Tony felt as soon as he closed his eyes, he was awakened by the harsh alarm. His whole body was exhausted and his eyelids were so sore that he couldn't open it. He used all his willpower to fight with his body for a while. He climbed up from the bed with difficulty and rushed into the bathroom. With the help of the stimulation of cold water, he temporarily allowed him to break free from his fatigue.

Two days and three nights, he had just had a rest time when he went to bed. The clock pointed to five in the morning, and the manor became noisy again.

After taking a cold bath, the most important thing was to wash the greasy hair with cold water. The last trace of sleepiness was finally dispelled. My drowsy brain began to wake up. He blew a hairstyle for himself, shaved his dense beard, and finally took out the ironed clothes from the closet and brought his nameplate...

A shout of "Tony, Tony~~" was heard from the wireless headset. Tony responded immediately, quickly sorted out his collar in front of the mirror, smoothed the last wrinkle on his uniform, pretended to be energetic, and opened his door.

"Hurry, Tony, Pier 2, those people are coming again, and the media, you must comfort them, not let them go to sea, and not send them to the island without authorization, OK?"

Tony wanted to smash this fat fat face with one punch, which was the hardest and most dangerous task. Doesn't this bastard know that his voice is hoarse and he can't speak anymore?

"Boss, I'm a cadre in this job. Listen to my voice..."

Indeed, even if he was standing opposite, Tony's immediate boss didn't hear what Tony was saying. But at this time, in such a situation, this harsh man in his forties would not care about the life or death of a subordinate. He only had the results, not the reason, no matter what the reason was...

"Listen, Tony, I have no one on hand, even Wiesen, I asked him to get up from the hospital. Do you know how many people have come today? Twenty thousand, 20,000, man, and it's not yet six in the morning, know what this means? It means promotion, salary increase, and our manor is growing rapidly! At such a critical moment, anyone who can't keep up with the team will be ruthlessly abandoned..."

Speaking of this, the supervisor took a step forward and pointed his black and thick finger at Tony's chest. A fat face suddenly approached and then became ferocious. "Success will only show his favor to those who work hard. Now tell me, I will give it to you Pier 1, can you..."

Tony was frightened, "Yes, head, I can handle it!"

"Then why don't you go quickly!!"

Tony hurriedly ran away from the supervisor, jumped over several waiters and waitresses who were asleep in the corridor of the staff dormitory along the way. When he entered the elevator, he murmured and cursed for his weakness!

The elevator opened in the first floor lobby, and the huge noise came to my face without stopping. Tony took a step back by the huge sound. When he walked out of the elevator, he saw that it was not only the hall of Hall 2, but also the square, garden, and beach outside... There were extremely excited people at all, there were no order, there were messes and garbage everywhere, and there were even several tents that were not put away and were trampled on by others.

"I'm sorry, sir, please give me, give me..."

"...Madam, you can't do this. Please come down. It's dangerous for you to do this..."

"…Yes, I saw, Madam, that's a miracle, yes, I've witnessed it happening with my own eyes, of course, I'd love to talk to you, but unfortunately I have to get to my job, you know, many people need my help, just like you..."

Just shouting, squeezing out of the hall of Hall 2, Tony was already sweating profusely. The most important thing was that his voice was completely ruined, but similar situations have occurred these days. On the tour bus, Tony got a few brushes and a drawing board.

The sky was just dawn, but the sea in the distance was already full of red light. A beam of light soared into the sky from the small island in the distance. Around the beam of light, engineering vehicles that have been working all night have built the outline of a huge building!

Tony was not surprised by their speed. The large number of molded boards, stones, and steel structure components had been processed in various factories long ago. Now the island is made on simple assembly and splicing.

Tony also received insider information. It is said that several major suppliers of the US Navy have joined the "Glory and Holy" work. For this reason, some of the navy's warships have been affected by the construction period, which shows the manpower and material resources in it, and shows the enthusiasm of the American "people" to protect the "gods"!

The more the tour bus goes, the greater the congestion and range. Gradually, the fewer pure tourists, and Tony really has to face begins to increase and begins to appear.

The robe, the hood, and the whole body was covered tightly, all facing the island where the miracle was, prostrating devoutly, humming prayers that no one could understand...

Such figures began to become everywhere, but if they were just them, Tony and his colleagues would not be nervous and tired. Sure enough, after walking forward for another fifteen minutes, the main building of the manor and the white beach were shaking. Another group of protesters holding banners and equally excited expressions shouted angry slogans, blocking Tony's way out under the pursuit of flashlights and cameras...

"...We are very worried, but we also want to emphasize that everyone's religious belief is free and sacred. We call on all God's people not to take extreme words and deeds. Now it is different from the past and has entered an era of sanctification..."

A black congressman was in front of Tony's tour bus with the protesters as the background, talking to the microphone and camera. Tony waited patiently for ten minutes before the troublemaker left. The tour bus was about to continue moving forward, but a crew stopped him.

The charming anchor came to Tony: "Sir, do you have time to accept our interview? We are the BBC..."

Tony smiled bitterly and pointed to his throat and shook his head.

The beautiful anchor obviously had expected it. She even picked up the drawing board and stuffed it into Tony's hand, which did not allow him to refuse or refuse. "...Is it a sign of your company's position and attitude for prohibiting protesters and marchers from entering the camp where the Eternal Church gathers?"

Tony was so scared that he shook his head quickly. He picked up the pen and was about to defend his company!
Chapter completed!