She wants to proclaim miracles!
Looking at the homeless people outside, Jia Xitong suddenly had this thought.
When disaster strikes, ordinary people need more than just material support; they need emotional support. Preaching and distributing propaganda materials are the simplest and most effective ways to quickly gather followers and faith for the Dragon Clan and Shang Yanting.
But they still need people and money.
Jia Xitong looked at Uncle Karl.
In her mind, Uncle Karl had lived for thousands of years, was powerful and held a high position, so he should naturally be incredibly wealthy.
Uncle Carl met Jia Xitong's enthusiastic gaze, then looked away.
Jia Xitong had clearly forgotten that although Uncle Karl had lived for thousands of years and was very powerful, his job for those millennia was driving Dorkar. He earned only a few dozen low-grade spirit stones a day, accumulating a considerable amount of money through his long lifespan.
They are indeed rich, but only have a little money.
To say he's richer than a country... that's giving him way too much credit.
Jia Xitong belatedly realized what was happening and patted Uncle Karl on the shoulder, saying, "Uncle, don't be discouraged. Living a long life is a kind of wealth."
She decisively gave up on exploiting Uncle Karl and quickly remembered her wealthy friends—
Wanbaoge, Liang Ting.
Liang Ting's Wanbaoge grew and became stronger under Shang Yanting's influence, but it was also affected by Shang Yanting's troubles.
However, Dean Yan has always had a good reputation at Dingtian Academy, and he is also quite popular. Although Wanbaoge has suffered a lot of losses recently, it has not been seriously damaged.
There's still plenty of money.
Carl quickly found Liang Ting. Jia Xitong couldn't tell him too much, but she told him her plan.
“We need to proclaim miracles and spread the story of the Dragon God among the refugees.”
To achieve extremely high reach in a short period of time, you need to have enough money!
Print these booklets;
They sent people to mingle among refugees and ordinary people to spread their message.
And to give alms in the name of the Dragon God.
All of this costs money, and to ensure the desired effect, a continuous flow of money is needed.
"This is Dean Yan's intention."
Jia Xitong, wielding the feather as if it were an imperial edict, looked at him earnestly and said, "It's extremely important, and only you can do it."
But this is no small matter.
Openly praising other gods will be severely punished if caught by the Temple of Martial Gods. If Wanbaoge really helps Jia Xitong do this, once discovered, Liang Ting's hard-earned foundation will instantly vanish.
Liang Ting is a businessman, and is essentially profit-driven.
Although he sided with Shang Yanting, it wasn't out of deep affection, but rather a mutual exchange of value. He was acutely aware of his lowly status, hence his subservient demeanor before Shang Yanting. However, this didn't negate his disloyalty to those in higher positions; when his core interests were threatened, those in power were willing to abandon him.
Liang Ting did not refuse Jia Xitong's request, but she was extremely anxious after seeing her off.
He had already finished the pot of cold tea on the table, and now Liang Ting was once again standing at the crossroads of life, struggling to make a choice.
Following Yan Qing now would be a path with no future in sight.
If he does as Xitong says, he will lead the entire Wanbaoge into an abyss of no return.
If the purpose and arrival of Xi Tong were revealed to the Temple of the God of War, although the road ahead would still be difficult, at least Wanbaoge could be preserved. Perhaps he would be killed because Yan Qing planted the puppet silk, and Wanbaoge would lose its most important backer and face immense hardship, but his younger brother would still be alive, and Liang Baoyu had already learned a great deal. He believed that Liang Baoyu could lead Wanbaoge back to its former glory!
As he finished the last sip of cold tea, he had already made his decision.
For the people and things he values most, he is willing to be a disloyal, unfilial, and backstabbing villain!
"elder brother!"
Liang Baoyu burst through the door at that moment.
He saw what Liang Ting was holding and snatched it away abruptly, saying, "I won't allow you to betray Xi Tong and Xian Long Feng!"
He quickly learned that Xitong and Karl had visited Wanbaoge.
Because after meeting Liang Ting, Jia Xitong went to see Liang Baoyu.
She was often unreliable in small matters, but never ambiguous about important ones. Although Liang Baoyu and Liang Ting were brothers and had a deep bond, their personalities were completely opposite. She knew that telling Liang Baoyu about this was like taking double precautions.
Sure enough, Liang Baoyu has already come after hearing the news.
"Little brother, stop fooling around. You're a grown-up now. You should know what's important."
Liang Ting reached out to snatch the booklet from Liang Baoyu's hand.
“Xitong and Dean Yan helped me when I was in my most difficult time. As members of the Xianlong Peak faction, should we abandon them now for our own benefit?”
Liang Baoyu blushed and looked at him, "How is your behavior any different from that of a petty person!"
"This isn't about money; it's about the future of Wanbaoge, and our lives!"
Liang Ting looked at him with trembling hands and said bluntly that he did not understand her pressure.
"You're clearly a coward who's retreating in the face of battle and betraying your country! Dean Yan isn't even dead yet, so why are you already in such a hurry to find another side?"
Liang Baoyu held Liang Ting's hand tightly, "Brother, since you're going to gamble, why can't you gamble that Xitong and Dean Yan will win? Our Wanbaoge started out because of them, and our Liang family's motto says that one should never forget one's roots."
Even if we fail and lose everything, we can always go back.
A carrying pole, two boxes—that's all from Wanbaoge!
He looked at Liang Ting with a serious expression he had never shown before, "Brother, as long as we have each other, we will have Wanbaoge!"
Suddenly, a string in Liang Ting's heart snapped, and he couldn't help but burst into tears.
Yan Qing had already planted puppet threads in him. If he really betrayed them, he could protect Wanbaoge and Liang Baoyu, but the price would be his life!
He was prepared to die, but was persuaded by his foolish younger brother.
After their parents died, Wanbaoge had already gone through several cycles of starting from scratch. The most important thing was that the family could be together!
"good!"
Liang Ting relented, "Don't run around too much lately. Stay in the manor. I'll take care of the rest."
Printing large quantities of banned books,
Pay people to spread the word.
They also purchased large quantities of rice, flour, and other food. After learning about the "Realm of Death," Wanbaoge began its operation. Like insignificant ants, they mingled among the people. The legend of the gods, passed down orally, became a secret history, then history itself, and subsequently, the prophecy that the Dragon God would reappear to save the world spread on a small scale…
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