The ideal state of the joint proposal is to collect signatures from people from all walks of life and different strata of society, so that it can cover a certain amount of public opinion to a certain extent.

Zhang Zi'an thought for a while, and simply stopped thinking about it, walking around the neighborhood casually, and collecting as many signatures as he could, isn't it said that some Western countries randomly select from the streets when conducting non-governmental surveys?

"Let's go, Vladimir, I haven't wandered around this street for a long time. He beckoned to Vladimir and motioned for him to follow.

"It's pretty good, it's been collected in a while...... Signatures of 8 people. It counted the names on the paper and said meaningfully, "But that doesn't mean anything." ”

"Well, I know. ”

Even if he doesn't need to be reminded by it, Zhang Zi'an knows it very well in his heart.

Wang Qian and Li Kun signed for him because they were his clerks; Xiao Celery helped him sign because she had a childlike heart; Wang Yaning looked at Xiao Celery's face; and Professor Wei Kang was his acquaintance, and he still asked him for more or less.

In other words, it is difficult to distinguish between how much of them signed his autograph and how much they genuinely supported his initiative and how much did it look at the face of acquaintances, perhaps both.

Even if Wei Kang called a colleague to help him sign it, it was for Wei Kang's sake.

None of this means anything, who doesn't know a few acquaintances? It's just a sign, not a loan......

The real challenge is to collect signatures from strangers, and the signatures obtained from strangers are more authentic and reflect public opinion, and opportunistic is not interesting.

Zhang Zi'an took a deep breath, although he often fights with males and females in pet stores, but in fact, he is not good at talking to strangers, and he still has some self-cherishing meaning in his bones, even when it was so difficult to take over the pet store, he did not have the cheekiness to run to the street to solicit customers or advertise. Even if the pet store fails, he still has a way out and can go back to work.

However, this matter is not for himself, and there is no way back.

He can get away and continue to live a comfortable life, but what about the mutilated animals?

Everyone is silent, but someone has to stand up and break the silence.

Vladimir stared at his face from behind the side, seeing through his superficial ease and unconcealed nervousness.

"Hello, I have written a proposal for the protection of pets and small animals, and I would like to ask for your opinion and signature......"

He saw a middle-aged man passing by, and before he could finish speaking, the other party waved his hand impatiently, "No need, no need!"

In fact, the middle-aged man didn't hear what he was saying at all, but just confused him with the person who posted a small advertisement on the street, and quickened his pace and left quickly.

Zhang Zi'an ate a closed door, although he had a certain psychological preparation, but the taste of being rudely rejected in person was very uncomfortable, if he was really posting a small advertisement, but it was not.

He smiled self-deprecatingly, shrugged his shoulders at Vladimir, and said with a pretended lightheartedness: "What do you mean by that? Failure is the mother of his meow!"

It didn't smile, and there was even a hint of sadness in the depths of its eyes.

Zhang Zi'an adjusted his mood, squeezed out the smile he didn't put on to customers in the pet store, and walked over to a young girl passing by.

"Hello, do you like pets and animals?"

This time, he learned the lesson just now, and instead of throwing out his requirements as soon as he came up, he first stabilized the other party in this way, at least not to reject people thousands of miles away as soon as he came up.

The young girl was stunned at first, raised her eyes to look at him, squeezed the bag in her hand tighter, but did not turn around and leave like the middle-aged man just now, but said vaguely with vigilance: "It's okay......"

Zhang Zi'an relaxed a little and showed her the proposal, "I wrote a proposal for the protection of small animals, and I want to collect everyone's signatures, so that the relevant departments can pay attention to it and be able to legislate it one day earlier." If you have any comments on the content of the initiative, you can also put it forward, and as long as it is reasonable, I will try to revise it. ”

The young girl stared at him like a weirdo, with an expression of disbelief.

Zhang Zi'an felt that his smile must be very stiff.

Everyone has the experience of being forced into a small advertisement on the street, and she has been accosted by strange men several times to ask for WeChat ID and mobile phone number, but it is the first time she has been asked by strangers to sign the proposal.

Doubts rose in her mind, could this be some kind of new kind of scam, trick my signature and then smear my credit card?

You can't have the heart to harm others, but you can't have the heart to prevent people.

"This ...... Forget it, sorry, please go find someone else. ”

After two or three seconds, she came to her senses, lowered her head, and walked away quickly.

Zhang Zi'an stood in place for a while, and Vladimir could not see his expression from behind him, only his shoulders hanging weakly.

After a moment, he turned his head and smiled reluctantly, "It's finally better than last time, isn't it?"

Vladimir was silent and did not answer.

Today is one of the days of the Golden Week holiday, although it makes no difference to him whether he has a holiday or not, as long as he wants, every day is a holiday.

There are many pedestrians on the street, all of whom are seizing the last chance to go out and play before the summer heats up.

Zhang Zi'an carefully chooses his goals, neither too old nor too young, too old generally don't care about this kind of thing, too young...... It's going to be a pervert.

A family of three came in front of them, parents between youth and middle-aged took their children out to play, when the father was busy with his bag and a kettle, when the mother held the child's hand, and the child held a balloon in his other hand.

The family of three is laughing, and the balloons are fluttering in the wind, giving people a very warm and loving feeling.

"Hello kids, do you like pets and animals?"

Zhang Zi'an greeted them, smiled and waved to them, feeling that his smirk was becoming more and more proficient.

A man and a woman glanced at each other, and the mother was vigilantly half-blocked in front of the child, and the father was responsible for speaking.

"What's the matter?" the man asked.

Zhang Zi'an said the words again and showed him the proposal.

"Oh, I'm sorry, we don't have pets at home, we don't know anything about pets, and we don't have any interest in them. The man glanced at the proposal, shook his head politely but resolutely, and then turned to his wife and said, "Let's go." ”

"If you want to know more, I can explain it to you......" Zhang Zi'an unwillingly chased after two steps.

"No, forget it, please stay. The middle-aged man blocked his way and glared at him warningly.

Zhang Zi'an stopped knowingly.

The child noticed Vladimir, stared at it stupidly, and laughed heavily, probably because of the child's peculiar strangeness and liking of the new and the old, and the little hand unconsciously relaxed, and the balloon full of helium rose out of his hand.

The reaction speed of the person was not so fast, and before the people present could react, they saw a blue-gray shadow jump up and fall, clamping the balloon tether that had just been taken off between their claws.

Vladimir stretched out his paw and handed the balloon to the child.

The child took the balloon with a smile and smiled flatteringly to his mother: "Mom!

A man and a woman looked surprised, surprised by Vladimir's reaction, but vaguely felt strange, thinking that this was not something that an ordinary cat could do, and that the blue cat's eyes and movements looked strange.

"Baby, let's go. ”

Without even thanking them, they picked up the child and hurried away.

The child's little face rested on his father's shoulder, staring at Vladimir with crystal eyes, and the little hand unconsciously let go, and the balloon rose again.

Only this time no one helped him pull the balloon.

Vladimir looked sideways at Zhang Zi'an and said, "Enough." ”