Samuel had indeed just reached an agreement with the shipbreaking yard called "Steel of the Past" to buy all the ships owned by Samuel for 35 million gold dollars.

35 million is much lower than the price of 224 million offered by Lord Finn, and compared to the entire company packaged and sold to Luanweihua Group, Samuel still needs to pay a lot of employee severance pay, but Samuel and Toft, who are worth billions, don't care about this "small money".

And Samuel felt more comfortable choosing not to cooperate than to endure Lord Finn's disgusting and hypocritical smile. He wondered if the other wavering defense contractors would let Lord Finn eat a few more nails after he had eaten his own prestige here.

Just thinking about it made Samuel feel very happy.

But pleasure is pleasure, and the work that needs to be done still has to be done. Since the company's floating ships are to be sold to the shipbreaking yard, all kinds of documents or personal belongings in them must be emptied within these days.

Samuel also left a lot of personal belongings in the "Twilight Swordsman", so he was busy packing up all day today. He can use the space ring to hold these personal belongings, but after all, the space ring is limited, and he has to gather these items and pack them before they can be shipped in one trip, considering that Samuel usually doesn't clean up the room very much, and now it has become a time-consuming and laborious task to pack these items.

Before he could finish his job, a guest was welcomed.

"Uh...... Miss Flominina, how did you find here?"

"I went to your house and you weren't there, and Toft told me I could find you here. Flomina raised the document bag in her hand, "The Herring God Cult you asked me to investigate is here." ”

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"The earliest record of this herring cult is in the vicinity of Half-Moon Castle, and there have been records of their activities in many countries and regions since then. It must have been more than a century ago."

......

"The sect started out as poor fishermen, but it gradually developed followers among the working class. ”

......

"The doctrine of this sect...... As you can understand, the price comparison is indeed quirky. Moreover, it has been revised several times over the past century, and the earliest doctrines are no longer available. ”

......

"There are a lot of records that show that their pastor does have the ability to cast spells, and is a legitimate church backed by gods, not some criminal group under the banner of religion. ”

"However, they are only carrying out ordinary missionary activities all over the world, and there is no mention of any dangerous actions in the records of various regions, and the religious authorities of various countries have never included them in the list of cults. ”

Flomina briefly recounted the results of the investigation to Samuel, and then handed Samuel the thick bag of papers:

"More details are in the information, you can see for yourself"

Samuel didn't have time to watch it for the time being, and after listening to Flominina's description, he still couldn't believe it:

"So this is a clean and harmless little church?"

Flomina spreads her hands:

"That's it. ”

So how did the strange church of the Herring God use those sand sculpture doctrines to develop adherents?

And he paid so much real money in order to obtain the god-given spell, how can he be considered a high-level believer, right? Why didn't any church members take the initiative to contact him? The only Herring God Cult believer he knew, that is, Alexei, who developed his own membership, disappeared after getting off the ship, and he didn't mean to take himself to meet the members of the sect at all, so that he still hasn't found an organization

"Well...... I don't know, but the Herring Cult has a small clubhouse in Nurenta, the address of which is in the information given to you. If you're really curious, take the initiative to find them."

Samuel didn't know if it was a good idea to reach out to them.

Flomina also seemed to see Samuel's entanglement, and it was estimated that she would not be able to pay attention for a while, so she would not dwell on this topic. He's not just here for the Herring Cult.

"I heard you fell out with the Luanwei Flower Group?" Florina was intrigued.

Fromina's knowledge of this was not surprising to Samuel, if the Anjou family couldn't even hear this rumor, how could Samuel ask the other party to investigate the Herring God Cult?

"Yes, Lord Finn is trying to force me to sell the company's assets at a low price, taking advantage of the fact that I have a poor relationship with the Teks Group, so the Luanweihua Group is the only buyer. Samuel took out a document, "So I directly disposed of the ship to the shipbreaking yard, even if it is sold as scrap iron, it won't be cheaper that bastard." ”

Flomina couldn't help but chuckle, she would rather suffer a huge financial loss than let Lord Finn take advantage of it, she could almost guess how wonderful Lord Finn's face was when he got the news. But he was still curious, and Samuel didn't hesitate to sell the ship as scrap metal, without considering other options, such as......

"After I rejected Lord Finn, some of my 'old friends' did contact me", the so-called old friends, the defense contractors I had set up a few years ago.

"But I'm not stupid, dismantling the ship and selling it directly is a loss of money at most, if I really get together with these 'old friends', it will not only be as simple as offending the Luanweihua Group, but the Teks Group will also treat me as a thorn in the side. ”

Flomina nodded, acknowledging Samuel's judgment that it was indeed a wise choice to reject these defense contractors.

At this time, Samuel heard a commotion outside. Recently, there have been a lot of tourists stranded in the Nurem Tower, so the Traveler's House can't accommodate everyone, and some warehouses and staff quarters at the airport tower have also been used as hotels, so it is really lively on weekdays.

But it shouldn't be as lively as it is now, is there something going on?

"It should be the donation that started," Flomina replied.

"Donations, donations?" Samuel looked dazed.

"You don't know?"

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Six hours ago.

Nicholas is one of five members of the Guleg Meteorological Disaster Committee, a high-end position that doesn't actually have much power. In Nicholas's own words, he was just a more advanced weather forecaster.

Nicholas and his four colleagues were tasked with assessing the likelihood of a meteorological disaster based on the national meteorological data gathered on their desks every morning, which was essentially a data analysis exercise. It's a 365-day-a-year job, and the advantage is that you basically only have to work in the morning, and you can leave work directly after lunch.

It's not surprising that the weather is good, as Nicholas and his colleagues knew a few days ago that it was going to be a sunny day. Nicholas, who had arrived at the office early, hung up his coat and sat down in his chair. His wide desk is unsurprisingly full of weather data from all over the country.

Nicholas, who has been in this position for more than a decade, is extremely skilled in his business, and it didn't take long to read the weather data for most of the region, and not surprisingly, the data from all over the country will experience great weather in the next few days. Nicholas, who was in a good mood, opened the last file bag, which was the weather data for the Nurenta area, and he took out a thick stack of papers from the file bag, and then saw a small envelope fall out of the folder.

Nicholas picked up the small envelope and saw two small lines on the envelope:

"Nicholas Davy"

"From Delano Winston"