Restarting the myth

At the bidding meeting, Wayne's professional team met with his partner Murphy Mining, and they suppressed the 30th person in a grand manner.

There was a tendering staff member from Albed Steel Company at the venue. The person in charge was dressed in an old-fashioned way and looked difficult to communicate with. He had a cold face throughout the whole process while being greeted with many pleasantries.

Albeid Steel Company is the largest steel company in Luzerburg. It is supported by the state and is not ordinary private capital.

In other words, corporate decisions are largely influenced by politics.

Choosing Frank or Prussia is the biggest problem facing Luzerburg. On a larger scale, this tender represents the position of a small country, and it is not neutral if it wants to be neutral.

Success is made of steel, failure is made of steel.

If Luzerburg only had amazing iron ore reserves, it would not matter. However, the previous leaders were quite far-sighted and did not export resources to the comprador countries. Instead, they chose to use the iron ore for their own use, making Luzerburg a developed industrial country. .

This is very embarrassing!

Luzerburg is just that big. Its excess steel production capacity must be exported. Its economy relies heavily on Frankia and Prussia. The railway connects the two countries across the border. Neither side can afford to offend it. It has always regarded itself as a neutral country.

If she had to take sides, it would be easier to kill her.

Murphy Mining's hot-faced but cold-butt approach didn't get a smile from the person in charge, but another group got it, Saar Mining from Prussia.

Nicholas shook his head repeatedly. The difference in treatment was obvious. If the predictions were correct, the bidding meeting had already concluded.

Wayne also frowned and led the team away from the scene.

In the car, Nicholas sat in the passenger seat and talked about the possibility of a comeback. Although it was not high, it was not without any chance of winning.

As long as several companies unite to put pressure on the Luzerburg authorities in the name of Frank, they can finally win at a low price.

This afternoon's meeting is to finalize the cooperation plan.

"It's difficult. If it were me, I would choose Prussia."

Wayne is not very optimistic. Prussia is too strong. It can advance, attack or retreat. Its powerful military is unmatched.

On the contrary, Frank is certainly powerful and has always enjoyed the reputation of being the world's best army, but that is all in the past. In recent years, it has stayed at home and concentrated on building armor and defense lines, and its grand strategy has been focused on defense.

While being arrogant, he was building blockhouses. It was clear who was strong and who was weak. The neutral countries knew how to choose.

Luzerburg was afraid of the Franks and even more afraid of Prussia. Whichever was the lesser of the two, it was natural to fall in favor of Prussia.

As for wanting both, it's impossible. You don't have the ability to know it!

Seeing that Wayne was worried, Mona blinked and raised her hand to put on the back of his hand.

Wayne took out his hand and pressed the back of her hand. He had no other intention and was purely motivated by the desire to win.

Nicholas once again mentioned the meeting in the afternoon and tactfully advised Wayne to be patient for now. Although victory cannot solve all problems, it can cover them up. Cooperation with Boswell Mining will be beneficial to everyone.

Wayne was a little moved. He didn't want to lose. After all, it was his first mission after becoming the heir. Failure would definitely lead to a lesson from Laoden.

It's called a lesson, but it's actually waiting for an opportunity to retaliate.

He could imagine that face and the other person's bragging about "what I was like back then".

But with Boswell Mining…

It’s not fun to win!

"Damn Lao Deng, he must have done it on purpose."

Wayne looked at Nicholas: "I'm a little tired. You will attend the afternoon meeting on my behalf. If we can talk, we can talk. If we can't agree, we can push him back. It's OK to be modest, because modesty costs no money, but it is impossible to give away profits."

The pressure is on Nicholas. How can we negotiate cooperation without giving up benefits? Isn't this making things difficult for him?

Nicholas comforted himself that this was a test given to him by the new boss. As long as he could pass the test, he would become an irreplaceable figure in the new boss's mind, and he would also have a place in Lundan's business world in the future.

After taking a bite of the cake he drew for himself, Nicholas was full of energy.

…

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the cooperation meeting was held.

Young Master Owen, the heir to the Boswell family, entered the scene feeling refreshed. The mining company he represented also received a smile from the person in charge. Knowing that Wayne's side had hit a wall, he wanted to comfort his good friend in person.

No one was seen.

Nicholas is a human being, but he is not in Owen's eyes. Seeing that Wayne only sent one of his younger brothers to come forward, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

The heir of the Landau family is nothing more than that!

Owen was angry at Wayne's contempt, but also happy about Wayne's ineffectiveness. He had a premonition that the Landau family would be in decline, the business would be taken over by the Boswell family, and he would become the mayor of London Financial City.

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Owen ignored Nicholas, what level do you sit at the same table with me and let your master come over and talk.

Forget it if you don't come, your master will automatically withdraw from today's meeting.

Owen was very embarrassed and drove Nicholas away, and kicked Murphy Mining out of the game, waiting for the dog to bite the dog.

We all saw it, it had nothing to do with him, it was Wayne's own fault.

Owen was looking forward to it. Rather than dog eating dog, he wanted to see Wayne return to Lundam in despair and Auston furious.

That's the real dog biting dog, the old dog biting the puppy, the picture must be beautiful!

Nicholas was kicked out of the venue and was also very angry. He returned to the hotel to report the situation to Wayne. He did not dare to express his resentment and only said that he was incompetent.

"It has nothing to do with you. He originally wanted to do this. I just gave him an excuse to have an attack."

Wayne said to Nicholas: "You did a good job, I am very satisfied."

"Then do we still want to participate in the next three rounds of quotations? Murphy Mining is ready to give up." Nicholas asked.

"Do the whole show and complete the process."

"I see."

Nicholas left with mixed feelings. He was happy that his new boss recognized him, but he was worried that the recognition was based on the result of failure. His performance during this trip was not perfect.

He envied Mona even more. It was good to have a promotion device. She was a confidant during the day and a confidant at night.

Mona closed the door, bent down and whispered in Wayne's ear: "Boss, do you want me to show that guy named Owen a little color?"

Wayne looked up and saw the color in Mona's collar, and said angrily: "You've been a bit angry recently. I remember you weren't like this before."

"You are my master, and it is my responsibility to protect your life and dignity." Sensing Wayne's eyes, Mona blushed slightly and kept her bent posture.

"Next time, remember to change the owner to the boss."

Wayne warned and glanced again: "Don't use violence to resolve business matters. In the final analysis, the Boswell family is also one of the tulips. I still have this courage."

Anyone else would definitely question it at this time, but Mona wouldn't. She really thought so.

After being at the scene several times in a row, she believed in her eyes that the master possessed all the virtues she could imagine. Sometimes, even when it was not obvious, it was out of necessity, and there must be a deep meaning behind it.

For example, the sneak peek now, the master must have seen through her dirty thoughts and chose to wrong herself because he took care of her face.

As a clergyman, she was guilty.

but……

The archbishop said that the other party was an angel, clergymen longed to enter heaven, angels were the passage to ascend, and given the Golden Rule contract, it was normal for her to have such thoughts.

Not guilty!

"Mona, don't you feel tired from bending over all the time?"

"Not sour."

"Then bend over."

Wayne lamented that this secretary was too sensible. He would tear off the angel's halo tonight. Then it would be difficult to look at it again, so he took a few more glances.

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Night, rain.

A high-end black car parked in front of the hotel.

Mona held an umbrella for Wayne and sat in the back seat with him. The driver looked in the rearview mirror, silver light flashing in his eyes.

Mona narrowed her eyes slightly, and holy golden light bloomed in her eyes.

Confirmed eyes, one of my own.

The driver started the car and drove towards Notre Dame Cathedral.

This cathedral was built during the Renaissance. It was not originally a church but was used as a college for the Curia.

The interior is splendid and decorated with precious alabaster statues. The exaggerated and excessive decoration is complicated and luxurious, with many curves and dazzling. It is a standard Baroque style.

In the past few years, it was expanded and turned into a cathedral. Several spiers were added. Hey, it became Gothic.

The black car stopped at the cathedral. Mona got out of the car and held an umbrella, with half of her body exposed outside the umbrella to ensure that no water would get on the owner's body.

"Look at what you did, your stockings are wet."

Wayne grabbed the umbrella, stretched out his hand to hold Mona in his arms, and the two of them walked towards the cathedral holding an umbrella together.

"Old, boss, this is a sacred cathedral, this... is not good."

Mona's heartbeat quickened. She liked it but rejected it. She felt aggrieved and said anxiously: "There are many people and I will be seen. Can we do this again when we go back to the hotel?"

All you want is to be seen!

Passers-by saw clearly that the angel was teasing the nun, and quickly stood up to question it.

Wayne ignored Mona's grievance and slapped her down. The latter immediately stopped struggling, raised his chest and looked around, waiting for an upright person to stand up and criticize him.

Not really!

The cathedral was cleared tonight, and all the clergy who were eligible to enter were dressed in white robes, with hoods covering their faces, holding white candles in their hands, as motionless as statues.

These people are all from the Papal State, and there is no local clergy. Although they don’t know who Wayne is, similar operations...

It looks familiar, I see it every day.

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The second floor of the cathedral.

The rainwater slid down the rose window, the crystal chandelier hung high, and the bookcases on all sides formed a circle, blocking the line of sight and covering the magic circle on the ground, forming a soundproof barrier.

Wayne held a black umbrella in one hand and put his other hand on Mona's waist. He stroked her up and down with his nimble fingertips, feeling the delicate and gentleness through the fabric.

He saw the target of his trip, the Pope's messenger.

The man has blond hair and blue eyes and is extremely handsome. His long hair flows down like a golden waterfall. It shines with a dreamy luster under the light. His face is as delicate as a statue. His eyes are bright and contain endless elegance and tenderness.

Seeing Wayne arriving, he stood up and smiled slightly.

Every move he made was calm and elegant, radiating dazzling light all the time, especially his smile, which was so pure and flawless that it made Wayne feel ashamed and removed his wretched hands.

No, that’s too decent!

Wayne pressed his hand back again.

"Welcome, Mr. Wayne. I am Archibald, the envoy of the Papal State. I come here on behalf of the Pope to express my most sincere sincerity to you." Archibald came to Wayne and smiled. Reach out.

"Wayne."

Wayne stretched out his hand and shook the other man's hand. The man looked so good that after he sat down, he realized that there was a female clergyman wearing a white robe standing opposite him.

It's very similar to Mona's uniform. It's slim-fitting and highlights her exquisite figure, and her appearance is at the level of a beauty.

It's too bad I only look at men!

Wayne said it was outrageous, suspecting that he had stayed in Windsor for too long and contracted the scheming gay virus.

Having said that, Archibald was so handsome that even beautiful women looked overshadowed by being with him.

"Archibald, may I ask how old you were when you first served in the Papal States?"

"Twelve years old, fifteen years old to become the Pope's assistant."

"Got it."

Wayne raised his hand and made a sign of the cross in front of him, looking in the direction of the cross of the cathedral: "My Father in Heaven, I heard the story of the Pope and the little boy again today. Can I still go to heaven?"

"..."x2

Mona was stunned, and the female clergy opposite was also dumbfounded.

"Hahaha, Mr. Wayne, that's a good joke, perfect for hell."

Archibald smiled brightly, not feeling offended at all, and continued on the topic: "I have heard many similar jokes, but I assure you that the Pope's orientation is normal and he does not like it. little boy."

"Really or not?"

"certainly."

Archibald pointed to the female assistant beside him: "The uniform on Titus was decided by the Pope. He said that this kind of uniform is more convenient for movement and can improve the winning rate, and he promoted it in the Papal State immediately. Suppressed the evil tendency of liking little boys.”

"It's not that simple, is it?"

"Yes, it's just that he wanted to see it. The previous uniforms were too loose and blocked the nuns' figures."

∑((_;)

Mona and Titus were a little frustrated. As the beneficiaries of the uniforms, their movements were indeed much easier. If possible, they didn't want to hear such a ridiculous conversation.

Come on, you just lied! x2

Archibald and Wayne chatted for half an hour, all about the pope and female clergy.

In the end, Wayne believed it. There was no such thing as a pope. He was clearly a protégé. Like him, he was a staunch pro-protagonist.

pity……

"If I were truly an angel, I would serve him without hesitation if it was in the Pope's taste."

Wayne expressed regret and said to Archibald: "To tell you the truth, it's all a misunderstanding. The Golden Rule Bible is wrong. I'm just an ordinary person, not a reincarnated angel."

"Mr. Wayne, please rest assured that this is confidential and will not be spread out." Archibald assured.

"Looks like I have to prove it to you..."

Wayne hooked his hand to let Mona come closer, raised his hand to pull her into his arms, and raised his eyebrows at Archibald: "Does such an angel really exist? As far as I know, angels have no gender. I have no worldly desires. I have too many desires, especially lust.”

Mona lowered her head and did not dare to say a word, and Titus on the other side also lowered his head and remained silent.

Archibald still looked indifferent: "It's precisely because I didn't have it before, so I want to try it now. It's understandable and very reasonable."

Wayne was stunned when he heard this, feeling that the other party was comparing an angel to a eunuch.

But when he thought about it, it was indeed very reasonable, and he couldn't help but believe it.

Seeing that this trick was useless, he patted his butt and asked Mona to stand aside and said: "The Papal State must have a way to identify angels. Show it out. I'm not afraid of offending. I just want to prove that I am an ordinary person."

"Mr. Wayne, the Golden Rule Bible is the best proof. You have already proved it."

"It was an accident last time, prove it again."

"No need to bother."

Archibald opened the Bible in front of him and took out a bunch of golden pendants. Holding it in his palm, the pendant slowly floated to Wayne.

"What's the meaning?"

After Wayne finished speaking, the pendant burst into golden light, covering both Wayne and Mona at the same time.

Wayne endured the heat wave, unwilling to inject the golden light into himself, while Mona slowly spread her white wings under the golden light.

His eyes turned golden, and holy marks appeared on the back of his hands.

The golden light dissipated and Archibald said: "This pendant is the Holy Spear of Heaven, a gift entrusted by the Pope to you. Under the witness of the Holy Light, your servant has proven your identity. The stigmata is not Will lie."

"But I don't have a stigmata."

"You suppressed it, didn't you?"

"..."

What he suppressed was something else!

"Also, if I guess correctly, you have very rare hidden magic power."

Archibald said with reason: "According to the records of the Papal State, this is also a characteristic of the reincarnated angel. If you are unwilling to show it, the Holy Spear cannot force your stigmata to appear."

"According to you, I can only admit it?" Wayne raised his head and sighed, why is it so difficult to be a human being?

"Of course you can deny it. If you say no, then it's not. Even the Pope has no right to change your will." Archibald whispered softly.

Wayne was convinced and could only remain silent.

"Please rest assured that the Papal State will not interfere with all your actions, but if a devil comes to the world, please don't refuse." As he said that, Archibald smiled again.

He has read the report. Wayne has repeatedly appeared on the front line against the devil. He does not need to be notified by the Papal State at all. If something happens, he will do it on his own.

"I am here only to convey the Pope's goodwill. He cannot leave the Papal States. I regret that I cannot meet with you. I hope you can understand."

Archibald glanced at Mona, smiled and handed over a jewelry box, which was delivered to Mona through the hands of Titus.

"Sister Mona, the Pope also learned your name. He is very grateful to you for finding Mr. Wayne. This is a small gift from the Pope personally..."

Archibald paused and gave him a meaningful look: "He hopes you will continue to work hard to ensure that Mr. Wayne has a happy vacation in the world."

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