"Father, it's been two days..."
At night, in the study on the second floor of Znamensky Cathedral, Dino looked at the bill in front of him and sighed longly.
Two full days have passed since the official distribution of broth and dairy products yesterday, and the end of today. The operating funds of the Truth Church can no longer be described as shrinking. It is as barren as a kidney drained by a succubus!
There is really not a drop left...
Fortunately, the supplies needed for tomorrow have been transported to the warehouse outside the city, and they can still last for another day. If no new funds have flowed in by the end of tomorrow, Dino will stop distributing broth and dairy products no matter what Ma Wei says.
The reason is simple, they have no money to pay the farmers, and even tomorrow’s balance has not yet been paid!
Dino once again felt a crisis, and this feeling reminded him of the failed investment three years ago.
History seems to be repeating itself. He has done everything he can to put his wealth on the gambling table. However, signs of failure have appeared and it is difficult to continue to persevere.
As an experienced person, Dino would never agree to Ma Wei selling or mortgaging assets. Three days is enough to prove success or failure. Why should we continue to increase investment?
"Dino, I'm not doing business, and this isn't an investment."
Beside the dimly lit desk, Ma Wei was nestled in a chair, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand, and said with lowered eyebrows: "This is a psychological war. Whoever can't hold on first will lose."
Dino didn't know why Ma Wei was so calm. He said anxiously: "They can just watch indifferently, but we really can't hold on any longer!"
"Standing on the sidelines? No...the time left for them is running out." Ma Wei took a sip of hot tea and said with a smile: "Didn't you notice that there has been no movement from Paul I's side in the past two days?"
"I discovered it, so what?"
"There is no movement, which means they are also waiting and watching, wanting to see the limits of the Truth Church, and we are the only ones who know the limits of the Truth Church." Ma Wei said softly: "They have this idea because the size of the Truth Church is very small. , It is difficult to afford such a huge expense, so what will happen when we persist for three days? What will they think? A beggar suddenly goes on a shopping spree and takes out almost all his savings. What does this mean?"
His eyelids twitched slightly, Dino thought: "A beggar who goes on a shopping spree? An interesting metaphor...According to normal logic, if a beggar suddenly spends money like crazy, either he has made a fortune recently, or Just looking for death."
"What if this beggar had always been cautious and calculated every penny he spent?"
"Then he is definitely crazy." Dino said firmly.
Ma Wei nodded: "So, other people think so too. I just want to put pressure on them and make them have the illusion. In the eyes of Paul I, we are madmen, but after seeing Finn Drost's military exploits In the eyes of the aristocracy...we are the nouveau riche who have made a fortune, so it is understandable that we would engage in retaliatory consumption behavior."
Dino's eyes lit up and he completely reacted.
After meeting Finn Drost, the military nobles all knew that the Church of Truth had a big benefactor, and the real reason for their hesitation was whether the Church of Truth could cope with Paul I's offensive.
At present, the Church of Truth has used broth and dairy products to raise its reputation to an appalling height, proving its strength. At the same time, Paul I's unresponsive side will also make the military nobles feel that the king may fail.
Ma Wei's unconventional move struck a delicate balance, breaking the situation and paving the way for the future!
Psychological warfare!
After being excited for a while, Dino suddenly remembered something: "No, we can persist for three days at most. If the military nobles don't send supplies tomorrow, won't we expose our secrets?"
"That's right." Ma Wei took out his pocket watch, opened it with a snap, and stared at the beating second hand: "Now, the communication should be ready."
"what to prepare?"
"The straw that broke the camel's back."
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Under the dark night sky, heavy snow was flying, and countless snowflakes fell with the wind, covering the roof of the carriage.
This is a freight train traveling in heavy snow. Dim yellow kerosene lamps hang on both sides of the front of the vehicle. They look like dragon's holes in the darkness. The workers are shouting in unison, pushing the carriage out of the muddy pit, slowly heading towards the city of Tyumen. move.
The sound of tinkling bells carried through the night, and anyone who saw the convoy would have assumed it was loaded with cargo, which it was.
The horse-drawn carriage was loaded with large pieces of beef wrapped in oilcloth, buckets of milk, cheese that looked like millstones, sugar...
As they got closer to Tyumen City, more and more eyes noticed the convoy. They all hid in the darkness and observed carefully, not daring to get too close for fear of being discovered by the other party.
Perhaps the cargo was too heavy. The axle of a carriage suddenly broke, and the carriage suddenly collapsed. The cargo fell into the snow. Workers came with kerosene lamps, and the light gathered together illuminated the underside of the tarpaulin. of beef, cheese....
"Damn it! What on earth are you doing?!"
Amidst the angry curses, a young man in rich clothes stepped out of the car. His face was hidden in a black velvet cloak. His appearance could not be seen clearly. We could only imagine his anger from his fierce body language.
The workers quickly unloaded the goods from the carriage and put them on other carriages. With such a heavy snowstorm, repairing the axles would have to wait until tomorrow.
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew off the young man's black velvet hood. The young man's expression changed. He quickly grabbed the hood and put it on again. While tightening the black ribbon, he looked around cautiously, as if he was afraid of his identity. exposed.
but....
A fleeting moment was enough for eyes in the darkness to see his appearance clearly.
The eldest son of Baron Vladimir - Goffman!
Why is he here?
Why is he transporting beef and cheese to Tyumen?
What does he want to do? !
All kinds of doubts came to mind, and they were quickly answered.
there is only one truth......
Baron Vladimir has defected to the Church of Truth!
After getting this answer, the peeping eyes in the darkness disappeared one after another, and with a faint anger, they quickly escaped into the wind and snow.
Soon, the goods were reloaded and the convoy embarked on the journey again, and the gorgeously dressed young man returned to the carriage at the front.
The anger melted like ice and snow, and his face returned to calm. The young man held the Siren's Tears tightly in his hand, glanced at the darkness on both sides, his lips wriggled, and said to himself:
"Did I overact?"
