I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 515: The actors are in place
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Early morning, Jiang Chen and Aisha spent their breakfast in the dining room and went straight to the garage. According to the plan, today is a free time. Jiang Chen intends to take the little girl to have a good time in Munich. At 7 pm, he will go to the University of Munich to attend the international student party.
For this date, Aisha has shown expectations since last night. After waking up in the morning, I tried several clothes in a row, and she finally chose a pure black cotton skirt and a pair of platform shoes, and painted a little light makeup.
Because it was private time, Jiang Chen also wore casually, put a gray trench coat on the outside of the shirt and took her hand out of the door.
On the way to the garage, the two accidentally bumped into Carmen and saw him talking to a man wearing a brown wallet. He was surprised because Jiang Chen remembered that he should not live in this manor.
The two quickly ended the conversation, and the strange man turned around neatly. As he turned around, he noticed Jiang Chen and Aisha, but he just glanced at Jiang Chen and walked away in silence.
Although it was just a quick glance, Jiang Chen still felt something uncomfortable from him.
What do you say? There was a faint smell of smoke.
As soon as Jiang Chen saw his eyes, Carmen stepped forward with a smile.
"Are you ready to go?"
"Well, I plan to go around in Munich today, and I will go back tomorrow." Jiang Chen smiled.
"Speaking of it, you are tomorrow ... well, what time is the plane?"
"Is there any problem at nine in the morning?"
"Of course not, I wish you a pleasant time," Carmen smiled and paused. He then added a sentence, "Come back as soon as possible."
Without too many greetings, Carmen said that there was something to be done, so he said goodbye.
"Mrs. Slav." At this moment, Aisha said suddenly.
"Huh?" Jiang Chen looked at her suspiciously.
"The man just now was a mercenary—huh?"
Before Aisha ’s words were finished, Jiang Chen put her hand on her head.
The cheeks flushed slightly, and she looked at Jiang Chen in confusion.
"Don't think so much today, it's hard to travel once." Jiang Chen said with a light touch on her hair.
Feeling the warmth on his head, Aisha buried her head in embarrassment and hummed softly.
The Rothschild family is clearly planning something, but it should not be aimed at him. The more powerful the people, the more they care for their feathers, not to mention that the previous day Jiang Chen and Luke reached an agreement, even if Jiang Chen Yi Yixing and Vale, BHP Group and other mining giants stand opposite, they will not Germany hands on.
Since it has nothing to do with himself, Jiang Chen does not need to care so much.
But Carmen ’s sentence came back early in the evening but it was very intriguing.
What will happen at night?
......
Compared to the excitement of previous days, the streets of Munich today are particularly quiet. It was clearly daytime, but the streets were sparse. Although many shops are operating normally, there is no figure in them. This situation did not improve until it was close to the city center.
Parking the car in the parking lot at the entrance of the pedestrian street, holding Aisha's hand on this street, Jiang Chen only vaguely smelled an unusual smell. But thinking that he would leave here tomorrow, so he did not mind.
The dignity lingering on the street did not affect the date of the two. Aisha had been holding Jiang Chen's arm all the way. From the corner of her slightly curved mouth, Jiang Chen could see that she was very happy. The whole morning, the two men shuttled through the shopping malls in Munich, and bought a lot of clothes in large bags.
As for language issues, do n’t worry at all. Jiang Chen has instant translation software installed in his phone.
At noon, Jiang Chen and Aisha casually found a western restaurant and walked in. Sitting by the window, they ordered two steaks and cold drinks to the waiter. The violin sound in the restaurant is very beautiful, perhaps because of the atmosphere, Aisha looks shy. The two enjoyed lunch and exchanged opinions about the afternoon itinerary.
At half-time, their neighbors suddenly sat down with two men. From the perspective of clothing, they should be white-collar workers working in nearby office buildings. Hearing their conversation, Jiang Chen learned that there were demonstrations protesting the wave of refugees in front of the Munich Opera House yesterday.
"I am afraid that these days will not be too peaceful."
"Yeah." The man with short hair cut sighed.
"What happened to yesterday ’s parade?"
"The mayor stood up and said he would put pressure on the parliament and would consider passing a bill to limit the influx of refugees. He also said these words last month, but what will happen?"
"This **** humanism. Why do n’t the locusts go to other countries? Mom ..."
Jiang Chen reached down and pressed on the mobile phone screen on the desktop, turned off the translation software that was flashing text, and looked at Aisha with some worry. Seeing that there was no sad expression on her face, he was relieved.
"It's okay." As if she sensed the concern in Jiang Chen's eyes, Aisha smiled softly.
"Is it really okay?"
"Uh." Aisha nodded, and the fork in her hand played with the little tomato in the iron pan.
"Because, this is impossible."
......
As the dusk dwindles, the round dome of the Opera House is stained with a golden layer. The parade holding a sign approached with striking heads. The demonstration yesterday was only a warning, and today is the highlight. If the authorities continue to use that ambiguous rhetoric to fool people, the citizens of Bavaria will tell the Federal Parliament by action that they are dissatisfied with the authorities' decision-making.
Today is the day of the diplomatic meeting between the German President and the Austrian President.
It is presumed that even those who have high powers will do something to appease the public out of concern for the face.
However, the marchers clearly miscalculated the situation, not everyone is extreme, or "far-sighted." The protesters standing at the gate of the Opera House did not reach even 1% of the total population of Munich citizens. At least for now, the Virgin Mary still has the upper hand, and those who sympathize with refugees are still greater than those who hate them.
Before the diplomatic convoys of the presidents of the two countries arrived, the heavily armed police used tear gas to "peace" to disperse the marchers and detained the leaders. The chaos soon ended. In order to ensure security, Germany even dispatched the 9th Brigade of the Border Guards to maintain order, also known as the GSG9 special forces.
The entire opera house is as strong as an iron bucket.
Soon, ten black Mercedes-Benz cars stopped at the door of the Opera House. A middle-aged man with a square face and a thin, middle-aged man walked out of two cars at the same time, walked in the handshake, surrounded by media reporters, and walked side by side into the opera house with a smile.
German President Yosem Gold, Austrian President Heinz Filler. Followed by the two were the German Deputy Prime Minister and Federal Minister of Economy and Energy Evelyn Gistwit, and the Austrian Deputy Prime Minister and Minister of Finance.
This high-standard meeting is the first time between the two governments this year. In the afternoon meeting, the two sides have reached consensus on economic cooperation and the increasingly serious refugee problem. And to watch the performance of the opera house tonight is to consolidate the diplomatic achievements in the afternoon.
At the same time, in the Empire Hotel, three streets away from the Opera House, Carmen was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Presidential Suite on the top floor, looking quietly at the golden dome of the Opera House with red wine.
The door behind opened, and Johnson came behind him.
"The actor is already in place."
Hearing this sentence, Carmen's mouth curled up a bit of arc.
"Great. Then ... the show started."
He raised his hand through the glass and gently touched the glass with the shadow of the opera house on the floor-to-ceiling window. (To be continued.)