It was very quiet in the dark study room. Fat Orange squatted on the table, saying nothing and not even wagging his tail.
It's still thinking about the power of the gift.
"Okay, don't worry too much. God has only arrived a few days ago? Even if a madman and a genius merge into one, it is impossible to immediately develop a machine that can store the power of the gift!"
Ma Wei comforted it and said: "We still have time, although it's not much, but it should be enough."
"How many things have you planned for what might happen in the future?" Fat Orange asked with a solemn face: "Whenever I think you have only planned the next step, you always end up causing more surprises."
"It takes one step to see a hundred steps."
Leaning back in the chair, Ma Wei said calmly: "A wise man will always make mistakes. In order to prevent myself from regretting it, I can only enumerate all the possibilities I can think of and find ways to deal with it in advance, so that when the situation arises
When it happens, we can at least stabilize the situation to avoid losing everything."
"Is there any surprise in your eyes?"
"There are too many. I can only think about problems based on what is happening now. It is impossible to predict the future." Ma Wei shrugged: "For example, tonight, who knew that Mrs. Maggie would die? Who knew that Diloch Holmes would appear?
?Accidents are inevitable”
"There's one more thing I want to remind you."
Fat Orange said in a deep voice: "Gilbert said that he relied on the oracle to learn about the coming of the gods, and the way for the God of Voodoo, Dambala, to send down the oracle was through the statues carried by believers. In this case, the way of other big churches
Do the gods also send down oracles?"
"I know what you want to say."
Ma Wei nodded: "I said before that the dissemination of information is delayed, and the orders of major churches cannot be conveyed immediately. But with the oracle, this no longer seems to be a problem."
"Yes, they should discuss countermeasures in the near future." Fat Orange said: "I have sent Maomao to monitor several other churches. If there is any action, we will be informed as soon as possible."
What is the biggest role of the cat army formed by Fat Orange?
Catching mice?
No!
It’s to get information!
Who would suspect a stray cat?
The cat lying on the roof can not only eavesdrop on the conversation of the owner of the house, but also monitor every move of the residents, gentry and even nobles!
All the information was collected like a river and finally reached Ma Wei's ears.
This is a huge advantage that other churches don’t have!
"All the cats sent out to eavesdrop and monitor are given canned food." Ma Wei thought for a moment and said, "The reward and punishment system must be orderly and clear."
"You don't need to teach me, I've made all the arrangements, you just need to pay."
After a pause, Fat Jue added: "I borrowed this money from you, and I will pay it back sooner or later."
"It's okay to borrow or not." Ma Wei smiled brightly: "Everyone is a member of the church. As a manager, I should pay wages."
"There is a trap in your words."
"What trap?"
"You are paying some money now without expecting anything in return, and you are playing the emotional card with us. In the future, when the cats can support themselves, you will definitely bring greater benefits to the church. Then you will say that I am profiting from the cats.
Should I give all the money I receive to the church, or should I keep it for myself?”
Ma Wei showed an awkward smile, as if his mind had been exposed, coughed twice, stood up and said: "Go to sleep! What does a family say when two families talk? Do you come to my room tonight or go to Yunia's place?"
"casual."
The next day, 8 o'clock in the morning.
Ma Wei was sitting on the toilet, holding the Ross Daily News that had just been delivered in the morning. While reading, he vigorously excreted Lao Ba's favorite food.
Perhaps because it was reported yesterday, there is no news related to Cirque du Soleil in today's Rose Daily. The headline on the front page is also about the fire at 155 South Street.
At his strong request, Inspector Macmillan completely downplayed the case and focused entirely on Delock Holmes. It was completely normal for a great detective from the royal capital to solve a murder case.
None of them doubted the authenticity of the news, on the contrary
Everyone believed that the truth of the matter was as stated in the newspapers. With his careful reasoning, Dickinson Holmes found out the real culprit behind the scenes, while Gilbert Wilkin set a fire and absconded after the crime was exposed, and his whereabouts are still unknown.
This is news that ordinary people see.
It is different from what the top police officials, major churches and nobles heard.
Ma Wei is not worried that he will be exposed. After all, there are cats watching the police station and several other large churches. If the situation is not good, he should have received the news long ago.
No news is the best news.
Boom, boom, boom!
"Dad! Dad! Come out quickly, Yunia needs to go to the toilet too!"
The pleasant and beautiful morning was ruined like this. Hearing the shout outside the door, Ma Wei sighed and tore out a few pages from the famous book "The Cooking Manual of the Kingdom of Windsor". After wiping his buttocks, he pulled the flush lever.
, pulled up his pants and walked out of the toilet.
As soon as the door opened, Yunia hurried in.
The little black butt was facing the door, and its front paws kept scratching on the floor, as if it was covering up something.
Is it that smelly?
With his nostrils quivering, Ma Wei sniffed around, but couldn't smell any strange smell.
In the kitchen, Mrs. Cecil is preparing breakfast. She plans to fry some slices of bacon and eggs this morning. Along with the crackling sound of hot oil, the aroma is wafting up. The hungry cats are surrounding Ma Wei and barking.
Pounce upward vigorously.
"Come on, come on. Come here to get the money and go to the market to buy something to eat!"
Opening the small treasury, Ma Wei distributed 5 copper pennies to each cat according to the number of cats, letting them hold them in their mouths and run to the market to buy meat or freshly caught live fish.
Fortunately, the believers who joined the church yesterday donated a lot of change, otherwise where would he find so many copper pennies?
"Father, priest!"
When the last cat jumped out of the window, Mrs. Cecil poked her head out of the kitchen: "Don't forget, today is Sunday! You have to teach the children in the afternoon!"
Mavie, who always liked to disappear, left a big psychological shadow on Mrs. Cecil. On normal days, she could handle it a little, taking over the priest's duties and solving problems for the believers, but today is Sunday.
The Truth Church will open its Sunday school and dedicate an afternoon to give free classes to the children of believers, teaching literacy, arithmetic, doctrine and other knowledge.
Mrs. Cecil is not good at this. She has a lot of housework to do.
"Oh yes, I almost forgot about this."
After patting his head, Ma Wei hurried to the study room and started preparing for the afternoon class.
"Don't you find it troublesome?"
Fat Orange squeezed open the door and walked in quietly: "Even if you don't open Sunday schools, children can still attend classes and learn knowledge in the public free schools opened by the Kingdom."
"That's true, but have you ever thought about it?"
Ma Wei said with a smile while writing: "It is possible that these children will become the mainstay of the Church of Truth in ten years' time?"