"Sir, have you ever heard about Night Breeze and the beliefs of a certain lady?"
The old man had a cautious and pious expression on his face.
Apparently, he was one of the four missionaries raised by the Fire Bearers.
He had just quietly observed Sean with his eyes for a while, following the method instructed by the fire bearer, carefully identifying whether the young gentleman in front of him was a suitable target for preaching.
They have a specific method of observing potential targets, and they can always find gentlemen and ladies with good intentions. Even if the target is not interested in what they preach, they will never turn around and report their preaching to the education officer——
The old man had obviously noticed Mr. Dickinson's kindness just now. So, although he hesitated to come forward to preach because he sensed that there seemed to be too many souls, he had to come over because he was accidentally seen by Sean beforehand.
After hearing the old man's question, Sean burst into laughter.
Mission, the mission comes to the head of the founder.
This situation made Sean feel slightly funny, but more importantly, he was relieved and excited.
Hopman and the others are doing a good job!
Sean smiled at the kind and energetic old man: "No, sir, I have other things to be busy with.
"However, I believe there will be people willing to listen. I wish you a good day." Nodding slightly, Sean and Olivia quickly left the old man.
The old man was attracted by Sean's demeanor and stared at the backs of the two people for a long time without looking away.
Sean, who noticed that the old man was watching, had another sigh in his heart: If this devout preacher knew that Mr. Shawshank Rogers and Ms. Hershey were walking in front of him, who knows what he would be like. What was the reaction?
After shaking his head, Sean "mercifully" did not continue thinking, pushed open the door of the newspaper office, and walked in.
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Time soon came to the day when Long Island Bill held a charity banquet for Ms. Taro.
The weather was sunny that day, and after a few rains in early spring, the sky looked like washed glass.
All things are sprouting on Long Island, and the clouds in the sky are soft and graceful.
It seems that God knows that there is something worth celebrating today and has prepared a rare scene.
Although they were already at odds in private, Daisy and Sean, as partners in some of Bill's businesses, still received invitations to charity banquets - after all, appearances still had to be maintained.
Of course, there may be another layer to Bill's invitation - if Sean ignores such a major matter, it may cause Dickinson to become suspicious of the contamination of his newspaper. After Bill had done that kind of thing, he naturally showed his magnanimity even more, as if it had nothing to do with the newspaper being polluted.
Therefore, the invitation letter appeared in front of Sean.
Considering the complications that might arise at Bill's house that day, Sean did not let Little John serve as his driver and deputy. He drove to the Fog and Rose Hotel himself, then transferred to Daisy's magnificent Benjamin, and drove to Long Island with Daisy, whom he had not seen for a long time.
Daisy was wearing a pearl white dress today and a rather fashionable and simple white lady's hat on her head.
She is still bright and charming. There is no longer any shadow of sadness in the green pupils. When seeing Sean, there will always be a little more smile in those eyes.
She knew that Sean now had his own newspaper, and she was sincerely happy that he had his own business. On the way to Long Island, she kept asking Sean enthusiastically about various things about the newspaper.
Obviously, she was particularly concerned about the negative news of the past few days. Daisy was obviously relieved to hear that Sean had solved it perfectly and the negative impact had been minimized.
"I know you can solve it..." Daisy had a bright smile on her face.
Sean looked at her appearance and suddenly remembered the first time he took a car with her to Bill's house.
At that time, he had not yet become an official explorer. He was a foreigner who was at a loss when facing the mystery. Aaliya still didn't know where she was, and doubts were weighing heavily on his head.
But at this time, he was completely different. Because of his confidence in his own strength, his demeanor was so calm that even the unknown mist seemed to shy away from him, fearing to be burned by the golden flame.
And Daisy is no longer the one who helps. Now Sean has protected her in turn.
The sound of the band playing came, and Sean's attention turned from the inside to the outside. He looked indifferently in the direction of Bill's Mansion not far away, and saw that the vehicles were already lined up there, and a huge banner was hung on the iron plate with the word B on it. Above the door, there are the words "Tarot Foundation Charity Auction and Banquet" tied on it.
The car stopped at the end of the queue. The waiter in a small hat quickly ran to Benjamin's car, opened the door, and asked Sean and Daisy out. The old driver with a mustache was in charge of waiting in line for parking arrangements. .
Daisy took Sean's arm and walked towards the door.
Usually, at such a banquet, the formerly weak Daisy and the unknown Sean would not get much attention.
But the situation is different now. Although the "Beacon Evening News" has not yet been able to break into the 50,000-copy club, news that it has fought several good battles has spread to all walks of life. Everyone wants to meet the young but tough Xiao Xiao En Dickinson.
So, when Sean held Daisy's arm and walked toward the crowd gathered at the door, some people who didn't know each other rushed to say hello to Sean: "Mr. Dickinson!
"Mr. Dickinson!"
bow tie. cigar. White gloves. Pearl necklace. Frequent handshakes. An overly enthusiastic smile.
Everyone seems to know that this young man from Leon, who is still climbing the ladder for the time being, will become one of the newspaper tycoons competing for success in New York City in the future.
In addition to the overly enthusiastic people, there are also the reporters waiting outside the door.
Obviously, in recent times, the name Sean Dickinson, who has challenged the entire newspaper industry and successfully defeated various challenges, has become a fuel for newspaper sales, as you can tell from the frequency with which the disposable flashlights around him are lit.
Sean didn't really enjoy such attention yet, with a mask-like smile on his face.
At first, Daisy was a little surprised. However, her brightly made-up expression was calm and she still faced everything in front of her perfectly.
While Sean bravely dealt with all kinds of conversations, friendships, introductions and greetings, he kept leading Daisy and moved slowly towards the door.
In the chaos, a waiter saw them and strode over quickly: "Mr. Dickinson, Miss Daisy... you are special guests and can sign in in advance."
Sean, who felt like he was being pardoned, took a breath and smiled apologetically to the guests who were also waiting around him. He followed the waiter through the crowd and came to the inside of the iron gate. Together with Daisy, he wrote his own signature in the signature book. Name, became one of the first guests to enter the park.
After entering the garden, Sean saw from a distance that the courtyard in front of the mansion, which was used to being decorated with lights and colorful decorations, was actually much neater and more elegant today - obviously, the owner of this place also knew that charity banquets should not be too extravagant.
Just as Sean was trying to find his partner among the guests who had already entered the park, he suddenly heard a noise coming from outside the door:
"Here she comes! Lady Taro is here!"
