This is really a disaster. I didn’t even say a bad word about Franz.
"When it comes to busy work, I can't compare to you, Miss Songli."
Wayne looked at Songli helplessly, "I wanted to discuss my Teacher's Day plans with the head of the orchestra department before, but Miss Songli always had no time to deal with an idle person like me. Why don't I be allowed to do more things behind my back?" Want to talk a little bit?"
Franz relaxed.
This kid only cares about competing with Ge Li for the limelight, so he doesn't have to look down and argue with him.
Ge Li was immediately furious, "I have never..."
"Sing Li." Franz interrupted her politely, "Since President Venn has something to ask for, it might be a good idea to help the Lily Club -"
Franz deliberately stressed the pronunciation of the word "lily".
It was obvious that what he said was all for the sake of Lily Club.
Geli took a deep breath, a little frustrated, tried to adjust his mentality, and his tone returned to calmness. "Of course, I will not refuse the Lily Club's request. But if you want the orchestra department to work hard with just empty words, President Wien is a little too conceited."
The words just pointed at Wayne's nose and mocked him for feeling too good about himself.
Wayne was not annoyed and answered in a good-natured manner: "The reward I will give will naturally satisfy Miss Songli. Why don't you lend me a step?"
He motioned to the table not far away.
Song Li raised his head and glanced at Franz, who nodded slightly.
"It just so happens that I also have something to discuss with Mr. Harold. Is it convenient for you?"
Franz knew in his heart that what happened just now was probably because Harold was using the Wincher boy's hand to apply eye drops on himself.
...I think he must be very dissatisfied with his proposal to reduce the funding of Qingxi Academy.
Huh, I originally wanted to provide more funds in my own name so that I could accumulate more fame for my daughter, but it seems there is no need for this.
In just one meeting, Franz had already thought of at least seven or eight ways to hint to Harold that "the cooked duck flew away". What he likes most is to lure others with delicious fishing bait, and then watch the other person look regretful.
But he would not have known that a wise man would always make mistakes, and Harold was not the only one coveting his swan meat at the scene.
After opening a little distance, although they could still see the crowd just now, they were undoubtedly much more relaxed when talking to each other. Wayne secretly breathed a sigh of relief and revealed his plan to let the orchestra department instructors perform on stage.
Geli didn't seem to expect that he would actually talk about serious things, and glanced at him with a surprised expression.
"If I were to organize it, it would indeed save time and effort."
The song does not mean to brag at all, it just states a fact.
"Because the instructors are more advanced in music theory and skills, they don't need to spend a lot of time practicing like ordinary members. Even if it's just for my favor, they will do their best."
Speaking of this, she raised her tone slightly. "The only question is, what are you going to do to convince me?"
The mood in Kareira-san's eyes was very dissatisfied as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.
Wayne immediately raised his right hand, palm facing outward. "I promise, I was definitely not speaking ill of Mr. Franz just now. If you were to speak out a little later, I would have diverted the topic."
"Is this important?" Song Li said lukewarmly.
Her anger was not just because of what others said.
Wayne glanced at Franz guiltily and lowered his voice again.
"Of course it's important! At least in my heart I still respect Mr. Franz very much. I don't want to have any misunderstanding with you about this."
When speaking these words, Wayne's eyes were very sincere.
Although he didn't point it out clearly, the two of them knew the implication of this sentence.
Ge Li sneered: "If you could say these words directly to my father, maybe I would be more moved."
...It’s really difficult to handle.
When I first met Ms. Songli, I never thought that she would be such a difficult girl to deal with.
Wayne silently lamented for himself in his heart.
"Then let's make an exchange." He decided not to waste any more useless sweet words.
"In addition to reasonable financial subsidies, I will return you an additional favor in the name of the Lily Club. No matter what you want to do, whether it is to let the Lily Club and the orchestra join forces, or you want to use the support of the Lily Club to implement some plan, I All with you."
Wayne looked into her eyes seriously, trying to analyze her psychological dynamics from the most subtle expressions.
"Wouldn't it be better if you made it clear earlier?" Ge Li seemed to be waiting for his words. "I just have something I want to trouble you with. Please lend me the name of Lily Club in two days."
Wayne couldn't help but be stunned.
Before he could ask, a small commotion suddenly came from the other end of the banquet hall.
As if receiving some kind of special signal, the nobles sitting nearby heard the news and stood up to tidy up their appearance.
"His Majesty the King has arrived."
Someone shouted excitedly.
The larger the occasion, the more complex the crowd will be. Especially in recent times, out of economic considerations, the king has even invited some well-connected local nobles who are willing to provide heavy financial support.
For these low-ranking nobles who came purely for gilding, the appeal of the royal family is still strong. As long as they attend a banquet of this level and have the honor to chat with those big shots for a few generations, it is enough to boast for generations. .
However, the wealthy families who are rooted in the royal capital often don't treat these lowly country nobles very well.
"Don't make any noise!" The person who had just exclaimed was reprimanded mercilessly.
A young man who seemed to be a young talent glared at the silent guy in front of him very unhappily, then pushed aside the people who were blocking the way and walked toward Wayne.
As the distance got closer and closer, the smile on the young man's face became bigger and bigger. When he walked up to Wayne, he could no longer find the slightest bit of displeasure on his face.
"Master Wayne, Miss Song Li, Chairman Harold has asked you to join him." He bowed briefly and reminded in a gentle voice.
He seemed to be a familiar face among the people we were talking to just now.
This chameleon-like talent is a special skill that many aristocratic children have learned without a teacher. Wayne felt a little disgusted, but he didn't show it. He just looked back at Ge Li.
Ge Li ignored him and walked away on his own.
Seeing this scene, the visitor couldn't help but chuckle: "It seems that Master Wayne's face is not easy to use in front of Miss Geli."
Wayne glanced at him rather speechlessly.
Please, do I know you well?
"Who are you?"
