Siheyuan: I'm not happy, don't even think about having a good life

Most of these points of faith are about wanting to eat well, wear good clothes, use good things, and play good things. They are all kinds of desires.

In fact, this is also Hong Guan's fault, because he is too kind to these mutants. This is actually the way Western religions keep the Buddha Kingdom in captivity.

You don't need to do anything. You are like a fat pig, kept in a pen, with no worries about food and clothing every day. You only need to contribute your faith.

After one night, the number of believers increased a lot. Hong Guan used the Faith into God method, and his spiritual consciousness formed a leaky bag, sucking in the light points of these beliefs.

Afterwards, the refined faith, like clear water drops, slowly dripped down, forming a pool of water the size of a two-cent wine glass.

After a quick calculation, I found that the conversion rate is terribly low, almost one hundred to one.

But the power of faith after refinement is pure and flawless, without any side effects, so it is still worth it!

Another year has passed, and the number of mutants in the dimensional space has reached 60,000, providing Hong Guan with a lot of power of faith every day.

But this was still too slow, so slow that Hong Guan felt a little annoyed.

Suddenly, Hong Guan had an idea and thought of the people in the White Elephant Country. Because of the caste system there, the people at the bottom were so poor that they were about to urinate blood.

Not only are they poor, they are also lazy and gluttonous, making them very suitable to be raised as pigs.

Looking at the breeding space that has already been formed, it is now at level ten and can produce a large number of cubs every day. They are now released into the dimensional space.

If they are in a breeding space, these cubs can enter the breeding period within one day, and they can be said to be endless!

I picked up the phone and dialed it. After a burst of red mist, Asazho appeared in the office. "Boss, what can I do for you?"

"Do you know the White Elephant Country?"

"Of course, it is known as a place for spiritual practice. Many people go to the White Elephant Kingdom to practice spiritual practice and find the true meaning of life after they lose their way."

Hong Guanyi was shocked. Did he hear it wrong? White Elephant Country? A place for spiritual practice? Maybe he was mentally ill!

How to practice spirituality, drink the Ganges water angrily? Taste all the delicacies of the White Elephant Kingdom? Transform yourself into a master who has the periodic table in one?

Or should we join the three buddies in creating Oli Gei everywhere, and then target any living creature or dead object with holes?

It’s hard to understand when you think about it. The mysterious East is too mysterious for this country without any history.

"Have you ever been to the Kingdom of White Elephants?"

"No, with my appearance, if I went to the White Elephant Country, I would be considered a devil and hunted down by the local Buddhists."

Come to think of it, it is true. Asazho looks a bit like a Yaksha or a Rakshasa!

Asazo can't go, women can't go, and there are not many people available!

After thinking for a while, I could only pick the tallest one among the short ones and say, "Let the Siren and Victor come to see me. I have a task for them!"

"Okay, Boss!" After saying that, he disappeared in red mist. When he reappeared, Victor and the Siren were right beside him.

"I have a mission that I need you to carry out. Since one of you is smart and the other is a peerless warrior, it should be no problem, right?"

Victor patted his chest and said, "A peerless warrior," this was obviously referring to him!

"Boss, if you have any mission, just tell me and I will complete it!"

“That’s good, I want you to go to the White Elephant Country and establish a sect.

In this sect, one does not need to work, but only needs to pray devoutly every day to obtain meat and have enough food and drink.

Siren, you are the leader, Victor, you are the first guardian general, the most powerful general under God, is there a problem?"

Victor scratched his head and said, "Boss, you know me. I have no problem with going into battle to kill the enemy, but starting a sect is not for me!"

The Siren also spoke up, "Boss, you know me. I am a little clever, but I am afraid I am not good enough to run a sect!"

Hong Guanyi's forehead was filled with black lines. You are just standing here letting bullets fly!

"Victor, you don't need to do anything extra. If someone comes to cause trouble, just kill them. You are the master of the Bald Eagle, and you are acting in self-defense. The government of the White Elephant Kingdom will not make things difficult for you.

As for the rest of the time, you can experience some exotic customs, and if you come across something you like, you can bring it back."

Victor immediately saluted and smiled charmingly, "Boss, I have no problem!"

“Siren, you don’t need to do anything extra. You can buy a piece of land of hundreds of acres and build simple houses for the believers to live in.

Then build a Ten Thousand Churches, it doesn't need to be too big. Every day, give the meat I give you to those assholes. Arrange people to lead them, gather around the statue, and pray devoutly, is there any problem?"

"This, shouldn't be a problem!"

"Very good. When one camp is full, just buy another piece of land and follow the steps to continuously expand the size and followers of the sect."

"Boss, why is this happening? Are those people from the White Elephant Country worthy of us feeding them with meat?"

"Haha, of course there is no free lunch. You don't need to worry about the specific reasons. Just do what I say and be safe."

"Okay Boss, we'll set off tomorrow!"

After the three of them left, he called Natasha in again and asked, "How much funds do we have available now?"

"Boss, are you talking about black or white?"

"Is it a big difference?"

“Of course, we only have less than 1 billion in total, and most of it is managed by specialized cooperative institutions and invested in various fields.

As for the dirty money that has not been completely laundered, there is more than 4 billion, and it’s all in cash.”

Damn, even Hong Guan was a little surprised. It’s so easy to make black money!

"Leave ten billion. As for the remaining three billion, tell me where it is and I will go and get it myself. It will be useful."

"Okay, Boss. Give me five days. I will gather the three billion in cash into the safe deposit box in the basement of the hotel!"

"Well done. Help me arrange it. I will go to the flower grower's house in six days as an investment businessman."

"No problem Boss, but why did you go to that backward country?"

Hong Guan narrowed his eyes and murderous intent flashed across his face. Natasha's hair stood on end and her clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

“That backward country you mentioned is my hometown. I am a flower-growing family and that will never change.

Even though we are backward, we can still ensure that most people have enough food to eat, and in the near future, everyone will have enough food to eat.

Remember, everyone should be well fed, and your Guo Jia Mao Xiong cannot do that now."

"Okay Boss, I was wrong. I will arrange your schedule in advance."

"Well, let's go out first."

"Boss, I have another question. We don't have enough secretarial assistants right now. Can we hire some more?"

"As you please, don't ask me these!"

"Okay, thank you Boss!"

After Natasha left, Hong Guan lightly tapped the armrest of the sofa. Natasha's action was a bit confusing.

There is no doubt that those so-called secretary assistants would be the Black Widows of the Red Room.

Moreover, there are probably quite a few people from the Red House among the current waiters. It seems that Drekov wants to take over the Dragon Hotel!

The question is how he is going to deal with himself. He should be very clear about his identity as the God of Mutants.

The Sentinel Special Service and the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau both suffered setbacks at his hands, so where does he get his confidence from?

If you can't figure out something, just wait for it to happen. He turned and went into the Jungle Manor to start a card game.

Five days later, seeing the warehouse filled with 3 billion in cash, Hong Guan was speechless. These 100-dollar bills only accounted for 10%.

The fifty-dollar notes accounted for 20 percent. The twenty-dollar notes were the most common, accounting for 50 percent, and the rest were the ten-dollar and five-dollar notes.

"Here is the 3 billion in cash?"

"Yes, Boss. We've counted it. Three billion, not a cent less. Here's the ticket I've booked for you. Do you need someone to go with you?"

"No need, I can do it myself!" After saying that, he waved his hand, and all the cash disappeared.

Natasha's eyes flickered. This was space folding technology. How did the God of Mutants do it?

Hong Guan suddenly turned around, and Natasha quickly lowered her head, pretending not to dare to look at him.

As the plane landed, Hong Guan walked out of the airport. In the 1980s in Beijing, the wave of layoffs had just begun. The traces left by heavy industry were still vivid, and the smell of coal smoke could still be smelled in the air.

Just as he was about to take a taxi, a Hongqi sedan stopped in front of Hong Guan. The door opened and a middle-aged man in a suit looked at Hong Guan with a smile.

"Welcome to the Flower Planting House. My name is Zheng Xian, and I'm the president of the Sharpshooter Club."

Hong Guan raised an eyebrow and said, "Chairman Zheng, what can I do for you?"

"Haha, it's not convenient to talk here. Let's get in the car first. I'll take you to taste the food of the Flower Growers, and then we can talk slowly."

"It's fine to eat delicious food and talk about things, but I don't like the way you talk. I'm also a member of the Hua family, and I don't need to talk to foreigners the same way."

Zheng Xian's smile remained unchanged. "I am sorry for being rude. I would also like to thank Mr. Hong for his contribution to the war of resistance. He also gave Guo Jia the advanced equipment in private, which was of great help to him."

"you know?"

"Of course, we belong to a special department of the flower growers, and all this is recorded."

"I see. Then I wonder what President Zheng wants to talk to me about this time?"

"I mainly want to know the purpose of Mr. Hong's return this time."

Hong Guan smiled. Although what he said was very nice, he was still very wary of himself!

"I know the country is in a difficult situation right now. People in some remote mountainous areas don't have enough food to eat and their children can't afford to go to school. So I brought back 3 billion Taole to support national construction."

"A man driving a car couldn't help coughing, and Zheng Xian was also surprised."

The RMB is not recognized internationally now, and due to the blockade, foreign exchange is hard to come by. When foreigners come to Zhihuajia, they exchange their foreign currency for foreign exchange coupons.

"Thank you!"

These two words came out of Zheng Xian's mouth, so sincere at this moment.

But Hong Guan felt unhappy. It was really difficult for a flower-growing family to develop, not to mention that it was in the world of American comics.