When Einstein holds the hand in a rugged time zone
While "Sage's Key" was being recited silently, Sean, who was far away in New Testament, was sitting in the car, holding a
"Moon Key" is in a trance. He had a habit of holding it when he was thinking or lost in thought, and it gave him a sense of peace.
His mind was still on the cocktail party just now. In fact, it was difficult for him to explain why he gave all the money he had to the two young men with one stroke of his pen.
Thirty thousand New Zealand dollars is not a small number. Regarding predictions for the future, no amount of logical deduction will necessarily work.
No matter how outstanding those two young people are and how correct their ideas are, from the perspective of rational analysis, they will never output a
"Definitely successful" result. The reason why he is so sure is because
"Feel". Yes, when he heard Henry Lubben and Brice Harden telling others about this magazine called "Times", he seemed to see a future.
In that future, two young people really fulfilled their promise and made a great magazine that almost all the new middle class read.
It was just a feeling, and Sean followed that feeling. He vaguely knew that this was also the way an enlightened person sensed the world.
It does not rely on reason and logic, but an intuition that comes from feelings. Of course, on the other hand, it was also because he had financial confidence... When the car arrived, Sean got out of the car and strode into his newspaper office.
"Mr. Dickinson!" greetings came one after another, and everyone looked at their boss with almost admiration, who could be said to have created a miracle in the newspaper industry.
He walked past the press area and saw an empty desk with
"Holly Chuck" brand name.
"Quick Shot Chuck", the new reporter that Norton finally poached, was originally the number one reporter at Le Monde. No matter in terms of news sense, rushing to the front line of news and the speed of writing articles, they are among the best in the industry.
Sometimes, he outputs so many articles that Sean has to suspect that he is a part-time news explorer.
Passing by the manager's office, there was a sound coming from inside
The voice of "Little John" on the phone: "...No Bell, this is a terrible idea! Tell them, our newspaper will never adopt it..." Although he is called Little John, his ability cannot be underestimated.
Previously, competitors maliciously smeared the Evening News through unfair means. Little John contacted many friends in the industry and resolved the crisis smartly and effectively.
In terms of public relations, this young man is a genius. Combined with his collective sense of honor and drive, Sean couldn't have asked for a better employee.
Jingle Bell! Jingle Bell! ——Since he walked in, the ringing of the advertising department has almost never stopped.
Mr. Dupres, who used to be listless all day long, is now privately referred to as
"Superman". He seemed to work more than twelve hours a day. He managed the Evening News' advertising business in an orderly manner and prospered.
Moreover, he also has a terrible sense of smell, which can almost directly eliminate low-quality advertisers that may have a negative impact on the reputation of the Evening News... This may be related to his misanthropic traits.
Passing by the editor-in-chief’s office,
"Ugly Lion" Norton was looking at the newspaper on the blackboard in trance, seeming to be thinking about something. Sean walked directly into his office without interrupting.
Today, he and these elite soldiers have built the "Lighthouse Evening News" into an invincible battleship.
Performance is progressing steadily and unstoppably. This newspaper, which was originally so depressed that it was about to be sold, has now become one of the
The "100,000-a-day sales club" can bring Sean a net profit of nearly 10,000 New Zealand dollars a month.
"Ugly Lion" Norton,
"Superman" Depress,
"Little John"
"Quick Shot" Chuck...all one hundred and twelve employees of the Evening Beacon. This is his confidence now.
There was nothing he needed to do. He opened the curtains, poured a glass of water, and sat in his seat. Not thinking about anything, just breathing,
"keeping it. those who will be in Shambhala
"Enlightenment" means waking up here exactly as it is. His soul is like an ever-expanding ocean.
While sitting quietly, Sean's brows suddenly frowned. Something is wrong, something is happening.
The dual excitement of enlightenment and divine power made him sense something. He closed the curtains, closed his eyes, and turned most of his thoughts into Shawshank Rogers.
In order to assist in meditation, Shawshank was also meditating in the black mansion at this time. He quickly stood up and stepped into the Night Wind Temple.
Squinting among nearly eight hundred candles. Soon, he discovered that four of the candles were in the wrong state.
The flames are being restrained by fear. what happens? Shawshank sat cross-legged in the middle of the candles, focusing his mind on the four candles... Fear... is the feeling of fear and uneasiness.
Then, like tuning in to a radio station, he gradually heard clearly what one of them was saying in his heart.
"...Madam, why, why did the sheepdog people suddenly come to me? They also directly searched for "The Long Poem of the Night Wind"! Fortunately, I broke the spine and made the ink disappear. Otherwise, they would have found the evidence Something!
"Are you listening? Are you listening? They are going to lock me up! Please give me enough courage to go through such a terrible ordeal!" Sean immediately woke up and quickly turned the four candles to listen. Later, he discovered that the shepherd dogs broke into the homes of these four believers at almost the same time, and searched them without saying anything. It seemed that they knew that they had a secret belief and that there were evidences!
Fortunately, Sean's preparation and
"Training" comes in handy. These four believers all broke the spine of the book at the critical moment, turning the only token "The Long Poem of the Night Wind" into a wordless book.
However, one believer did not listen to his advice and actually made a statue of the goddess out of ebony wood.
The idol, which was clearly not part of the Salvationist faith, was taken away by the sheepdogs. Sean felt secretly tense in his heart - if it weren't for the lady's listening network and his own attribute of enlightenment, he might not even know that these four believers were being hunted for no reason.
Now that he has mastered it, then... through Shawshank, Sean connected his ectoplasm to the four candles, conveying the warmth of the oath torch.
Warm gold poured into the four souls. Soon, the four people who were originally tortured by fear inexplicably calmed down.
The situation is considered stable for the time being. The rescue cannot be planned, and neither the fire bearer nor Shawshank Rogers himself can appear, otherwise, it would be directly telling the sheepdog that a secret organization does exist.
To deal with this crisis, we can only rely on these four believers themselves. The point is, why does this happen?
He has always been very cautious, and the Pink Detective Agency's line has long been cut off... What is certain is that the Shenting side does not know the existence of Yefeng's faith at all, and it is even less likely to send out shepherd dogs to conduct a direct search—— Today's search means that a longer and more in-depth secret investigation has been carried out.
Why is this happening? The Divine Court had clearly not grasped this level, but suddenly caught four believers?
Moreover, evidence was collected directly at the arrest scene? It was as if they had been convicted in advance. The confusion didn't last long, and the answer emerged by itself.
He thought of the calm Rockfield's face that night, cane in hand. Yes. He is the only one who has this ability that the New Testament shepherd dogs believe in and value so much.
So-called
"Being on good terms with yourself" is just to stabilize yourself on the surface, and then use various means to weaken the new god who doesn't know the details of him.
Sean sighed slightly: he was afraid of himself, and he wanted to draw out the fire. He wanted to destroy that
The belief in "Golden Flame" weakens one's own power! For Yefeng Faith, this disaster is inevitable.
