Fellow Daoists, Would You Like To Buy Gatling?

  Chapter 433 429. My colleague is a male **** (1)

  "We are the eldest son of God"

  Dream company headquarters. In the big conference room, the old Spartan prophet held a speech-like thing in his hand, frowned and looked at the text on it, then coughed, and said the first sentence.

   "Puff"

  The first sentence made Liu Hui, the silly monster sitting below, couldn't help but laugh. As a result, the few people sitting next to him were glaring at each other.

   "Chairman, if you laugh again, I can only ask you out!"

   Wearing a peaked cap and dressing up like an artist Mike, this will be intolerable, and he said to Liu Hui in a serious tone:

  "This is the task ordered by the boss. We have run out of time now. Please take this seriously!

  Rogge was already angry at the last meeting and made a roll call. Now it is our department’s worst performance. You may not care about the chairman, but we employees still have to face it. "

   "I am not to blame."

  Liu Hui in a small suit looked embarrassed, she curled her mouth and said:

  "You’re writing this manuscript too ostentatiously. Although you are trying to do ridiculous things, you can’t do that. You see, Tharp frowns when he reads it.

  People want to go back to their own world to persuade their people to surrender. They have their own set of belief models. If you want me to say, don’t play these tricks. "

  The silly monster finished speaking, Ruyue who took the time to come next to her also stood up, raised her wrist to check the time, and said to Mike:

   "Okay! Don't use this kind of formalism anymore. You have made this set of things, and you can use it to fool people here.

  But in the Spartan world, let’s follow other people’s traditions. During this period of time, more than twenty small tribes in the Spartan world have surrendered to us.

  This is enough to prove that Tharp's position and rhetoric are enough to impress them.

  The remaining diehards, since they are unwilling to obey, it’s definitely not because Tharp’s words are not in place.

  Don’t waste time talking.

  The street heroes are all idle now. Let them gather, bring weapons, and follow Tharp around for a while, and all problems are solved. "

After Ruyue finished speaking, Liu Hui snorted proudly.

  She glanced at the young man Mike and said:

  "You young people, you are too young and innocent. I thought that when the demon I followed the boss to kill the Quartet, I didn't see the boss playing these things.

  Rankings such as peace and democracy are only after you have demonstrated your overwhelming strength before you are qualified to speak to others.

  Relying on these things, wanting to let a large tribe of more than 1,000 people lay down their weapons and surrender?

  You are afraid that you are living in a dream.

  Furthermore, the boss only gave us three days!

  Do you still understand the meaning of his words? "

  The silly monster shook his head, spread his claws, and said to the people in the meeting room:

  "The boss is already impatient.

  Obviously our actions to integrate the power of the Spartans in the past period made him very dissatisfied, but it was not because the words we prepared to persuade the Spartans to surrender were not graceful enough!

  The boss's meaning is very clear. He wants us to solve all the remaining problems of the Spartans within three days!

  Five days later, all Spartans must reach Utopia! "

  Liu Hui stepped forward, grabbed the speech from the old prophet and threw it on the table, and then neatly said to Tharp, who was dressed in a white robe and dressed exactly the same as the clergy in the fairy tale:

   "Now I will take over this matter.

  Sap, go back and prepare your people for battle.

  Huck will give you weapons.

  Three hours later, the street hero army and the two standard combat wing from the wasteland will go to the world of Sparta and meet you in the Plains of God's Enlightenment.

  Before midnight today, the big tribe that is stubbornly unwilling to surrender must bow to us! "

   "Observe, the wolf **** who brings war."

  The old prophet would have his eyes light up. He picked up his precious stone slab, and said to Liu Hui in a sincere and fanatical tone:

  "Our warriors have long been impatient, and each of them has been angry at the arrogant force of the Manor tribe. Those who rebel are true forsakens of God.

  In their dark and ignorant hearts, they have long forgotten the majesty of the gods.

  We will re-teach them to fear the gods with the sharp blade in our hands!

   is tonight!

  The anger of the gods will be released by our Spartans. "

   "Very well, let's prepare for war."

   Liu Hui nodded in satisfaction, and watched the old prophet walk out of the meeting room with a flaming intent, and the silly monster also followed out. Ruizuki did not leave immediately.

  She beckoned to Mike who was downcast.

Say:

  "Did you see it? Mike.

  They are a group of fanatics, and you can’t use your mind to understand them.

  They regard the monks of Suffering Wood as gods and Liu Hui as the goddess. Of course, the silly monster doesn't hate this kind of name.

  After all, it does sound very prestigious.

  They regard the majesty of serving the gods as a major event in their lives, and they are even more angry with their compatriots who refuse to follow the gods.

  But this does not mean that they are stupid or barbaric.

  The civilization of the Spartans has been like this since the first era. They just look like you, but you are completely two creatures with completely different cultures.

  You are an artist, and I can understand your vision for world peace.

  But you are also an employee of your boss. You should put your work done before realizing your personal ideals. Do you understand what I mean? "

   "No, Miss Kitsuki."

   Mike raised his head, he explained:

   "I am not stupid to hope for world peace.

  I also fought in the Red Moon Realm, and I have not yet reached the point of innocence. I just think that the ill-fated Spartans will eventually continue civilization in our world, and I personally welcome them.

  But if they maintain the style of this fanatic, it will be difficult for them to survive in our world.

  No one likes a group of lunatics who use faith as their code of conduct. "

  Speaking of this, the young man sighed and said in a tangled tone:

   "I am willing to follow my boss and do good things in various worlds, but the world of MAGA in your mouth is after all the place where I was born. If possible, I still hope it can be more peaceful.

  That’s why I prepared these things.

  If the Spartans’ outspoken and offensive beliefs can be disguised more moderately, perhaps their debut soon will allow more people to accept them.

   is just a simple package that can explain their behavioral logic.

  This is not harmful to the boss’s plan. "

  Hearing Mike's explanation, Ruyue was taken aback.

  It is true that she has not considered this issue. In the past, the perspective of thinking about issues was based on the identity of the members of the dream company as outsiders.

  But Mike's words woke her up.

  Now they can no longer be regarded as "outsiders". If they want to develop in the M world, they must truly integrate into it. They must not have the idea of ​​making a fortune and run away. They must treat this place as their hometown.

  "The angle of your thinking is very constructive. But I also have to admit that your thinking is meaningful."

   Ruyue thought for a few minutes, and said to Mike:

  "This set of things, you continue to do it!

  I will let Liu Hui assign you a dedicated office and staff. You will be responsible for the external publicity of the Spartans. By the way, you will also entertain you after the Huai'an public comes over for a while.

  His information will be transmitted to you immediately.

  The job of rebuilding the belief system among the Spartans may be really suitable for you.

  In addition to being responsible for the offline store inspections of the smart body, you may also try the external public relations work of the dream company.

  You are right. After all, this is where you, Denise, and many of our employees were born. We must devote more energy to this. "

   "Okay, Ms. Kitsuki."

   Seeing that his suggestion was adopted, Mike, who was older and more elite, showed a satisfied smile on his face.

   Then there was another data packet, which was passed to Mike’s chip database through chip communication, and he quickly completed the decompression, which contained an identity information report.

  Only glanced, Mike's eyes widened.

  He looked at the information data in the virtual horizon in front of his left eye, and said:

  "My new colleague, is a god?"

  "Huai'an is the **** of incense and fire. His existence is not a concept with the **** of faith in your understanding."

  Ruyue explained to Mike:

  "You can think of him as a manifestation of the power of the earth, but if he wants to maintain his own existence, he also needs to obtain strength from the prayers of ‘believers’.

  This kind of prayer does not need to carry the meaning of faith.

   But if you can, you still have to use legal channels to promote his influence as much as possible, so that more people will be aware of his existence, and pray to him for small wishes such as a good life, evil spirits and so on.

  He needs a golden body to hold his spiritual body, the material is preferably mud.

  But when you are propaganda, you need to pay attention to the methods and methods, and don't create a cult. "

  The secretary reminded:

  "In addition, if the Huai'an Gong is to be included in the belief system of the Spartans, he may need to deal with appearance and identity, and you are responsible for this.

Is there a problem? "

"no problem!"

   Mike immediately replied, and Ruyue nodded in satisfaction. She glanced at the clock time hanging on the wall and said:

   "The Huai'an public will arrive in about half an hour, so be prepared for it."

  Half an hour later, the underground base of the Dream Company headquarters, the star array from the Suffering Wood Realm to the MAGA world was surging with white light cocoons. In the next instant, a strange spirit appeared in front of Mike.

  Like a thin and low Eastern old man.

  Wearing a white robe, because the height is too short and the robe is too long, causing the corners of the robe to be dragged on the ground, and he is holding a jujube stick that is taller than others in his hand.

  Have a long white beard representing wisdom, and a sapphire pipe is pinned around his waist. Just looking at the appearance, kind eyebrows and good intentions make people have a kind of goodwill that is willing to approach.

  But looking at his squinted eyes and the expression on his face, it is not difficult to find that the land father in the Eastern legend probably also feels a kind of sadness in his heart.

  After all, the Huai'an public only agreed to the invitation of Boss Jiang to come over after a fierce ideological struggle.

  The so-called homeland is hard to leave.

   "This secret realm. Aura is so abundant."

  As soon as he came to the world of MAGA, Gong Huai'an was surprised.

  But before he looked around, he saw a little brother in weird clothes and fairer skin. He stepped forward and gave him a very non-standard holding fist.

   Speaking of an accented Suffering Wood Territory Human Race’s words, saying:

  "You are the Huai'an public, right?"

   "Yes, that's the little old man."

  President Huai'an blinked and looked at the little brother in front of him. He also hugged his fists and asked:

"you are?"

   "My name is Mike."

  Mike smiled at Duke Huai’an. He looked at Duke Huai’an’s illusory spirit curiously, stretched out his hand to him, and said kindly:

   "Ms. Ruyue told me the news of your coming, and also told me to help you complete the work of integrating into the Spartan civilization. Starting today, we are colleagues!"

  (End of this chapter)