Pokémon the Dream: Eevee's Journey of Change

Fürth stood in the richly decorated hall.

His hands were hanging unnaturally at his sides, his head slightly lowered.

The expression on his face seemed a little restrained and uneasy.

He glanced around from time to time, seeming to be unfamiliar and curious about the surrounding environment.

Others in the hall noticed Felt's presence.

Their eyes were full of curiosity and confusion.

Some people even stopped what they were doing and turned to look at Felt.

Trying to find some clues from him to explain why someone would come out specifically to greet him.

The sound of whispers gradually rose among the crowd, and people began to talk to each other.

"Who is this guy? Why is he getting such special treatment?"

A young woman asked softly, her eyes always fixed on Felt.

"Perhaps he is a relative or friend of some important person."

Another man guessed, with a hint of envy and dissatisfaction in his tone.

"The leader is actually going to receive us personally. This is too grand!"

There was obvious surprise in a woman's voice, and her eyes followed Felt's figure closely.

The discussions became louder and louder, and the originally quiet hall became noisy.

People's curiosity was aroused and they speculated about Felt's identity and background.

“Could it be some international friend?”

One person put forward his opinion, but it was immediately refuted by others.

"No way. He doesn't look like that."

Another person shook his head and said.

“I think he must be some big shot.”

Others expressed their own opinions.

however,

No one can be sure who Fürth is, and can only continue to observe and wait for more information.

"The world is so unfair. This guy is not only handsome, but also has such a strong background. How can ordinary people like us survive?"

A young man looked at the young man who was leaving.

There was a look of envy on his face, but more of it was deep jealousy and helplessness.

"That's right. We work so hard, but we're not as good as them in terms of relationships."

Another man echoed, his tone full of reluctance.

"Alas, in this society, you can't get anywhere without connections."

An old man sighed. He had experienced too many setbacks and difficulties and knew well the cruelty of this society.

"Those of us who don't have a background can only rely on our own efforts."

A young woman said helplessly that although she was beautiful, she was discriminated against because of her poor family background.

"What's the point of working hard? You still can't compare to other people's connections."

A man retorted that he felt he had tried very hard but still could not change the status quo.

"That's right. We work so hard, but we're not as good as them in terms of relationships."

Another man echoed that they all felt confused and helpless about their future.

"Alas, in this society, you can't get anywhere without connections."

An old man sighed again. He knew that he was old and would never have the chance to change his fate.

"Those of us who don't have a background can only rely on our own efforts."

The young woman said firmly that she believed that as long as she didn't give up, she would succeed one day.

Although Donald did not say so explicitly,

But the scene just now was indeed unusual.

Everyone present began to imagine and speculate on various possibilities.

Their eyes were full of curiosity about Fürth and desire to know the story behind him.

When Felt walked into the VIP room, he felt an indescribable surprise and joy in his heart.

The chubby leader in front of me is simply too enthusiastic!

The person who received him was a middle-aged man who looked to be about 30 or 40 years old.

As soon as the uncle saw Felt, a bright smile immediately broke out on his face, like a blooming flower.

His round face makes people feel friendly.

"Young man, you are Felt, right? Come in, come in."

Fürth was somewhat overwhelmed by such a warm welcome.

I could only force an awkward smile, not knowing what to say.

finally,

He had no choice but to follow the enthusiastic uncle to the sofa and sit down.

however,

at this time,

A staff member quietly walked up to the fat leader and reported a few words to him in a low voice.

The fat leader's brows were tightly furrowed, and a look of worry appeared on his face.

"what should I do?"

The fat leader muttered in a low voice.

"The leaders above have clearly stated that only this much can be approved this time, and increasing the number further is beyond our authority."

The staff explained helplessly.

"That won't do. How can that be possible?"

The fat leader said anxiously.

"Young man, wait a moment. I'm going to make a phone call outside and will be back soon."

Ye Luoli said to Felt apologetically, then stood up and walked towards the door.

"Ah? I just want to apply to become an elite trainer. Is it that complicated?"

When Felt heard his leader say that they had to continue waiting, he suddenly felt powerless and frustrated.

He originally thought that things would be resolved smoothly, but now he is stuck in a long wait.

Recalling the time when I was queuing,

Field noticed that other people handled similar business very quickly.

The procedure for one person can be completed in just three or four minutes.

however,

When it was his turn,

Half an hour has passed and there is still no progress.

This made him wonder if he had done something wrong or missed a key step.

Felt anxiously thought about possible problems.

Did I fill out the form incorrectly?

Or are the submitted documents incomplete?

Or was it a misunderstanding caused by poor communication with the staff?

These questions kept circling in his mind, making him more and more anxious.

"Young man, your situation is special. We are trying to get a bonus for you. Please wait a moment."

When Ye Luoli heard this, she stopped and said expressionlessly.

Her voice was cold and emotionless, as if she didn't care about what happened to Felt.

Felt's heart tightened, and he asked quickly:

"How long will it take?"

Ye Luoli glanced at the time and said lightly:

"It will probably take about ten minutes."

Felt nodded helplessly and had to continue waiting.

He prayed silently in his heart, hoping that the review would pass smoothly this time without any accidents.

after awhile,

The fat leader walked up to Felt, patted him on the shoulder, and said earnestly:

“Felt, your family is not wealthy, so wait a few more minutes.

You might get a few million more, and with that money, you will have a smoother path as a trainer."

Felt looked at the fat leader gratefully, with a glimmer of determination in his eyes:

"Thank you, leader. I will definitely work hard to become an excellent trainer!"

The fat leader smiled with satisfaction:

"Keep trying, I believe you can do it."

When Felt heard this, he thought it made sense, so he stopped complaining and waited patiently.

Time passed by,

He looked at the door anxiously, hoping that Ye Luoli would come back soon.

Finally, Ye Luoli came back, she looked a little tired.

"Wait a little longer."

When Felt heard this, he was stunned.

He widened his eyes and looked at Ye Luoli in disbelief.

"Wait a few more minutes and you can get a few more millions?"

The news shocked him.

He thought to himself:

“Is my time really that valuable?”

This question troubled him, and he began to re-examine his status and values.

He originally thought he was just an ordinary trainer.

But now it seems that is not the case.

however,

Ye Luoli didn't give him a chance to respond.

She hurried out of the room with the papers, leaving Field alone with his thoughts.

at the same time,

Ye Luoli dialed the phone, her tone serious and steady, without any waves.

"Shirley, what are you doing?" she asked.

then,

She continued:

"We finally have an 11-year-old elite trainer genius here, and this is how you treat him?

Is that all you're going to give to a beggar?"

There was clear dissatisfaction in her voice.

"11 years old! Only 11 years old!

Do you know what this means? "

Ye Luoli emphasized, seeming very dissatisfied with the other party's handling method.