solarly

In the morning, Wendell was honestly in school.

However, he was a bit uncomfortable.

As far as he could see, he didn't know many of the students in the cla_sroom, whether they were in front of him or behind him, or whether they were boys or girls. At most, he felt familiar when he saw them and knew that they might be his cla_smates or students of the same major, but he didn't know who they were or what their names were.

He could feel that those people looked familiar also because he had seen them before when he came to cla_s, but had rarely spoken to them.

"I call this a student?" Wendell couldn't help but shake his head with a smile.

He flipped open the textbook in front of him and started reading.

Throughout the morning, Wendell barely paused, his eyes were fixed on his textbook, ever since he had his intelligent brain, he couldn't be considered a good student, and it would be good if he could come to cla_s for half of the semester at most.

In this way, his textbooks all seemed like new, and even if he had read them, he only read them once, memorised them, and then repeated them again, and that was it.

As for whether or not he really understood it, Wendell didn't really care.

The course of economics is indone because the society is developing so fast and new economic courses appear every day, so it is almost impossible to fully understand.

Moreover, the more people who have a high level of understanding in economics, the more they will be tied up in practice. As soon as they do something, they think about applying what they have learned, which becomes comfortable instead. Moreover, Wendell never intended to learn this course too deeply, as long as he could understand this aspect, it would be enough.

As for the real execution, there were naturally more professional talents.

Wendell had always believed in the truth that a real person at the top might not necessarily know much expertise, all he needed to do was to put more professional people in the most suitable position and make the most of their talents, and that would be enough.

In the blink of an eye, the morning pa_sed, and when the bell rang for the last cla_s, the campus immediately became lively.

Wendell also put away his textbooks and went downstairs to meet up with Tami.

"Ta ta, we're not going to the canteen today." Wendell said, "Let's go out to eat!"

"Mmm!"

Tami nodded her head, "I don't have any cla_ses this afternoon either, where are we going?"

"Greamgnan Fishing Village!" Wendell said.

"There?" Tami remembered that place and couldn't help but say, "Is it good to go there? Will we run into any more trouble?"

Wendell laughed: "You mean the gangsters there, right? Don't worry, they won't dare to come and cause trouble."

The location where Greamgnan Fishing Village was located belonged to a relatively prosperous area and was not too far from the commercial street of the university city, so there were more punks there, and moreover, Greamgnan Fishing Village itself belonged to one of the head destinations.

Wendell was going there to find that ringleader!

"Let's go!" Wendell said.

He took Tami, along with Eiglo Spider and Mill, and rushed to Greamgnan Fishing Village together.

When they arrived, there were no more seats in the lobby of this hotel, and it looked like the sound was very good.

"Is there a private room?" White Spider asked the hotel's front desk attendant.

"Sorry, the private rooms are also full, we need to book in advance here ……" the waiter said.

"Call your manager here." Wendell said.

"Sir, our box is really full ……" The waiter saw that Wendell's few people had an extraordinary bearing and spoke more politely, "It's the same when our manager comes. If a few of you are not in a hurry, you can wait for a while in the lounge area, there might be a seat soon ……"

"Ee?"

Just then, a surprised voice suddenly came from the side, "Is it …… Silva, Depom?"

"Manager!" That front desk attendant called out.

Wendell turned his head to look and immediately saw that at the entrance of the pa_sage leading to the back room, a person was standing there in surprise, it was the manager of Greamgnan Fishing Village, who appeared to be surnamed Gram?

Grim!

Wendell remembered this manager's name.

"Is young Silva here for dinner, or ……" that manager Gram asked hesitantly. His heart was thumping, how did this bogeyman come, the waiter at the bottom of this didn't say anything excessive, right? If Wendell made a scene here, he couldn't afford it.

At the beginning, Wendell made a big scene here and seemed to have directly beaten up their school teachers and the student union, that kind of pugnacity, Grim felt a little scared when he thought about it, because at that time he also made a fool ……

"It's to eat, but I heard that there seems to be no room?" Wendell smiled faintly.

"How is that possible!" Upon hearing this, Manager Gram hastily said, "So what, there are still the best private rooms upstairs, a few of you please follow me, and please give me face, all the spending today is on me …… then who, immediately explain the back kitchen, serve the best dishes and send them to the private rooms upstairs."

"Manager, that private room is reserved for Brother Laramo ……, " the waiter reminded in a whisper.

Grim's eyes instantly glared, "Do as I instructed, even if Brother Laramo is here, he will still affirm what I did, go!"

With that, a smile appeared on his face again, "Young Silva, and a few others please follow me."

"Then I'm welcome." Wendell laughed.

"Don't be polite, don't ever be polite, you're giving me face for coming!" Grim was full of smiles and hurriedly led the way in front, "A few of you please follow me."

The receptionist's eyes immediately went straight, unless he was meeting Brother Laramo, when had Manager Gram ever been so polite to anyone?

Could it be that these few people were even more important than Brother Laramo?