The expert said, "Of course, it is not pure enough."

"Some people have suggested that there will not be such a large piece of pure tungsten in nature, and some people even think that this is a fake ball made by Wen Junzhi, I don't know what you think?"

"What do I think? I see with my eyes, I see with my instruments! Is this pure tungsten easy to detect, who would have nothing to do with such a large fake one? Hungry? If you don't think your reputation is bad enough, do you want to smash your own sign?"

"I know you journalists, you want to make big news every day! Go and go, I'm still a reporter for Science Daily, and I actually listen to rumors."

Ah Duan's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he muttered to himself, "Is this really a gift from the gods?"

The Governor also felt that his hands and feet were cold, and as soon as this tungsten ball appeared, the news that the king had been favored by the gods would quickly spread throughout Africa, and no one would dare to do anything to him and his estate.

Many countries in Africa believe in gods, and some are very religious, and it is not self-defeating to attack a person who is blessed by the gods?

It's better to believe in what you have than what you don't have.

The Governor felt that it was useless to reclaim the tungsten mine.

Ah Duan gritted his teeth and said, "Who said this must be a gift from the gods? Maybe this Wen Junzhi has made a deal with the devil, and this tungsten ball is the devil's creation?"

The governor's heart moved, yes, there is still this way, don't you believe in the gods? If I don't fight against you, I will insist that you are the devil, and there will always be people who believe it.

Then they suddenly heard a cacophony of voices, and it turned out that the leaders of several of the tribes knelt down and bowed down before the tungsten ball, muttering words and shouting thanks to the gods for their gifts.

Ah Duan snorted coldly and said, "What a stupid! They have been deceived by the devil and do not know it."

A reporter next to him looked at them like a fool and said, "Isn't that the High Priest of Noan? He is highly respected and has great prestige, and you say that he is stupid. Don't let the locals hear you, or they won't give you face."

"What?" The faces of the Governor and Ah Duan changed again.

They had heard of the prestige of the High Priest of Anno.

Not only in the country of Lola, but also in the whole plain, there are many of his followers, and his reputation is so great that even people in South Africa have come inexplicably to offer offerings to him.

Such a virtuous high priest said that it was a gift from the gods, and they said that it was a creation of the devil, who would believe it?

Ah Duan exclaimed, "Impossible, didn't the high priest of Anno preach the scriptures on the side of Nia? When did you come back?"

"I just came back two days ago, and it is said that Mr. Wen personally went to invite him back." The reporter said, "What? Don't you even know?"

They don't know!

Both felt a heart attack.

This Wen Junzhi is really as smart as the legend, and every one of their strategies has been calculated by him.

I have prejudged your prediction, and I have blocked every path of yours.

The governor felt that his hands were shaking so badly that he did not listen to the call.

But he still took out his cigarette and planned to smoke one to suppress the shock.

But I don't know how, but when the assistant next to him lit a cigarette, the flames suddenly jumped up, ignited his hair, and the assistant hurriedly put out the fire, and he was so anxious that he screamed and jumped.

This scene was filmed by reporters and made headlines in the newspaper the next day.

The Governor was so angry that he overturned the desk in front of him, broke the glass, and the assistants stood outside the door trembling and did not dare to enter.

And in a small country in Eastern Europe, there is a small old castle.

The castle belonged to a certain count, who had been a big man at the king's side, and had supreme power, and this castle was the place where he lived as a child, and even if he later became in power, he ordered people to keep it well.

Hundreds of years later, the castle was bought by a wealthy man from Western Europe and became the private property of that rich man.

At this time, in the council hall of the castle, seven people sat around the long oval table, and the atmosphere was a little dull for a while.

"Socrates, you often boast to us that your disciple Guan Ling is a powerful person, but I didn't expect it to fall into the hands of Wen Junzhi and Bai Zhou this time." Caesar's mouth was hooked with a hint of sarcasm and mockery.

Socrates' face was extremely ugly.

Guan Ling is indeed his proud protégé, he has taken a fancy to him since he was very young, and cultivated him as his most trusted disciple.

That kid is also very smart, and over the years, he has never made a mistake in doing things, and he is extremely talented.

He was bent on cultivating him to be his heir, but he didn't expect that he would die.

Died at the hands of Wen Junzhi.

As soon as he thought of the death of his proud disciple, he felt a pain in his heart.

Caesar dared to sneer!

Socrates didn't speak, but there was a cold killing intent exuding from his body, which made everyone present feel a slight pain like a pinprick in the face.

"Shut up, Caesar!"

The high priest snorted coldly, and Caesar immediately closed his mouth.