After lunch, work officially begins.

"Fast, we're moving. Today we've been slowing down our competitors. We must speed up the process next!"

"Cancel the dinner with Mr. Rabir, the guy was just revealed to embezzle public funds this morning."

"Wait a minute, today's itinerary must be modified. Otherwise, when we pass through Red Maple Street, we will run into the team of other candidates, which will be too embarrassing!"

On the hotel's campaign floor, team members ran around this floor, handing over documents and studying data.

Zhuo Yila sat calmly in front of the dressing table. The girls in the makeup group used various tools to tinker on their faces. In their busy schedules, an assistant explained to her today's itinerary and recited the script.

It didn't take long before she finished dressing up.

After careful conditioning by the makeup artists, her face was much fresher, and the edges of her eyes were flat. The exotic style diluted into the texture of the girl next door, and there was also an extra hairpin that looked very cheap on her head.

It seems that down-to-earth is her main character.

In order to cooperate with her work, Xiziyue also changed into a simple and retro outfit, a thick velvet long skirt covering her calves, and her top was even more tight.

"Let's go, Rose, start our work today."

Xiziyue nodded and secretly glanced at the other party in this state.

After comparing this, she realized how close to the word "Strong" before putting on makeup.

Walking out of the hotel, a steamy car has been warmed up, and that is their car today.

Xiziyue sat in the back row with her.

"Strange, isn't that Miss Rose?" The guards' doubts came from a corner on the street.

"It's true that she is right. According to the mayor candidate, Miss Rose was hired as a running mate a few days ago... Is this a coincidence?" Another guard frowned and flipped the documents.

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Since Zhuo Yila, a candidate for mayor, was held hostage some time ago, the Guard Department has increased its protection for her during this period. As long as she walks out of the hotel, a team of guards will follow her quietly.

It's not their business for the mayor candidate to choose who to be the running mate, but it's Xiziyue, which is too problematic.

At that time, she appeared at the first scene of hostage and stayed in the bureau for a night...

"Don't think so much, just follow me." The guard captain ordered.

In the back seat of the car, Xiziyue slightly tilted her neck and looked at the rear with her eyes.

A simple and cheap steam car was following behind them, and a strong sense of vigilance was coming from the car. There was no doubt that it was the guards responsible for stalking.

"Back..." Xiziyue reminded in a low voice.

"I know." Before Xiziyue could say anything, Zhuo Yila nodded in understanding.

It seems that she is also well aware of the fact that she is protected by the guards at all levels.

"It doesn't matter. Even if they really find that you have problems, they won't take action unless my campaign fails." Zhuo Yila whispered to Nishikozuki.

Xiziyue quickly understood the meaning behind this statement. The reason why these guards did not rush up was that in addition to lacking evidence, they were also worried about offending their possible immediate bosses in the future.

Although this girl was tricked by a group of people just now like a big rag doll, she actually knew these things in her heart.

More than ten minutes later, the car parked on the side of the road. This was an industrial area. The sound of large instruments operating from afar, as well as the smell of rust and coal.

Today's first stop is to communicate with citizens of the Southern Industrial Zone and listen to their opinions... This is Zhuo Yila's iron vote warehouse. She was able to survive the previous rounds of the election and support this group of people.

It is inseparable. Her campaign slogans are placed in front of almost every store, and her promotional posters are also everywhere.

Walking out of the car door, the newspaper reporter who had been waiting for a long time went out, and the camera lights from all directions immediately pointed at her. The residents on the left and right sides of the street also stopped their work and waved enthusiastically at Zhuo Yila, and it was obvious that she was here.

It does have a certain appeal.

"Don't bow your head and just face it with a smile." Zhuo Yila whispered to remind Nishiziyue, "You are my campaign mate, and you should be more confident in your every move."

From the moment she got off the bus, Xiziyue turned her eyes low and leaned back very much. It was not that she was stage frightened, but that she positioned herself as a bodyguard and should be kept low.

Unexpectedly, Zhuo Yila valued the label of running mate more.

After taking a deep breath, Xiziyue immediately changed her mind, adjusted her expression, and gave a bright smile to the nearest camera.

In everyone's eyes, the little girl who had buried her head tightly under the moment before suddenly showed up like the sun. This sense of gap instantly swept across the entire street. The sound of shutters around us once again ushered in a climax, accompanied by one after another

Praise.

"That's all right?"

"Yes, that's it." Zhuo Yila smiled with satisfaction, as if flowers were in full bloom in the background.

Xiziyue felt the strong sense of the plan from this person.

Good guy! You have pointed at my beauty from the beginning to win votes! Personal protection is just an excuse!

"Miss Rose, you are still..." The campaign assistant next to him showed embarrassment and whispered to remind Nishiziyue.

I have to admit that judging from the current situation, it might be wise to invite Miss Rose to become a running mate, but the new problem may be too wise.

The news title originally prepared by the team today was "Ms. Zhuo Yila's visit to the industrial zone", but it is very likely that after the whole story today, it will become "The Millennium Idol".

"No, it's not Rose in the wrong way, it's us." Zhuo Yila suddenly interrupted, "The styles of both of us today are not in line."

After saying this, the campaign assistant immediately realized that the two of them were not right in terms of clothing matching. Zhuo Yila's route today is down-to-earth civilian style, but on this track, she obviously cannot beat her.

Rose, the professional player, was so bright that she was covered up.

The styles of these two people must be staggered to form complementary.

"Please adjust next time." Zhuo Yila's voice cooled down slightly.

"Sorry, I will talk to the people in the makeup group." The campaign assistant wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Immediately, Zhuo Yila blinked at Xiziyue inadvertently, and this was the real plan.

Xiziyue immediately understood that only by doing this can we establish Zhuo Yila's strong position in the team and not become a dove leader who is driven forward.

Sure enough, she knew all these power skills in her heart, but she looked harmless.

Continue to move forward along this street, the style of this industrial area is becoming more and more in front of Xiziyue. The huge chimney in the factory, the towering steel like a giant skeleton, can be seen vaguely as the prototype of the airship, like a

Only whales that are still to develop.

Steam-driven cars also walked by on the road from time to time, and horses dragging steel materials. The strong and sweaty workers were manipulating these large equipment back and forth on the streets, but these strong men were seeing them.

When Zhuo Yila was about to stop, and waved her with a free hand to show her respect, as if it were the specifications of a minister paying homage to the queen.

Walking beside her, Xiziyue was also not as good as the Queen of Industry. Many people's eyes lit up when they looked at her. Of course, there were also many people who shyly moved their eyes after staring at her for a few times... It shouldn't be

Are you a regular customer in the store?

The team continued to move forward and reached a corner. Xi Ziyue suddenly stopped and her eyes fixed on a poster on the wall.

It's not a campaign poster or commercial, but... a wanted warrant.
Chapter completed!