"Faith," Sterling said. "It's an alien king. It doesn't believe in the sky or the sun. It believes in the earth and death."
"And then?"
"That's the end of the story," Sterling said.
Fannity turned her head in confusion.
She'd just heard a child's laughter.
It made her wonder if she was crazy.
Fannity looked around.
"Captain … Captain."
"Huh? What? "
"What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood? "
"No, nothing." Fannity shook her head. "Can you tell what's the point of these photos my friend sent me?"
"It should be the key to the relic."
"What key?"
"When I came in, I noticed that the relic wasn't complete. I suspect that part of it isn't here."
"I still don't understand."
"The relic was cut up and moved to another place. The murals in the relic actually point to another part of the relic."
"Moved to another place? How can such a large relic be moved? "
"Rather than moving, it's more like building it somewhere else," Sterling said. "Maybe because of the environment or politics, the relic couldn't be built on the original foundation, so the owner moved to another place for some purpose and continued building the rest of the relic. As for the purpose … I don't know."
Sterling paused. Then he continued, "But from all the signs, your friend has found the other half of the relic. He's sending you an invitation. If you can decipher it, you'll have the right to explore more secrets with him."
…
"Chen, come take a walk with me," Laurent said.
"If you want to go, go by yourself. Why do you have to drag me along? We're not that close." Chen Zhao rolled his eyes.
"I'm going back to Sacramento tomorrow."
"Oh, Winnip's back?"
Chen Zhao was secretly happy. The old b * stard could finally leave.
He could live alone with Fali again.
Suddenly, Chen Zhao felt that the sun was bright and the air was clear again.
The entire world had become beautiful.
"I want to go to Pamela's neighborhood again. Come with me."
The old b * stard was so afraid of death.
Why did he have to go there?
However, Maple Leaf Community was no longer in danger.
"I'm not going. If you want to go, go by yourself."
"If you don't come with me, I'll tell Fali that you beat me."
"If you're going to tell Fali, I'll tell Winnip. I'm going to find my old flame."
Laurent was furious. "I'm so angry. Why would Fali like a bastard like you?"
"I'm also curious why a bastard like you would have a girl like Fali."
"I'll go myself." Laurent took the car keys and left.
Chen Zhao picked up his phone. Just then, he received a message.
In the first race of the Diamond League in Tokyo, the American athlete Rutherford won the first place in the men's 100m sprint with a time of 9.59 seconds. This result broke his personal record and made him the first athlete to run under 9.6 seconds.
Although Usain Bolt was still the world record holder, Rutherford still had a lot of room for improvement compared to Usain Bolt.
Bolt had turned thirty-two this year, but Ford was in the prime of his life.
He was still improving rapidly. In the past year, he'd run under 9.7 many times. In the last national championship, he'd even run 9.60.
This was his first time participating in the Diamond League and he'd broken through again.
Would he be able to maintain the same level of performance in the second race of the Diamond League, London?
Or would he surpass his own record? Or even the world record?
It was hard to break the world record of 9.58 seconds, but Rutherford still had hope.
Chen Zhao slapped his forehead. The Diamond League that Rutherford was participating in had already started.
He remembered that Rutherford had said that the sixth race of the Diamond League would be held in New York on June 21st.
He'd also promised Rutherford that he'd go and watch his race.
June 21st, New York City.
Chen Zhao called Bord. "Hey, Bord, it's me."
"Ah, Mr. Chen, what's up?"
"Is Rutherford training?"
"Yes, he is."
"Where are you and him now?"
"We're in London. We're here to get used to the environment."
"Oh, Rutherford's been good recently, right?"
"Yes, Mr. Chen. Did you see the news of his victory in Tokyo?"
"Yes, I did," Chen Zhao replied. "Tell him that I'm happy with his current condition. Okay, I won't disturb you anymore."
The more successful Rutherford was, the more he'd benefit.
Rutherford was already making money. In the past three months, he'd already accepted two endorsements.
One of them was as high as one million dollars. It was still a long way from a real superstar, but it was a good sign for Chen Zhao.
What was a superstar for a track and field athlete?
One race could create a superstar.
It was the same in both America and China.
If Rutherford could break the world record, the media would naturally create a god.
It wasn't like basketball or soccer players, who needed at least one or more seasons to prove themselves.
A top athlete's endorsement fee was at least tens of millions of dollars.
…
In a luxurious manor —
"Sorry, Mr. Talist. I can't go to your party tonight. I'm sorry."
"It's okay, I understand," Talist replied politely.
He'd just hung up when another call came in. "Hello, Mr. Talist. I'm sorry I can't go to your party today."
"…"
Twenty minutes later, Talist was so angry that he almost smashed the phone.
Within twenty minutes, there were actually five people who had originally agreed to attend the party, but they had actually refused to attend his party.
He was a celebrity, after all, but now it seemed like he'd been isolated.
Another call came in. It was from his old friend. "Ange, you're not calling to tell me you won't come to my party, are you?"
"Huh, Talist, how did you know?"
"Can you tell me why?"
"I received Rasfa's invitation."
"You know that Rasfa and I are enemies! You should support me. "When Talist heard this, he was so angry that he almost spat blood.
"Talist, of course I support you when it comes to company decisions, but I heard that Rasfa's party will provide the legendary Purple Brew."
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