Bava was considered a large province in Frankberg. The state capital, Ber, was only second to Berlin in terms of politics and economy. Whether it was infrastructure or education resources, it was one of the best in Europe. Many institutions of higher learning, led by the Ber Technology University, were highly sought after by international students.
In the international student community, the Han student community was without a doubt the largest and was the most united on the surface. Among them, the Chinese Students Association in Germany was the main one. Its members were from the University of Berlin to the University of Munich. It even had a pivotal position in the entire Chinese community in Germany.
When she saw on the news that Jiang Chen was invited by Daimler Corporation to participate in the October 31st Ber Auto Exhibition, Chen Yuqiao, as the leader of the association, immediately had an idea. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. It just so happened that the Fraternity was planning to hold a school-level student event. If they could invite the "Bill Gates of the East" to say a few words at the event, it would be a huge boost to the Fraternity's influence among the German students and even beyond the circle.
At the same time, as the president of the Fraternity, she would also add a thick and colorful stroke to her resume.
Other than that, she had other plans. She majored in finance and international trade at the University of Ber. With her grades, it would be no problem for her to work in Frankberg. But due to the impact of Europe's economic downturn, she was not satisfied with the salary offered by the companies she contacted. She had already completed three years of undergraduate studies and had to consider her future.
Future Technology was currently expanding into international business. It was not only the investors who were optimistic about Future Group's future, but there were also job seekers with foresight. If she could use this opportunity to demonstrate her organizational skills and become familiar with the president of Future Group, it would undoubtedly provide her with more options in the future.
But she was troubled as to how to contact Jiang Chen.
Until a tweet from a classmate caught her attention.
It was a group photo. The background of the photo was the side door of the Ber University's library, and the man in the photo was Jiang Chen!
The tweet was sent by a student majoring in international trade. Because the student was in the student council and the relationship between the association and the Ber University's student council was quite good, she followed the student's tweet.
It was too much of a coincidence!
When she saw the tweet, she immediately went to the library and asked the librarian if she had seen Jiang Chen. Unfortunately, the fifty-something year old manager didn't pay attention to things outside of the library, so he had no impression of Jiang Chen's name. However, when she showed the photo on Twitter, the librarian immediately reacted.
The guy who was kicked out for making a racket in the reading room?
Although she was dumbfounded that the librarian kicked him out, Chen Yuqiao still patiently asked the old-fashioned old man about the details.
When she learned that a male student met with Jiang Chen, she immediately used her connections in the student group to obtain the surveillance footage and library registration information. She locked onto the male student's name as Xie Lei.
This Xie Lei probably rarely participated in student organizations, so his name wasn't on the list of the Fraternity. However, it didn't matter. She found a way to get the contact book from the Student Union.
Although she knew it might be a little presumptuous, she still gritted her teeth and dialed the guardian's number with the mentality of giving it a try.
"Hello?" Jiang Chen picked up and asked nonchalantly.
"Hello, are you Mr. Jiang Chen?" Chen Yuqiao tried to make her voice sound less nervous.
"That's right. You are? "It was a young female voice. Jiang Chen didn't recognize her at all.
Chen Yuqiao's face lit up with ecstasy after getting a positive answer.
"My name is Chen Yuqiao, the president of the Frankberg Student Union. It's like this … "
Chen Yuqiao politely stated her hope that Jiang Chen would give a speech as a special guest at the International Student Gala. Just a few words about artificial intelligence, virtual reality, or the future of the industry would be fine.
Although she practiced her speech in front of the mirror many times, Chen Yuqiao still couldn't help but feel anxious. Since the opponent was a tech giant with a market value of over a hundred billion. Its investment field also crossed the boundaries of the internet. From nutrient supply to deep sea mining, Future Group's footprints were all left behind.
But Jiang Chen's response made her ecstatic.
"My flight is the day after tomorrow afternoon. Is tomorrow night okay?"
"No problem! We'll adjust the time here. Thank you so much. "Chen Yuqiao couldn't stop thanking him.
Jiang Chen only smiled.
Since he didn't have a reservation for the entire day tomorrow, it wouldn't hurt to attend the International Student Gala. Especially since he could give a speech as the president, it would help increase Future Group's influence among the students. Since the future employees of Future Group were hidden among the students.
"You're welcome, but don't expect too much. I'm just here to say a few words."
"Not at all. We're already very grateful that you could come!"
After she hung up, Chen Yuqiao let out a sigh of relief.
"He agreed?" Although the president already got the answer from the president's face, the vice president standing on the side still asked to confirm.
"Mhmm, okay!" Chen Yuqiao suppressed the excitement in her heart as she nodded joyfully.
"Qu Youcheng, you're responsible for contacting the sponsors and the school media to move the time of the International Student Gala to tomorrow night."
"Can we make it in time? The venue isn't ready yet. "Qu Youcheng looked troubled.
"We have to make it in time," Chen Yuqiao said.
They didn't mind the abrupt invitation and even took time out of their busy schedule to attend the gala. It was already very easy to talk to them.
"Li Wei, you're responsible for contacting the school to change the lecture hall to the lawn in front of the West Side Church."
"But will the school agree?"
"Definitely," Chen Yuqiao said with certainty.
Li Wei nodded, turned around, and walked out the door. She remembered that the professor in charge of academic affairs had a class tonight, and his research field also included artificial intelligence. If they invited Jiang Chen to give a speech at the International Student Gala, perhaps it wouldn't be difficult to change the venue.
Perhaps the professor himself would run over to "listen to the lecture".
Just as the University of Ber's Student Aid Society was busy, a protest was taking place in front of the Ber Opera House two streets away from the Technical University of Ber. However, in a country where demonstrations were commonplace, this scene was too common.
People held up pictures of the Germanic women who died from sexual assault by refugees, as well as the victims of the refugee violence in the past six months, as they walked past the main road of the Opera House. They chanted slogans to expel the refugees and protested the German authorities' wrong decision on the refugee issue.
Half a year ago, these kind and charitable people still had an accepting attitude towards these displaced refugees. After all, a society with high welfare benefits was full of saints. At first, people pressured the government to pass a law to stop the poor people from being locked out of the wall. They protested the neighboring country's hanging of pig heads on the border road.
In just half a year's time, they reaped what they sowed.
The welfare was diluted, the crime rate skyrocketed, and the employment rate declined. What else could a group of poor and idle people do together? What's more, outside the wall was the bustling world.
"Let them go back to their own country! Frankberg is not the welfare home of the world! "
"Get out of Frankberg!"
"They must pay the price for the people who died."
The protest was loud, but overall peaceful. The police in bulletproof vests just stood on the side and watched the protest from afar. Tomorrow, the Frankberg President would go to the Opera House to watch the performance with the Austrian President. The security level of the Opera House was unusually high.
But in order to prevent any accidents from affecting the diplomatic activities tomorrow, the police didn't chase away the protesters. As long as the protesters didn't approach the Opera House, as long as the protesters remained rational …
In the crowd of onlookers, two Germanic youths stood together.
"Is that enough?"
"Almost."
The young man with a hooked nose stared at the names of the victims on the wooden sign with a gloomy expression and pulled up the scarf around his neck.
"For Frankberg."
He left this sentence to his partner, turned around, and quickly disappeared into the crowd.
His partner stared at his back.
"For Frankberg."
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