In Yiyuan, Zhang Jiao Yuqing's body took the first step of rising according to the plan and successfully got rid of the identity of refugees at the bottom of society.

In Nanyang, tens of thousands of miles away, Zhang Jiao's Taiqing body also convinced Liang Xiaozhou by clever words, and received the help of this big spy chief, spreading the "Son of Dawn" to the entire Xiangyuan country.

And after the rapid expansion of the sect's size, it naturally began to spread to Lantau, Xingjia and the two countries.

Late at night that day, the Holy See, the 15th District of Xiangbei City, has been established for a period of time, and is holding a twilight meeting every one week.

Several full-time cardinals who were crooked and lame, as well as Zhou Qingsheng, Zheng Haikuo, Ji Zhihua and others who were taking care of the cardinals of Liming and the logistics staff of Xiangbei Inner Bureau of Xiangbei were sitting around Zhangjiao, looking at the man who created miracles with conscientious eyes.

Before he knew it, even his breathing slowed down a lot, for fear of disturbing his thoughts.

Only Zhao Nuo, who is closer to Zhang Jiao and acts as the clerk of the Holy See of Dawn, seemed to put down his laptop on his knees and get up to soak a cup of green tea in order to show his different relationship with the Pope.

He gently placed his hands on the coffee table on the right side of Zhang Jiao and said softly: "Get a cup of tea, sect leader.

After dinner, you haven’t drunk a sip of water.”

"Ah, thank you." Zhang Jiao came to his senses, smiled gently, picked up the teacup and took a sip, nodded and said, "It's very fresh tea, Secretary Zhao Nuo."

Then he turned his gaze to a thin, short man in black like a dwarf, and asked, "Card Duan, how are the staff of the referees replenished?"

This person's name is Duan Hui. He was originally the largest snake head in District 15. Relying on the power and cruelty of a level 6 warrior, he lived a luxurious life of drunkenness and dreams in the dark world.

Later, after being subdued by Zhang Jiao, because he maintained the final bottom line, he had never colluded with the sea clan to sacrifice humans to the evil gods, and was "inspired" to become the chief of the Son of Dawn's Court of the Judgment, whose role was similar to the former leader of the Red Stick in the Red Stick of the Nanyang Society.

He was still a little dissatisfied for the first time after his conversion, but now he has become Zhang Jiao's fanatical crowd.

Hearing the Pope's question, he immediately replied at the top of his voice: "Master, the extraordinary people in the Inquisition have passed 300, and there are still people who want to join every day. They are all good men and women who are very pious to the Son.

Now there are more and more believers in the Holy Church, and it seems like they are about to explode. The gang of "Downtown Autonomous Council" dare not look at me directly.

I think as long as you give me the order, the entire Xiangbei Lower City District will be light and millions of people will be raised. Let’s just rush out of Area 15..."

"The Holy Son will not allow us to use his reputation to compete for fame and fortune." Zhang Jiao waved his hand and interrupted Duan Hui's words, and smiled and said, "Besides, in a ghost place like Nanyang, is there any difference between occupying 1 urban area and occupying 10 urban areas?

They are just rolling around in the desert of civilization. You should take a long-term vision of being a human being. Don’t just make a fuss just now, just for the slightest profit of a fly, grinning and showing ferociousness. Do you understand?”

Duan Hui actually didn't understand the profound meaning hidden in these words, but he vaguely felt it made sense and nodded and said, "Sect Master, I don't understand your words very well, but I know that your words must be right."

"If you think it's right, do as you do." Zhang Jiao, who had no one available to him, could only smile helplessly when he heard this, "In short, you should recruit extraordinary people first, and then slowly eliminate them through boring practice.

But don’t deduct the salary you should give and the enjoyment you should have.”

"Yes." Duan Hui nodded and said.

Zhang Jiao ended the conversation with Duan Hui, picked up the teacup and drank a sip of tea, swaying around in the rocking chair, and said, "Zhao Daji, has the Religious Industry Bureau restored the agricultural building on Dewen Street this week?"

Zhao Bowen, a famous doctor of agriculture in Nanyang more than 20 years ago, and the chief think tank under a powerful director of the Xiangbei "Xiaocheng Autonomous Council" more than 2 months ago.

Later, because of the defeat of his master, he joined the disciple of the son of Dawn.

After hearing the new master's speech, he immediately said slowly: "The Devin Agricultural Building has resumed production of the sovereign master, but one-third of the output must be provided to Calvin Farmers for free as a cost to support the repair substance."

"If you give it, give it, it's all the conditions in advance." Zhang Jiao waved his hand and said, "In the past, because he was afraid of large-scale supernatural incidents, the Xiacheng District did not dare to open any labor-intensive industries. Now, because the taboo of Son of Dawn has been opened.

You go and tell the old friends in Xiangbei's "Shucheng Autonomous Council" that I can give the directors of the Autonomous Council the right to independently establish and take charge of the "Son of Dawn" branch.

And he is willing to publicly swear in the name of the Son and never interfere with the independence of any sect as a pope."

Zhang Jiao's words were equivalent to transferring most of the dividends of creating the Son of Dawn. Even if Zhao Bowen knew that eating into a fat man in a short time was actually a very dangerous thing, he was still stunned.

He blurted out: "Sect Master, this is not that cheap, those messy ones!

You also know that in recent times, because the Nanyang government decided to climb the chariots of Shanjin and Western Qin, and to sweep away the forces of Jiang and Chu in the territory, even the Dark Tooth I used to serve has not been spared.

Now Xiangbei’s ‘Downtown Autonomous Council’ is the weakest time in 10 years, so we just need to survive…”

"We can't stand it." Zhang Jiao interrupted quietly: "We can definitely stand it.

If we do not share the right to education, not only the Xiangbei "Xiaocheng Autonomous Association", but also the "Xiaocheng Autonomous Association" within the entire Nanyang area, the Nanyang government will not allow us to exist.

Even if the Son of Dawn is always in the world, it will be replaced by another group of people, so why not eat fresh fish?”

Zhao Bowen was silent for a moment when he heard this, and said with a wry smile: "Sect Master, I am confused by profit."

I used to think that if Master Dark Tooth understood the "way of giving up", he might not die.

Now it seems that knowing how to "give up" at the right time is actually a great wisdom.

When the meeting ends, I will spread your generosity throughout Xiangbei Lower Town.”

As the chief of the Religious Industry Bureau of the Son of Dawn, his role is similar to the white paper leader in a community organization, and it is not in vain to change his position.

In the initial stage, one force is actually not suitable to refine the structure, and only focuses on managing force and wealth, and just walk with the "two legs".

So after continuing to discuss with Zhao Bowen about ways to restore people's livelihood in District 15, Zhang Jiao completed the purpose of holding this routine evening meeting.
Chapter completed!