Although Bucky was very resistant to credit because it would make him feel like he had to bear the pressure of working for others, the power of faith could be produced endlessly, so Bucky didn't feel too sad.
Generally speaking, a fanatical believer like Mr. Besson could produce one unit of Strength of Faith in three days, while a believer who was one level lower than Mr. Besson would need about eight to ten days to produce one unit of Strength of Faith.
A unit of Strength of Faith had to be produced by the same believer, and it was impossible for several believers to 'make up the bill' together. So in theory, even a fanatical believer like Mr. Besson could produce a threshold of Strength of Faith in his life.
So in order to get more units of Strength of Faith, he either had to develop more believers or turn ordinary believers into loyal believers.
It was said that there was a kind of believer who could produce more than one unit of Strength of Faith in a day, and these people were called Petitioners by the gods. Petitioners generally lived in the God's Kingdom.
Oh … Of course, Bucky was a very pragmatic person, so Petitioners were too far away for him, and he didn't know how to create Petitioners.
In fact, he now had more than eighty believers, and the whole church was now completely in the early stage of developing mysterious ideas for a long time.
First, he set a small goal, such as one thousand believers.
"Then … if I want to buy something in the future, how can I find you?" Bucky knew that he couldn't keep a super assistant like Miss Maid, so he simply began to plan for the future.
When Lucifer contracted him, he even gave him the ability to call out to Lucifer. Thinking about it, this club couldn't be stingier than Lucifer, right?
Miss Maid smiled at this time, "My master left this with me before he went on vacation, and asked me to give it to you when it's about time. Now is the time."
With that, You Ye handed a black card to Bucky. Buggy looked at it curiously, but he couldn't see anything special about it. There was only a special golden mark on it.
Miss Maid said calmly, "This is a five-time 10% discount card. When you need it, it will guide you to our shop and you can enjoy a 10% discount for five transactions."
Bucky nodded and asked curiously, "Why five times?"
Miss Maid blinked her eyes and said, "Because there are also 10-times 10% discount cards, 100-times 10% discount cards, 5-times 20% discount cards, 10-times 20% discount cards … and even the highest level of the eternal 40% discount card. As for what kind of black card you can get in the end, it depends on your own efforts. The more generous the customer is, the longer the customer will be with us. Of course, the more benefits we will get. Isn't this the rule of business? "
Eternal 40% Discount Card!
Buggy didn't think too much about it. He just did a simple arithmetic problem in his heart. He owed the club 200 units of the power of faith. If he had the Eternal 40% Discount Card, that was to say, 120 units would be enough!
Buggy couldn't help breathing faster, and then asked nervously, "Has anyone really gotten the Eternal 40% Discount Card?"
Miss Maid said calmly, "Of course, and it's your predecessor."
"Predecessor … who?" Buggy was stunned.
However, Miss Maid showed a beautiful smile and disappeared in front of Buggy. As she said, the work of tutoring Buggy had been completed, and she would not give Buggy any help for free.
…
After finishing the conversation with Miss Maid, Buggy walked back along the road. From afar, Buggy saw his most loyal and lovely believer, Mr. Besson.
As the first servant who took care of the daily life of the messenger of God, Mr. Besson was very loyal to his duty.
Spitting saliva on his palms, he rubbed it twice and then wiped it on his hair. Buggy tidied up his appearance in the mirror of a car, and finally put on the carnival mask.
Buggy walked out of the back of the car with his hands behind his back, and made a low cough, "Besson, my servant, you can leave now."
"Messenger!" Mr. Besson quickly came to Buggy, and said with joy, "Just now, one of our lovely believers told me that he is willing to bring his family to you to listen to the gospel delivered by the messenger."
"Oh, really? Let's meet if there is a chance. "Buggy nodded casually.
Now, with the help of Miss Maid, Buggy felt that his foundation was stable, and he was not in a hurry at this time. As a noble messenger of God, how could he show his vulgarity?
"Okay, I will tell him the truth." Mr. Besson nodded, "Let his beautiful daughter and wife wait. Messenger, you are really tired."
Buggy coughed twice and said seriously, "I think it is inappropriate to let the future believers who want to listen to the gospel wait. Let's do it this way. If that person is free, let's meet tomorrow. "
"Messenger, you are so kind!" Mr. Besson praised, "I will inform him of his arrival as soon as possible."
Buggy nodded and added, "And his daughter and wife, I will not let them go …"
"What?" Mr. Besson was stunned.
Buggy said calmly, "I mean, I will not let go of any opportunity to spread the glory of my Lord."
In the praise of Mr. Besson again, Buggy happily got into the car and slowly left the underground parking lot of the hospital.
At this time, Mr. Besson's phone suddenly rang again, "It must be the good news brought by the believers again! Messenger, can you let me answer the phone? "
Buggy waved his hand. This guy is good, but he needs to report to me every time he does something … Buggy yawned quietly and felt a little hungry.
Recently, he felt that he was very easy to be hungry. Whenever he was hungry, he wanted to eat meat, especially the rare steak.
Buggy never knew that this kind of half-cooked steak mixed with blood could be so delicious … Next time, should he ask the chef to try to make it more raw?
"Messenger! Another good news! " Mr. Besson turned his head at this time with a look of surprise, "Sure enough, under the guidance of my Lord, more and more elites will join us."
"Oh, whose wife is it this time … I mean, who is it this time?" Buggy asked curiously.
Mr. Besson said at this time, "This time, she is different from my previous friends. This time, she is the real boss behind my company! "
Buggy was stunned. During this period of time, he and Mr. Besson's wife talked about the glory of human nature in simple terms from time to time, and Buggy also learned a lot about Mr. Besson from them.
For example, how he became rich more than ten years ago, and what business he was doing now. Mr. Besson's own company was actually a subsidiary of a big group, and so on.
Mr. Besson was the president of such a small company, but his friends were already in the circle of rich people. If it was the big boss behind Mr. Besson, who knew how big the boss behind Mr. Besson was!
Buggy suddenly became interested. Once he could subdue the big boss behind Mr. Besson, it would be immeasurably beneficial for his future development!
"Who is this man?"
Mr. Besson quickly said, "It's Mr. San Fran!"
San Fran?
Buggy was stunned. It seemed that … he had never heard of this name.
But since this man was the big boss behind Mr. Besson, he should have great power in society, right? But Buggy was not afraid at all — he had just subdued a big boss from the Ministry of Defense!
"Oh, I see. When I am free, bring him over and let me meet him."
"Messenger, I will not let you down!" Mr. Besson nodded solemnly.
"By the way, what does the wife look like? Is she a smart woman?" Buggy asked the question he was more concerned about.
The car slowly left.
…
…
My humble house.
The humidity at night was a bit heavy, especially in this ancient city by the sea. Fortunately, it was summer now, and such humidity and cool wind obviously did not make people feel uncomfortable.
Song Ying was still busy with the Song Dynasty Group.
Strictly speaking, the Song family had a big business but not a big family. Because Song Tianyou had crossed the sea in those years, he was the only real member of the Song family, and the rest were only a few loyal old servants.
And most of these old people had reduced their losses in these years of hard work. Therefore, even if Song Tianyou later took root in South America and reorganized the Song family, the Song family was still in a situation where there were few people.
People had their traditions, and Song Tianyou was a very traditional person. He still maintained some old ideas in many aspects, such as the family business should only be passed on to the sons and not to the daughters. Although Song Ying used her excellent performance to win Master Song's tolerance and change, she was still a long way from truly overthrowing Master Song's inherent values.
She worked hard for this, even if she used the room as an office.
After eleven o 'clock, the servant brought supper and refreshment drinks.
Song Ying put down the documents in her hand and picked up the cup, but suddenly remembered something, so she stopped and asked, "How's that guy learning? Did the etiquette teacher say anything? "
The servant was actually not old, even younger than Song Ying. In fact, she was also a person who came out after being trained in the village. She was a graduate two years later than Gan Hong. Her name was Yakiko, and she was Japanese.
"That guy?" Yakiko was a lively girl. At this time, she blinked and asked wittily, "Miss Ying, who are you talking about?"
Song Ying rolled her eyes, "Want to die? How do you want to do it? "
Ya Kiko giggled. She was young, but she was very voluptuous. When she giggled, her chest bounced up and down shamelessly. She twirled a strand of her hair around her finger and said softly, "Young Master Qiu finished the etiquette teacher's guidance early. It should be about time for him to rest."
Song Ying was stunned and frowned, "Finished early? Didn't he go easy on him? "
Yakiko said, "Miss, you know how old-fashioned the etiquette teacher is. Even if we want to go easy on Master Qiu, Teacher Kral won't do it."
Song Ying shook her head, "What do you mean?"
Yakiko said with a strange expression, "Teacher Kral said that Master Qiu doesn't need to learn etiquette at all. As long as he sits here, it's already a model of etiquette. I don't know exactly what it is, but after Teacher Kral went in, he came out not long after. He even scolded you, miss, and asked if you were deliberately making fun of him. "
"Is he really that good?" Song Ying frowned and said to herself, "Kral is the etiquette teacher of many descendants of ancient aristocrats. He can be said to be an encyclopedia of etiquette. But he gave such a high evaluation … Didn't he grow up in an ordinary family?"
Yakiko held her cheeks and said, "Miss, don't you think that this Master Qiu's appearance is too unbelievable?"
Song Ying looked at Yakiko.
Yakiko didn't seem to notice the change in Song Ying's expression. She just stared blankly at the ceiling and said, "You know, Master Qiu just went out on a mission and picked up a random person. Unexpectedly, he turned out to be the relative that Father has been looking for for decades. Isn't this too much of a coincidence?"
Song Ying suddenly asked, "What are you trying to say? Are you saying that there's something wrong with my uncle? "
Yakiko shook her head, "Of course I won't doubt Master Qiu. But this Master Qiu who appeared out of nowhere is hard to say. Anyway, with the current technology, it's quite easy to forge a blood bond, right? "
Song Ying shook her head. When Yakiko said this, her heart was a little shaken.
It was easy for others to think that there was something strange about the appearance of "Master Qiu", or even that he might have come for the Song family's wealth — after all, although Father Song didn't make it public that he was looking for his relative, it was impossible to say that there was no news of it after decades.
If this was an elaborate scam.
Father Song, her grandfather, really liked Luoqiu … This Luoqiu was carefully cultivated to please Father Song.
"Yakiko, help me do something." Thinking of this, Song Ying changed her tone and said seriously, "You absolutely can't let Fifth Uncle know."
"Miss, go ahead." Yakiko patted her chest.
Song Ying directly whispered into Yakiko's ear, "I want you to go to China tonight. I will tell others that you are helping me on a business trip. After you arrive in China, I will give you the next step. "
Yakiko nodded, "Then I'll leave right away."
…
In the same humble house, Luoqiu's room was opposite Song Ying's room. Gan Hong's room was next to Luoqiu's room, and their rooms were the same.
Using the words of ancient times, Gan Hong was probably defined as a servant girl who slept with a man.
But at this time, Gan Hong was no longer there. She had been told to rest early — of course, Luoqiu used a little trick to make this girl who insisted on staying up all night easily fall asleep.
"Really? Buggy has already entered the orbit." Luoqiu smiled slightly.
Of course, he was not talking to the air, but to a three-dimensional projection on the table.
It was only about 30 centimeters high. This was the projection of the club's servant girl in front of the boss. It looked so perfect everywhere, just like a real figurine, which made people want to hold it in their hands and play with it carefully.
"Now that Buggy has subdued Orphie, his future will be much easier …" Miss Servant Girl was still working on her work report.
Although the boss temporarily transferred most of his authority to Miss Servant Girl during his vacation, Miss Servant Girl had never changed her position. In You Ye's eyes, such a transfer of authority was just to share more trivial things for the master, so that he could have a pleasant vacation.
"You can deal with Buggy's affairs. I'm more curious about another thing." Luoqiu pondered for a while, and suddenly asked, "If you want to show a miracle, there should be many ways. Why did you choose to use Dr. Franch in the end? I think it must be dazzling at the last moment of his life. "
Miss Servant Girl whispered, "Because it is so dazzling, You Ye wants to keep it until you come back and see it with your own eyes. Time can brew fragrance, isn't that what you said? "
Luoqiu was stunned, looking at the delicate projection of Miss Servant Girl in front of him. His fingers moved slightly, wanting to touch the delicate projection's lips.
It was a wonderful thought.
Luo Qiu took a deep breath … This suppressed emotion, this faint feeling that should have been born in a few words earlier … was really wonderful.
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