Mrs. Quinin's interest in Indo-Ann culture was magnified, and the guests who arrived could not have asked about Quinin's recent medical practice in the first place, nor could they just want to make friends with these people from the West End. They need something to open the conversation, a niche Indo-Ann culture, and here, that's what opens it.

"Bald eagle. In the circular vestibule, the guests eagerly shook Mrs. Quinn's hand, and looked at the carpet with a sigh in their eyes, "The Indoan totem, which once represented freedom, has now become the cornerstone of the Federation......

That's pretty much it, don't use such a strict description of sycophancy. Making a good impression on the host of the banquet is a must, especially this kind of guy who arrives early.

Mrs. Quinn kept smiling, nodded and looked away. Amanda didn't come up to remind him who he was, which meant that he didn't matter, so he didn't have to waste precious time socializing with him. The only reason Mrs. Quinn had come to the Frontrooms was to confirm that Zach was with Blake.

Zach smiled and nodded at Mrs. Quinn, then patted Blake's arm, "Are you in a hurry? ”

Blake's eyes were fixed on the middle-aged man who walked past Mrs. Quinn, and his face was not very good, "That's the head of the advertising department of Barton Daily, I need to talk to him." ”

Blake uses the word 'need' to express his urgency. It's not that this young man born in a political family is impatient, but that Zach restricts his freedom!

Zack, who came early, followed Blake after meeting the real client, the elder of the Stone family, and followed Blake, "Blake, I'm sorry, my mission today is to watch you. Zach used a helpless expression and added an aggrieved tone. "How about making it easier for me?"

Blake could only nod his head to say anything to Mr. Grande, who had a good impression of him. At least don't talk to anyone more when you have elders to make Zach's job easier.

"Advertising Department?" Zach looked at the middle-aged man who had just made a good impression on Quinn with the carpet, "I thought you would be interested in social news, why is it the advertising department?" Zach was genuinely puzzled.

"I would like to set up a hotline. Blake had a look of distress on his face. "If no one knows the hotline number, it doesn't make sense, does it? ”

Zach blinked, and seemed to make sense, but when he thought about it 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 that Wes once went to), and it is not more efficient to hand out flyers there.

Blake saw Zach's expression and was honest. It's not a disappointment, it's something that only 'yes people' will understand, he explained in a whisper, "The hotline is not just for people like us, but also for their families and friends...... These love them and the people they love, and that's what matters. ”

Zach understood, looking at Blake and smiling. This young Stone. He has a truly alive heart.

Looking at the middle-aged man who entered the main hall, Blake shook his head. Mrs. Quinn floated over from time to time to pay attention to him and Zach's eyes, so that he could not catch up and talk. He gave up.

"Let's go. Blake said to Zack in disappointment, "Let's go see Lola and them." I can't touch anyone here. ”

Zach tilted his head, finally signaled to Mrs. Quinn for reassurance, followed Blake, and walked to the side hall.

Their destination is not a side hall. Instead, continue to the side of the kitchen.

As young boys and girls who have grown up in such families, they know very well that although they use the name of the dinner party, they must not expect anything to eat at the table! These people are here to talk, so they are not prepared to talk to each other in a whisper. Let the person you want to make friends with smell the garlic in your mouth!

So for these younger generations, the real dinner, in the kitchen.

Of course, Blake was long past the age when he would eat in the kitchen, and if it weren't for his own private purposes, he would have been socializing 'flowers' at dinner parties. The most promising young generation in the West End, this aura is not small. But knowing that there will be nothing to gain tonight, he doesn't care, and he doesn't even want to do normal communication. It's quite self-defeating.

"Kepler!" the angry girl's voice sounded when the two entered, and the little girl, who was about eleven or twelve years old, dressed in a delicate dress, shouted to Kepler, who was two heads taller than her, "What did you feed my brother!"

Kepler shook a can of ketchup in his hand with an innocent expression, "What!"

The girl snatched it, turned the lid open, and sniffed it, it has nothing to do with ketchup, this is chili sauce.

The girl snapped and threw the jar on the ground, "Kepler!"

Bright red stained the dresses of the people around her.

Kepler stared at the hem of his long dress, his face turned hideous!

Lola didn't dare to slack off, and quickly glanced at Alice, who had been a little shrunken, and grabbed Kepler, who was about to rush out and beat people.

"What are you doing!" Blake snorted and growled oppressively. The teenagers, who were about to be in chaos, fell silent. The oldest of his generation came at the right time.

Zach looked at Alice at a loss, uh, it didn't seem like a good vibe, and it was probably a bad decision to bring Alice here.

Blake stared at Capler and Lola without speaking, walked over to the angry little girl, sighed, and asked comfortingly, "What about your brother?"

"Back!" the girl was still staring at Kepler angrily, tears began to appear in her eyes, Kepler was really frightened when she was about to rush over, and now this anger began to turn into grievance, "He, he kept crying!

"Let's take a look. Blake glared back at Kepler, patted the girl and walked back.

"Oh!" Kepler began to move in, "are you leaving, crying and running away?!Why don't you cry and go to your mommy!"

"Kepler!" Lola forced her friend around and looked at Alice with apologetic eyes, as if to say, 'I'm sorry to let you see this.' ’

"What's the matter!" Capler glared at his friend, "I just don't like the people of the Falkens!"

Zach raised his eyebrows, Kepler is really a strange girl, it is Yuri who is Smith's opponent, she is in love with someone's young master, she is Falken, Smith's friend and partner, she really hates people. It seems that Smith's family business will still have a long way to go before it can be passed on to her......

Kepler rolled his eyes a few times in a row, then stared at the hem of his skirt irritably, "Now I'm going to change my dress!

Lola shook her head helplessly, pushed her friend who complained afterwards, said hello to Zack, and pulled Capler away. Then Zach stood alone in the middle of a few strange boys and girls.

"Hey, you!" a boy raised his chin haughtily towards Zack, "that Blake's new henchman!"

Zach pointed to himself, meaning 'call me?'

"Yes! it's you!" the boy was dressed in a well-fitting tuxedo with a cloth around his neck, sitting at a table specially prepared for these young princess-like characters to deal with a steak. He dropped the cutlery in his hand, threw it away with pride, beckoned like a puppy, looked at Zach with a smile, and lowered his voice, "Hey, sue us." What did that Blake do, and why was he sent to follow him again?"

Zach raised an eyebrow, answered the boy's call, walked into the table, and saluted slightly, "Zachary Grande." You can call me Zach. I'm just being entrusted with keeping Mr. Stone safe. ”

"Alright!" the boy dragged out his voice, "It's just a dinner party!, what danger can he have!" His gaze swept over the faces of several other teenagers and girls, all of them with a strong expression of 'curiosity', "Sue us! We swear we won't say it!"

Seems to have thought of something, "Grande?" The boy saw the gesture prompt of a girl next to him, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Zach again, "You're that Grande! How much can I pay?"

Zach looked at the gossipy younger generation with some amusement, and inexplicably, Zach understood Mrs. Quinn's words better.

Do you remember the old men in the reception room when Mrs. Quinn first visited the Grande funeral home? Although Mr. Quinne's death was a blow to them, they were really old, very old, and Mrs. Quininn's joking "will lie in the Grande's grave at any time" is sadly a fact.

But according to their age, these third-generation guys shouldn't be so young, even the oldest Pochi is only in his twenties, and these in front of him are even more tender than Lola and Kepler.

This can only show that the elders of the West Side have spent too much energy on creating a legacy that can be passed on, but it has made these guys who really carry the inheritance too late to be born too many years later......

It has become easier for the dying first generation to use the 'miraculous favor' on these children who have come into this world many years later.

Zach smiled and shook his head at the boy, "I'm really just protecting Blake Stone." Zach blinked, "One day, I'll protect you like this." ”

The boy shook his head deathly, picked up the dishes again, and pouted to his companions, "I knew this dinner was definitely not for that Pochi guy." ”

Zach raised an eyebrow and remained quiet.

"yes. The other boy also shook his head helplessly, "Yesterday, someone from the office came here to talk about the campaign." ”

The conversation has been opened, but it's not at all what Zach imagined. After everyone had complained about the recent harassment of their elders, the object of complaint fell on Blake.

"Hey!" Let's conclude with a little one's complaint, "It's over, it looks like Stone is going to keep Blake at Patton! I'm going to hear Blake like this and Blake like that every day from now on! It's so stressful......"

Yes, the focus of this dinner is not at all on Poch, on Blake. The mayoral race, which has been secretly in operation, will be reviewed today by the Stone family for which side Blake chooses to join. (To be continued......)