In the VIP room, you can enjoy the treatment that only the Holy See civil servants can enjoy on weekdays.
Gorgeous ceiling, the only electric light in the whole car, velvet sofa, mahogany square table, and even a beautifully decorated single bed.
"Sir, do you need anything else?" The waitress with a sweet smile bent down slightly, "Just ask me."
Jian Yan raised his eyes and looked at it, then waved his hand: "No need, you go and do your work."
The waiter just bowed and quickly withdrew. After all, the guard had told him that this was a distinguished guest directly under the Holy See. Just do everything he said, otherwise... you will bear the consequences.
I dismissed the waiter's over-enthusiasm and took a sip of ice-cold watermelon juice, sighing that a world without instant messaging devices would be so deceitful.
As long as they had a mobile phone, or even just a mobile phone or telegraph machine, they would not let Jian Yi be so carefree.
Glancing at Alex who was devouring a plate of steak, he simply took out today's latest newspaper from the newspaper rack next to the sofa, and then read it with relish.
This newspaper is very effective and is printed every day on the hour at midnight.
Since the Eastern District, which has the most developed industry, is the origin of newspaper printing, the replenishment speed of train stations in the Eastern District is naturally faster than that of the other two regions.
While these workers are using electricity, they think it is a gift from the gods... It's so ironic.
The content of the newspaper is very simple. It is nothing more than poems and songs praising the Holy See. It can be said that they are proficient in all kinds of martial arts, but the selection of materials is unbearably vulgar.
The only thing that is of any use is the sidebar of the newspaper.
The right column of the newspaper is dedicated to reporting on recent relevant events. Because the font is very small, not many people usually pay attention to these.
[The old sow howled in the middle of the night, who did it?]
[A dark figure suddenly appeared in the middle of the night at the Wisconsin Steel Works. Who is it?]
[Please pay attention to the Rochester Anecdotes column, which will take you into a different Farnas!]
"..." Jian Yi was speechless. He didn't even know what expression to use when facing this newspaper.
It's useless, it's so useless.
Several newspapers were changed, and the contents were different.
It's all just idle talk. Apart from a mention or two about God's Day of Revelation in the early morning of tomorrow, there is very little useful information.
"So even if that guy Hai Wuya makes such a big fuss, the newspapers won't publish it?" Jian Yi said to himself, "It seems that this country's control over public opinion is quite powerful... It can even be said that it directly controls the newspapers.
The content is…”
Alex ate the food on the table and suddenly looked up at Jian Jian: "Sir, newspapers are usually issued after being reviewed by the Holy See. You are in a high position, so you may not know much about this... Newspapers
The editors are all civil servants of the Holy See, and there are very few self-media people. The last one who ran a private newspaper had grass growing on his grave."
Jian Yi nodded slightly, indicating that he understood: "Speaking of which, from the perspective of your workers, how does God's Qi Ri appear? Or, in your opinion, what is the process of God's Qi Ri?"
"God's Revelation Day?" Alex suddenly stopped eating, suddenly raised his head and exclaimed: "I would have forgotten if you didn't tell me, the day after tomorrow is God's Revelation Day!"
The response was great.
Jian Yan observed Alex's expression without changing his expression, then took a sip of watermelon juice and still said nothing.
After a few seconds, Alex realized what he said briefly, and then replied: "Oh, you asked about God's Qiri, right? We are absolutely loyal to God's faith and have no distracting thoughts. We will use God's gift
Forever and ever—"
"I didn't ask you to say these polite words!" Jian Yi said sharply, "What I'm asking about is what you think of the God's Qi Ri process!"
"Flow, process?" Halfway through Alex's words, he was startled by the simplicity, "Oh, if you ask about the process..."
He thought about it in his mind and then replied: "It starts at three o'clock in the morning. This is the only time when the gods will come, so we must arrive at the center of the East District at two o'clock... But because
The entire God's Apocalypse Day is divided into three locations: Central District, West District, and East District, so it is not particularly urgent..."
Held separately...
"Wait a minute," Jian Jian interrupted his statement and asked instead, "Are they going to be done at the same time?"
"Yes, that's right!" Alex nodded, "But it's not in the same area. As you know, the span between the three districts is too big, and..."
He said somewhat self-deprecatingly: "Those rich people in the West District don't bother to hang out with the lower class like us. Believers... also have to be divided into three, six or nine grades."
Is the West District really a rich area... I briefly planned the entire administrative map of Fanas:
The West District is in the upwind direction, and judging from the current information, it is the high-end business district of the entire Fanas.
The Central District, the political center of the Holy See, is directly under the jurisdiction of the Holy See. Its economic development is average, but in other aspects it is better than the other two districts.
The Eastern District is the most barren. Not only is the living standard and consumption level extremely low, but its environment has been seriously polluted by factories. If it were not for the nature of the industrial country in Fanas, the Eastern District might even directly become an abandoned son of the Holy See.
Class differentiation exists everywhere. Even a government that claims "everyone is equal" on the surface is just a ruling class that does one thing overtly and another secretly.
No era has ever allowed people's moral standards to evolve even a little bit - or even regress.
Jian Yan looked calmly at the windy environment outside the window. A few scattered fruit trees were blown to pieces, and the dilapidated brick buildings looked like they were about to collapse.
"So... what does the 'god' you see look like?" He shook the ice-cold water glass and asked calmly.
"Glorious and majestic, giving people the gospel, and..."
"Speak humanly."
"Oh, okay..." Alex tried hard to recall last year's God's Apocalypse Day, "God will not come directly, but will suddenly descend his avatars on the altars of the three districts. In that way,
All Fanas people can hear the gospel of God..."
"Holy shit, could it be..." A magical idea came to Jian Yan's mind. Obviously, it is impossible for gods to exist, otherwise they would not tolerate travelers from other worlds like him and Hai Wuya destroying his asylum.
The world below...
But how did the Holy See convince them that "God" really existed?
The answer seemed to be right in front of him.
There was a sound of mechanical operation, and the train rushed into the dark tunnel and disappeared into the darkness.
