"Father, it's been two days...."

At night, in the study on the second floor of the Znamensky Cathedral, Dino looked at the bill in front of him and sighed long.

From yesterday's official start of distribution of broth and dairy products to today's end, two full days have passed, and the operating funds of the Church of Truth can no longer be described as shrinking, it is simply as barren as a waist squeezed dry by a succubus!

There really isn't a drop left ....

Fortunately, the supplies needed tomorrow have been transported to the warehouse outside the city, and it can be maintained for a day, if there is no new capital inflow by the end of tomorrow, then no matter what Mavi says, Dino will suspend the distribution of broth and dairy products.

The reason is simple, they have no money left to pay the farmers, and they have not even paid the balance tomorrow!

Once again, Dino felt a crisis, a feeling that reminded him of the failed investment three years ago.

History seems to repeat itself, he studs all over and puts his net worth on the table, but the signs of failure have appeared, and it is difficult to continue to persevere.

As a person who has come over, Dino will never agree to Ma Wei's sale and mortgage of assets, three days is enough to prove success or failure, why do you need to continue to increase investment?

"Dino, I'm not in business, and it's not an investment."

Next to the dim desk, Ma Wei nestled in a chair, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand, and said with his eyebrows lowered: "This is a psychological war, whoever can't hold on first will lose." ”

Dino didn't know why Ma Wei was so determined, he said eagerly: "They can watch from the sidelines, but we really can't hold on!" ”

"Watching from the sidelines? No.... There is not much time left for them. Mavi took a sip of hot tea and said with a smile: "Didn't you notice that there has been no movement on the side of Paul I in the past two days?" ”

"I found it, so what?"

"There is no movement, which means that they are also watching and want to see the limits of the Church of Truth, and we are the only ones who know the limits of the Church of Truth." Ma Wei said softly, "They have this idea because the Church of Truth is too small to afford such a huge expense, so what will happen when we hold out for three days?" What will they think? What does it mean for a beggar to suddenly go on a shopping spree and take out almost all of his savings? ”

His eyelids jumped slightly, and Dino thought to himself: "A beggar who is shopping on a large scale? Interesting analogy.... According to normal logic, if a beggar suddenly spends money like crazy, either he has recently made a windfall or is looking for death. ”

"What if this beggar had been cautious and had to be careful with every penny?"

"Then he's absolutely insane." Dino was sure.

Ma Wei nodded: "So, everyone else thinks the same way." I just want to put pressure on them, to give them the illusion that in the eyes of Paul I, we are insane, but in the eyes of the military nobles who have seen Finn Drost.... We, the nouveau riche who have made a windfall, are forgivable for revenge consumption. ”

Dino's eyes lit up, and he completely reacted.

After meeting Finn Drost, the military nobles knew that the Church of Truth had a big donor, and the real reason for their hesitation was whether the Church of Truth could cope with the offensive of Paul I.

At present, the Church of Truth has raised its prestige to a terrifying height with broth and dairy products, proving its strength, and at the same time, the unresponsive side of Paul I will also give the military nobles the feeling that the king is likely to fail.

Ma Wei's move of playing cards out of common sense strikes a delicate balance that not only breaks the situation, but also paves the way for the future!

Psychological warfare!

After being excited for a while, Dino suddenly remembered something: "No, let's hold on for three days at most, if the military nobles don't send supplies tomorrow, then won't we be exposed?" ”

"That's right." Ma Wei took out his pocket watch, opened it with a snap, and stared at the constantly beating second hand: "Now, the communication should be ready." ”

"Prepare what?"

"The straw that broke the camel's back."

....................................

Under the dark night sky, snow fell heavily, and countless snowflakes fell with the wind, covering the roof of the carriage.

It was a convoy of goods marching in the snow, with dim kerosene lamps hanging on both sides of the front of the wagon, and in the darkness it looked like the child's hole of a dragon, and the workers shouted in unison, pushing the wagon out of the muddy pit and moving slowly towards Tyumen.

The tinkling of bells spread through the night, and anyone who saw the convoy would think it was full of goods, and it was.

The wagons were loaded with large pieces of beef wrapped in oilcloth, barrels of milk, cheese like grinding plates, sugar...

As they got closer and closer to Tyumen City, they noticed that the eyes of this convoy gradually increased, and they all hid in the dark, carefully observing, not daring to get too close, for fear of being discovered by the other party.

Perhaps the goods were too heavy, the axle of a carriage suddenly broke, the carriage suddenly toppled over, the loaded goods fell into the snow, the workers came with kerosene lamps, and the light gathered together illuminated the beef and cheese under the tarpaulin....

"Damn! What the hell are you doing?! ”

Amid the rage, a gorgeously dressed young man stepped out of the car, his face hidden in a black velvet cloak, unable to see his face, and could only imagine his anger from his fierce body language.

The workers hurriedly removed the goods from the carriage and put it on other carriages, and with such a heavy snowstorm, the repair of the axle could only wait until tomorrow.

Suddenly, a cold wind struck, blowing off the young man's black velvet hood, the young man's face changed, he quickly grabbed the hood and put it back on, and while fastening the black ribbon, he looked around cautiously, as if he was afraid of revealing his identity.

But....

A fleeting moment was enough for the eyes in the darkness to see what he looked like.

The eldest son of Baron Vladimir's family - Goffman!

How did he end up here?

Why did he deliver beef and cheese to Tyumen City?

What does he want to do?!

All kinds of doubts came to my mind, and they were quickly answered.

There is only one truth......

Baron Vladimir has taken refuge in the Church of Truth!

With this answer, the snooping sights in the darkness disappeared one after another, and with a faint anger, he quickly escaped into the wind and snow.

Soon, the cargo was reloaded, the convoy was on its journey again, and the well-dressed young man returned to the front carriage.

The meaning of anger was like ice and snow melting, his face returned to calm, the young man clenched the tears of the kraken in his hand, his eyes swept to the darkness on both sides, his lips squirmed, and he said to himself:

"Am I playing too much?"