514 For the Country (2/2)
”It is our honor for you to be here!”
After hanging up the phone, Chen Yuqiao was relieved.
”He agreed?” Although the response on the leader's face already told him the answer, the vice president on the side still asked to confirm.
”Mhmm, it's done!” She restricted the excitement in her mind and blissfully nodded.
”Qu Youcheng, contact the sponsors and school media and push forward the date of the gala to tomorrow night.”
”Do we have time? The venue is not prepared yet.” Qu Youcheng was troubled.
”Then prepare it.”
Jiang Chen didn't mind the intrusive invitation and the fact that he took time out of his busy schedule to attend the gala was already very nice of him.
”Li Wei, you're responsible for contacting the school and changing the lecture hall reservation to the grass field in front of the West Church.”
”Would the school agree?”
”They will,” Chen Yuqiao said with certainty.
Li Wei nodded and rushed out. She remembered the professor responsible for this location reservation had a class that night and his research happened to be in artificial intelligence. If they invited Jiang Chen to give a speech at the gala, changing the location would not be difficult at all.
Perhaps the professor would attend the ”lecture” himself.
Just as the student organization was busy preparing for the gala, a protest erupted in front of the Ber Opera two streets down from the Industrial University of Ber. But in the country where protests were common, it was an ordinary scene.
People raised the photo of the women that died of r*pe because of the refugees over the past half a year and marched along the road in front of the opera. They chanted to deport the refugees and protested against the wrongful decisions made by the government.
The people willing to help had an accepting attitude half a year ago since it was easy for St. Mary to be born from a high benefit society. The people at the start pressed the government to push out policies to accept the poor people into the wall and protested the hanging of pig heads on the neighboring countries' border.
Just in half a year of time, they tasted their own medicine.
With the benefits diluted, the crime rate skyrocketing, and the drop in the employment rate, what would a bunch of poor people with nothing to do do together? Especially outside of the wall, it was the prosperous world.
”Make them go back to their own country! Frankberg is not the welfare home of the world!”
”Get out of Frankberg!”
”They must pay for the people that died.”
The protestors gathered steam, but they were rather peaceful. The police in bulletproof vest only stood on the side and watched the protestors from afar. Tomorrow, the Frankberg President would head to the opera with the Austria President. Maximum security was enacted around the opera.
The police didn't disperse the protestors to prevent accidents from occurring to interfere with the event tomorrow. As long as they didn't approach the opera, as long as the protestors maintained rationality…
Among the crowd, two young males stood together.
”Is it time?”
”It is time.”
A hooked nose male solemnly stared at the name of the deceased as he pulled up the scarf around his neck.
”For Frankberg.”
He left the words to his buddy, turned around, and disappeared into the crowd.
His friend gazed at his back.
”For Frankberg.”