered something.

"By the way, sir, do you know about Maria's tears?"

"Ok?"

I really don't know this.

Speaking of this, the man stopped singing and stopped the guitar in his hand,

"Although it's not famous, it's our most effective wishing pool." The man pointed to the direction behind Mr. Zhen, "It's just behind the small church. If you are interested, sir, you can go and see it."

"I see, thanks."

After Mr. Zhen finished speaking, he put a new coin in the guitar bag and got up to leave.

............

Although he was not very interested in the wishing pool mentioned by the street performer, Zhenzong, who had nothing to do, still came to the destination after wandering around.

But when he got there, he couldn't help but doubt the authenticity of the other party's words.

Because there is really no one near this wishing pool!

This is a not-so-big fountain. The bottom of the water is lit with light blue and green mixed lights, which makes the water column gushing in the middle very beautiful.

Below the water column is a female sculpture with an unknown disc in her hand and her face slightly lowered. The water splashed on her face, making her look like tears in the corners of her eyes, which may be the source of the name of the wishing pool.

On the bottom of the pool and on the disc, there are many wishing coins that people put in when making wishes. Judging by the number, there are really quite a few.

Now that he was here, Zhen always touched the money in his pocket, wanting to do as the Romans do, but in his pocket, there were only some banknotes that Carlos gave him, but there were really no coins.

Mr. Zhen looked left and right, and there was no place to exchange change by the side of the wishing pool, so it would be impossible for him to throw banknotes into it?

Think about it, other people's coins will sink in the water, but the money he lost will float on the water...

He was silent for a second, then laughed at his own thoughts.

Reluctantly touching his pocket, he found something round in the inner pocket of his coat, and he took it out with great anticipation!

...... is a button of clothes.

Mr. Zhen: "......"

He remembered that once his shirt button fell off, and he happened to be wearing this coat. At that time, he wanted to go back and mend it, but he was afraid of losing it, so he stuffed it into the inner pocket, but it was useless later, because The dry cleaners just made it up for him.

It will also work....

Mr. Zhen clasped his hands together, wrapped the button, and prayed to the gods of the wishing pool not to blame him for his rudeness, after all, he really had no change, while thinking about his own wish.

But what is his wish?

Mr. Zhen looked through his memories carefully, and found that he really couldn't find what he wanted, but couldn't get.

He wants delicious food, and he can make appointments in restaurants that are difficult to make reservations.

He wants vacations, which he can save by working hard.

He wants entertainment, and every year will always satisfy him in time.

he wants.......

After thinking about it, several minutes passed, Mr. Zhen simply stopped thinking, raised his hand and threw the button, and the button flew out.

'puff'

With the sound of entering the water, the button precisely landed on the disc in the statue's hand.

I don't know if the gods of the wishing pool received Zhenzong's thoughts at the last moment, because what he was thinking at the time was:

Not yet, come back next time.

The author has something to say: Mr. Zhen: Definitely next time, definitely next time!

Wish God:? ? ?