The days of leading the winery to build infrastructure together

September happens to be the season for new students to start school, and those senior students and members of the student union usually set up a temporary market on campus and hold a celebration to welcome the new students.

Bolivar changed into a brisk outfit today. Although it was still black and white, the style was more sporty. He sat on the lawn in the center of the campus with a backpack and a drawing board.

"Hello, this beautiful girl, may I borrow 10 minutes of your time to be my sketch model?"

The polite demeanor made people feel good, and the blonde girl nodded in agreement when she saw the golden eyes staring at her for no reason, her heart beat faster.

"Thank you."

Satisfied, Bolivar took the girl to the shade of a tree he had chosen, spread out the drawing paper, and in about ten minutes, a lifelike head sketch was completed.

"Too! It's so similar!" Her companion couldn't help exclaiming.

"For you, beautiful lady." Bolivar signed an L at the end of the scroll, "as a thank you for borrowing your precious time."

"Do you need me to sign your name?"

"Many, thank you." The girl blushed, "My name is Anna White."

"Yes," Bolivar wrote on the margin of the paper, to the gentle Miss Anna White, the beautiful lark.

Bolivar took off the drawing paper and handed it to the girl.

Anna stuttered and took the drawing paper, her face became even redder. She stood there at a loss, and finally took out a roll of US dollars and stuffed it into Bolivar's backpack on the ground.

"?"

Before Bolivar could react, the girl ran away with her companion.

"Are you a student of the Art Academy?" Several other girls who were watching enthusiastically waved to him, "Can you draw some portraits for us?"

"Of course." Bolivar took off the blank drawing paper nailed to the drawing board and rolled it up, and then took two new sheets of white paper and spread it on top, "But I'm not a student at the Art Academy, painting is just a hobby .”

"May I ask your name?"

"Coco, I'm Coco Houston!"

"What a very cute name, exactly like yours..."

When he bid farewell to this group of lovely girls, Bolivar still had several small notes and sticky notes written with phone numbers and hearts in his hand.

"Hey man, don't just stare at the girls, I want a sketch too, for my girlfriend."

"..."

"of course can."

"Is it okay for Martin to give it to my dear Jenny..." the tall black man chattered, "Jenny is my girlfriend, hehe."

"It will be the fifth anniversary of our acquaintance soon."

"With all due respect, just preparing a sketch as a gift is not something that pleases a girl." Bolivar couldn't help making complaints as he worked on the structure.

"Oh, of course, I'm not stupid enough for that." Martin said with a happy smirk, "I planned to propose to her that day, and the rings are all bought."

"This sketch is just a trick, you know." He winked at Bolivar.

Bolivar smiled awkwardly but politely. It's a weird picture of a tall, bald black man winking at you.He speeded up two or three times, tore off the drawing paper, and handed it to him,

"So fast, thank you very much..."

Such a morning, it didn't subside until it was close to the lunch break, and there were no more girls chirping around.

Bolivar turned around and entered a relatively secluded corner of the coffee shop, unfolded the blank drawing paper that he took off before, followed the scratches and marks left on it, and replayed the portraits of all the faces he had drawn this morning.

He must complete this task as soon as possible, while he still has the remaining memory.

On the charcoal pencil there are indistinct light golden spots, which are almost invisible.

This process is much smoother than the previous one, and it takes less than 10 minutes to restore a piece by following the previous strokes.

At the end of the picture, he marked the height, name and profession of the other party that he still remembered.

After all, no one can resist not chatting during the long wait for the painting.

After collecting the dozen or so drawings, Bolivar carefully sprayed them with styling fluid and put them in his painting box.

"Boss, did you specifically turn down the meeting with Morgan just to come here to visit the campus?"

The five-year-old man in a blue suit complained bitterly, "Where have you been? It's almost three o'clock in the afternoon. Will we have time to go to the business school?"

"Boss." Ivy followed behind the man, nodding to Bolivar.

"Don't be impatient, Mario." Bolivar had a faint smile on his face, "And I didn't cancel the meeting, I just handed it over to Garcia."

"The appointment with that teacher happened to be at three o'clock in the afternoon, so don't worry, we'll make it in time."

"Have you brought anything? Ivy."

"Of course, please rest assured."

Generally, the courses of business schools are relatively casual, and there are many students, probably hundreds of people, sitting in a large auditorium.If the company itself is strong, it is easy to insert a section of the lecture as long as you discuss it with the leading teacher of the college.They welcome this kind of behavior that will increase the employment rate of students.

Bolivar mingled with the students and sat down, watching the PPT and projection equipment prepared by Ivy to start today's company promotion and recruiting.

Ivy is responsible for a series of stories about the company's history, company introduction, honors and benefits.

Bolivar knew that they didn't like seeing him either, and that he was not attractive compared to the gentle and gentle beauty.

He struck up a conversation with the boy sitting next to him.

"Hey, buddy, why haven't I seen you before?" The boy with freckles on his face looked shy and shy, but when he took the initiative to talk to him, he found that this was a talker no less than Garcia...

"I'm a student who is taking classes, not a major." Bolivar looked natural.

"Oh, let's meet, I'm a third-year student majoring in business management," the boy held out his hand, "I'm Hal."

"I'm Bolivar."

"It's too unfortunate that you came today. Usually, Professor Wendy is in charge. Although there is nothing useful, at least you can learn something. Today is the company's presentation."

"Huh? You asked me what I think of Wendy? It's too watery, she can only read PPT." He lowered his voice, "You didn't come to the first class, so I don't know, this professor spent nearly 10 minutes time to sell her book, which costs $70!"

"And she also said that there are exam content in the book, and she doesn't force you to buy it. Pooh! Isn't this a scam!"

"..."

"This time, hmph, I don't know how much money this company gave her!"

"..." This really cannot be refuted.

"Our best student here should be Hui Ni, a conscientious, responsible and excellent girl. She once wrote a report on the development of the software industry, which was a small paper in class. She was given an A by Teacher Wendy." Hal looked very sighing, "Although Professor Wendy's class is poor, the grades are not easy at all! Getting an A is like a tiger's mouth!"

"..."

"If Hui Ni didn't look like a wealthy family, someone would have said that she bribed the examiner!"

"..."

"Grid, I've heard its name before. It's a new software company. But it's obviously going the wrong way. This company doesn't know how to use marketing at all."

"If it was me, I wouldn't put all the right to speak in the hands of others."

"..."

"This company obviously doesn't have as complicated rights disputes as Apple, so why is the situation below so complicated?"

"It can only be summed up as the company's managers are too stupid, ah ha ha ha..."

"..."

"However, the most important thing in the software industry is not the distribution methods and business acumen, but the knowledge of the industry. I heard that their president is from Europe, and he is not a computer major. The major is not suitable, it is normal."

"Speaking of which, your name sounds familiar to me."

Hal turned his head belatedly, and carefully looked at the PPT of the presentation. The introduction in small characters on the edge said Grid's director, Bolivar Rosales.

"Hey, brother, you have the same name as Director Grid, what a coincidence." He couldn't help but patted Bolivar on the shoulder, motioning him to look up.

"Yes." Bolivar smiled politely, "Coincidentally, my surname is also Rosales."

"Hahahaha, that's really a coincidence."

"..."

"what?"

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