The next morning, after Jiang Chen and Ayesha ate breakfast in the dining room, they headed straight to the garage. According to the plan, they were free to do whatever they wanted today. Jiang Chen planned to take the girl around Ber before heading to the University of Ber for the International Student Gala at seven.
For this date, Ayesha had been looking forward to it since last night. After she woke up, she tried on a few clothes before finally choosing a pure black cotton dress and a pair of thick soled shoes. She also put on some light makeup.
Because it was private time, Jiang Chen also dressed casually. He put on a gray windbreaker over his shirt and held her hand as they walked out the door.
On the way to the garage, they unexpectedly bumped into Carmen. He was talking to a man in a brown leather jacket. The reason why he was surprised was that Jiang Chen remembered that he didn't live in this manor.
The two of them quickly ended their conversation, and the strange man quickly turned around and left. When he turned around, he noticed Jiang Chen and Ayesha, but he only glanced at Jiang Chen before he left without a word.
Although it was just a quick glance, Jiang Chen still felt an uncomfortable aura from him.
How should he put it? There was a faint smell of gunpowder.
When Carmen saw Jiang Chen, his eyes lit up as he immediately walked up with a smile.
"Are you ready to go?"
"Mhmm, I plan to walk around Ber today and go back tomorrow." Jiang Chen smiled.
"Speaking of which, your flight tomorrow … Mhmm, what time is it?"
"Nine in the morning. Is there a problem?"
"Of course not, I hope you have a good time." Carmen paused before he added, "Try to come back as soon as possible."
Without much small talk, Carmen said he still had things to take care of, so he left.
"Mrs. Slava," Ayesha suddenly said.
"Mhmm?" Jiang Chen looked at her, confused.
"That man, is a mercenary — Mhmm?"
Before Ayesha could finish, Jiang Chen put his hand on her head.
Her face turned slightly red as she looked at Jiang Chen, confused.
"Don't think too much today. It's a rare opportunity to travel." Jiang Chen gently touched her hair as he smiled.
Feeling the warmth on her head, Ayesha embarrassedly lowered her head and gently nodded.
The Rothschild family was obviously planning something, but it shouldn't be directed at him. The more powerful a person was, the more they cared about their own feathers. Not to mention that Jiang Chen reached an agreement with Luke the day before yesterday, even if Jiang Chen insisted on standing on the opposite side of mining giants such as Vale and BHP, they wouldn't make a move in Frankberg.
Since it had nothing to do with him, Jiang Chen didn't need to care too much.
However, Carmen's request to come back early tonight was very thought-provoking.
What would happen at night?
…
Compared to the liveliness a few days ago, the streets of Munich were unusually quiet today. Even though it was still, the streets were empty. A lot of shops were still open, but there was no one. The situation only improved when they got closer to the city center.
Jiang Chen parked the car in the parking lot at the entrance of the pedestrian street. Holding Ayesha's hand, he vaguely smelled something unusual. But since he was going to leave tomorrow, he didn't think too much about it.
The heavy atmosphere on the street didn't affect their date. Ayesha held onto Jiang Chen's arm along the way. From the curvature of her lips, Jiang Chen could see she was happy. The two of them spent the entire morning walking through the shopping malls in Munich, buying a bunch of bags of clothes.
As to the language problem, there was no need to worry. Jiang Chen installed real-time translation software on his phone.
At noon, Jiang Chen took Ayesha to a random western restaurant. They sat by the window and ordered two steaks and a cold drink. The violin in the restaurant was beautiful. Perhaps because of the atmosphere, Ayesha was shy. The two enjoyed their lunch while exchanging ideas about their afternoon schedule.
Halfway through, two men suddenly sat down at the table next to them. From the way they dressed, they looked like white collars working in an office building. From their conversation, Jiang Chen learned that there was a protest against the refugee wave in front of the Ber Opera House.
"It won't be peaceful these days."
"Yeah." The man with the short hair sighed.
"What happened to the protest yesterday?"
"The mayor said he would pressure the council and would consider passing a bill to limit the influx of refugees. He said the same thing last month, but what was the result? "
"This damned humanitarianism … Why don't those locusts go to other countries? Fu * k … "
Jiang Chen pressed on the phone on the table and closed the translation software. At the same time, he looked at Ayesha worriedly. Seeing that there was no sadness on her face, he let out a sigh of relief.
"It's okay." Ayesha seemed to have sensed the concern in Jiang Chen's eyes as she smiled softly.
"Are you really okay?"
"Mhmm." Ayesha nodded and played with the small tomato on the metal plate with the fork in her hand.
"Because, it can't be helped."
…
It was dusk, and the dome of the opera house was dyed with a layer of gold. The protesters with signs walked with their heads held high. Yesterday's protest was only a warning. Today was the main event. If the government continued to use the ambiguous words to fool the people, the citizens of Bava would use their actions to tell the Federal Parliament that they were dissatisfied with the decision of the government.
Today was the day of the diplomatic meeting between the Frankberg president and the Austrian president.
Presumably, even those in high positions of power would do something to appease the public out of concern for their reputation.
However, the marchers had obviously misjudged the situation. Not everyone was extreme, or in other words, "farsighted." The protesters in front of the opera house were less than 1% of the total population. At least for now, the saints still had the upper hand. The people who sympathized with the refugees were still more than the people who hated them.
Before the diplomatic convoy of the two presidents arrived, the heavily armed police used tear gas to "peacefully" disperse the protesters and detained the leaders. The chaos quickly ended. To ensure safety, Frankberg even sent out the Ninth Brigade of the Border Guard to maintain order, commonly known as the GSG9 Special Force.
The entire opera house was as sturdy as an iron bucket.
Soon, ten black Mercedes-Benz cars stopped in front of the opera house. A middle-aged man with a square face and a tall and thin middle-aged man walked out of the two cars at the same time. Surrounded by the media, they shook hands and walked into the opera house side by side.
Frankberg President Joachim Goethe and Austrian President Heinz Feiler. Following behind the two was the Frankberg Deputy Prime Minister and Federal Minister of Economy and Energy, Evelyn Gisterwit, as well as the Austrian Deputy Prime Minister and Minister of Finance.
Such a high-level meeting was the first between the two governments this year. In the afternoon meeting, the two sides reached a consensus on economic cooperation and the increasingly serious refugee problem. Tonight's performance at the opera house was to consolidate the diplomatic achievements of the afternoon.
At the same time, in the Empire Hotel three streets away from the opera house, Carmen stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the presidential suite on the top floor. He held a glass of red wine and quietly looked at the golden dome of the opera house.
The door behind him opened and Johnson walked behind him.
"The actors are in place."
When Carmen heard this, a curvature appeared on his lips.
"Great. Then … the performance begins. "
He raised his hand with the wine glass and gently clinked the glass with the opera house's shadow on the floor-to-ceiling window.
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