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Chapter 1507 141. Spend money like water, but the Obilis Strait
Although the deal was almost done, Bishop Garcia was not happy about it.

After all this effort, he only spent 25000 kinaers... not even a fraction of what the archbishop had allocated to him.

The depressed churchgoers looked at the retired soldier and said inwardly: "Boss, why are these bishops so upset? I think he was the one who set the price, and we didn't even bargain..."

"You know...what? This is a high-level negotiation. Their solemn expressions prevent us from judging the situation. Don't you see that they have the final say?"

Director Rona had a serious look on his face. These believers were really powerful... Oh, don't swear, be a gentleman.

"If there is no problem, then sign the contract."

Director Rona certainly had no problem with this, but when signing the contract, he remembered one thing: "Are you going to rent it from February to April, or for 2 days?

"Of course, February to April."

Director Rona said that the museum could only be rented for about 60 days. "Why?" Bishop Garcia was even more unhappy because the money he had to spend was suddenly reduced by one third.

"We have football matches every Saturday and Sunday, so we can't rent the venue to you," said Director Rona helplessly.

"No, unless the Son of God wants to hold an event, February to April must be given to the church."

Isn't that forced buying?

Director Rona remained principled until Bishop Garcia said, "We can add money."

"Add more money..."

Like a lord, like his subordinates. Director Rona's insistence only lasted five seconds: "If you are willing to pay twice... No, no, three."

"I'll give you ten times the amount, which is 30 gold nars for 72000 days, plus the 25000 gold nars before..." Bishop Garcia paused, "Let's make it a total of 10 gold nars."

"You're so damn generous!"

He would never have thought that renting out the Colosseum for three months could earn him 100,000 gold nars... How much did it cost to build it, three thousand or four thousand gold nars?
There is nothing much to say. Director Rona signed the contract with the Church of Wealth with military efficiency.

As for the football game on the rest day... there are so many flat areas in Gem Bay, let them find a place to play.

At the end of the contract, the Church of Wealth also added a special clause: if the Son of God holds an event during the period, there is no need to refund the price difference.

Never miss a place where you can spend money.

Bishop Garcia was not very satisfied at first, but the extra money made up for it.

If he didn't want to make it too obvious, he could have rented the arena for three years at a time.

Director Rona personally saw him off as they walked into the shadow cast by the Colosseum. Bishop Garcia suddenly turned around and asked, "Do you think the Colosseum needs repairs?"

"What?"

It took Director Rona several seconds to understand what he was saying: "It's still new!"

Bishop Garcia thought for a moment, "So if we wear it out, we'll have to pay a depreciation fee, right?"

Director Rona opened his mouth and said, "Tell me the truth, are you going to pray here or smash it?"

……

Annan woke up from disappointment.

Obviously, he hasn't yet awakened his divinity.

Annan planned to start with the power of faith and try to connect the two, but there was no progress either.

Three nights had passed since he got the answer from the archbishop. In the past two days, the guy who seemed to be called Darien was getting farther and farther away from him, and his voice was getting vaguer. Or was it a different person?
On the third day, the person praying became a woman. Her voice was clear, but she obviously didn't know how to pray very well, and she couldn't hear Annan's words. She kept praying to the gods to solve her troubles.

"I have to go and make suggestions to the archbishop to standardize the prayer process for believers. The time, place, and people must be clearly stated, once at the beginning and once at the end."

Annan muttered as he went to the garden and led the princess to the dining room for breakfast.

The princess was not used to being approached by others, so Annan helped her serve porridge and open the bread to spread butter and sugar.

Annan was making butter bread seriously when he suddenly felt that he was being watched. He looked up and saw the princess looking at him without blinking. It was not the empty gaze like before, but a real "watch"!
Lily, who was lying on the third chair, raised her head.

"She's looking at me, did you see that, Lily!" Annan exclaimed.

"I'm just a little kitty meow~"

Lily jumped onto the dining table and rubbed her tail against Annan's chin.

Before Annan had time to observe the princess, Locke rushed in again.

"Lord Annan, your cousin, Martin..."

"He set the house on fire again?"

"No... He made this thing called an airship."

……

The Ministry of Finance discovered Bishop Garcia's purchase of all the goods in Liberty City on the first day, but ignored it. But as the same thing happened every day in the following days, Minister Ingrid and Director Rona personally visited them and asked them why they purchased so many goods.

"Any questions?"

"No, just asking if the church needs help," Ingrid said.

"There's too much money. I want to cut some off."

Ingrid understood and suggested: "You can open an account at a savings bank and deposit your money."

"No."

Unexpectedly, Bishop Garcia refused outright, and Ingrid was surprised by his firmness.

"why?"

"Are you going to pay back the money in the savings bank?"

"of course."

"So no."

The Church of Wealth wants investments that are sure to lose money. If you deposit 100 million kinaers in a savings bank, and get back 105 million with interest in the second year, isn't that making money from the Son of God?
If only the Holy Son liked gambling, they could lose millions of gold nars in one night and still make the Holy Son happy.

Director Rona didn't dare to speak, mainly because he didn't understand.

Ingrid understood the Church of Fortune's plan and was silent for a moment: "There's no need to be so troublesome..."

She knew her lord well. When it came to money, his self-esteem would never be damaged - as long as the profit was high enough, the guy would even sell the hemp rope that tied him up.

But Bishop Garcia was determined that these church believers still had a sacred filter for their Son.

Ingrid then made the next best choice and said, "The church can handle long-term business."

The savings bank has not yet started long-term business, but for money, anything can be negotiated.

“Can money be saved more and more?”

"Of course not...but we can 'discretionarily' reduce it to 3% or 2% for the church." Ingrid was also helpless. It was the first time she met a client who wanted her to lose money.

Bishop Garcia's frown deepened. As the bishop of the Church of Fortune and the future successor of Archbishop Tomac, he was good at arithmetic: "Too much. If I deposit 1000 million Kinnars, you will give me... 100 million Kinnars in 7200 years?"

This is simply unacceptable!
"what is that?"

Bishop Garcia suddenly raised his head and looked up into the air.

Ingrid looked over there and saw a huge object that looked like a mirrored question mark rising in the direction of the industrial area.

"Fuck, what a big dick!" Director Rona exclaimed from the side.

(End of this chapter)