Chapter 3131
Only with Money Can One Have Faith
Chapter 3131 Only with Money Can One Have Faith
Persia, manor.
Mosidov sat motionless in the room, looking haggard.
The room was pitch black.
The people inside the house seemed to blend into the darkness.
Since receiving the news from the old butler, he has been staying in this room for the past two days.
This is where his wife used to live, and it was also Alfate's favorite place when he was a child.
The difference is that the old house used to be filled with sunlight, and various items were placed around it.
But now, the exterior of the house is covered with curtains, allowing no light to penetrate.
Even though a crowd had gathered outside the house, no one dared to make a sound.
In the pitch-black room, through the darkness, Mosidov seemed to see a beam of light, and then boundless light burst forth before his eyes, revealing his wife and son.
He saw his wife gently stroking his cheek, he saw his son playing with his toys, and he even saw many people surrounding them...
"Father…"
Upon hearing the sound, Mosidov burst into tears.
"Father…"
Mosidov closed his eyes, the images in his mind fragmented...
"Father…"
Another sound came, making him feel dazed.
When I opened my eyes, I found a figure standing beside me, holding a satellite phone in his hand.
"Master, it's me, Master's phone call..."
The servant spoke with great emotion, his voice trembling.
They were servants of the Mosidov family, and their relationship with their master was one of shared prosperity and shared ruin.
Moreover, having a host like Mosidov is also an honor for them.
Especially now, with their impending abolition of agricultural taxes and their improved faith, this relationship transcends mere master-servant dynamics, encompassing a deeper sense of worship.
Therefore, they are the people who care about Mosidov the most, and the people who most hope that Mosidov can get back on his feet.
"Who?"
Mosidov kept his head down, his voice hoarse, and he had no energy or spirit.
"My little master's..."
As they were talking, a faint sound suddenly came from the quiet room.
"Father…"
The voice was very soft, but it sent a shiver down Mosidov's spine.
His confused expression suddenly changed, and he rubbed his ears vigorously before hearing the voice coming from the satellite phone again.
“Father, it is I, Al…”
The faint voice came again. Mosidov shoved the servant aside, dodged the satellite phone, and roared, "Alphat, is that you?"
"It's you, isn't it?"
"Answer me, answer me quickly, how are you now...?"
His hoarse voice sounded like wood rubbing together, yet it conveyed immense urgency and concern.
"Father, I'm fine..."
Alphat's voice came from the other end again, followed by an excited voice, "Master, it's me!"
"The little master's surgery was very successful, but he needs to rest now, so it's not convenient to say more!"
Upon hearing the butler Belamvanlong's voice, Mosidov suddenly lay back on the bed.
He was so happy, yet so tired, but the weight on his heart was lifted.
The tears that had seemed to have dried up earlier surged forth like a spring at this moment.
His son is still alive.
As long as I'm alive, that's enough.
Wiping away his tears, Mosidov waved his hand, and the servant immediately left.
Taking a deep breath, Mosidov asked solemnly, "Wanlong, what exactly happened!"
"Didn't we say before that the chances were slim?"
Mosidov was full of curiosity, but even more so, he was concerned and wanted to know the truth.
"Master, it's Young Master Yang Zengyi, a friend of the young master..."
As the old butler recounted the story, Mosidov finally understood what had happened.
The image of the small gourd around Alfat's neck naturally came to mind.
To be honest, he had some reservations when Alfate was wearing the little gourd.
Given his status, position, and wealth, it wouldn't be difficult for him to wear whatever he wanted.
Even those expensive gems, he could buy them if Alphat wanted them.
So if Alphat hadn't wanted to wear it, he genuinely wouldn't have taken a liking to this seemingly ordinary Chinese gourd.
However, this ordinary little gourd is now the most precious gift in the world.
That contains life-saving medicine!
Life is priceless!
After learning the truth, Mosidov breathed a sigh of relief and felt inexplicably grateful.
Based on his understanding of Chinese culture, there is a saying: "A drop of water in need should be repaid with a spring of water."
What's more, this saved his son's life!
Or it could be said that it saved the lives of the father and son.
This has happened twice already.
Therefore, he had to make some kind of statement.
Just as Mosidov was feeling grateful and thinking about how to repay his Eastern friends, the old butler's voice came through the phone again, "Master, there might be some trouble here!"
Mosidov's expression hardened. "What trouble?"
“Master, the doctors were involved in the entire process of rescuing the young master, and they witnessed the whole thing!”
Mosidov frowned. "So what if they saw it?"
The old steward quickly said, "Master, they had originally given up on treating him, but after taking the medicine from the gourd, the young master's heartbeat suddenly accelerated and his condition improved rapidly."
"As far as we know, someone collected the small gourd afterward and studied it."
"Moreover, there have been rumors circulating recently that the green liquid inside the small gourd is a mysterious Chinese medicine."
"Some even claim it's a miracle drug from China, a drug that can bring people back from the dead."
"Of course, that's true, but this means some people will set their sights on young master Yang Zengyi, because he has a small gourd around his neck..."
After Beiranvanlong explained the situation, Mosidov immediately understood what was going on.
A miraculous medicine that can save lives in a critical moment would be a huge temptation for those cowardly "masters," "superiors," and "powerful people." They might even do anything for their lives.
"Listen, you must protect them."
"I don't want this to happen again."
Mosidov spoke in his sternest voice, and the old butler opposite him immediately agreed, "Don't worry, we have already contacted the Chinese team, and we will work together to protect them."
"Okay, and we've also lodged a strong protest with the Federal Republic of Germany. How can they guarantee the safety of their citizens if this kind of thing happens again?"
"Is this the safest World Cup they've been touting?"
"Also, Alphat should arrange for a plane to return as soon as possible,"
After finishing the call, Mosidov looked around the house, a ruthless glint in his eyes.
Slowly getting up, Mosidov felt unwell. Sitting for a long time made his legs ache, and his body, which had not eaten or drunk anything, felt weak.
But his eyes were unusually firm.
He got up and walked out of the room step by step.
The door opened from the inside.
In an instant, Mosidov instinctively closed his eyes, and then tears streamed down his face.
Those waiting nearby saw this and came forward to express their concern.
But Mosidov simply raised his hand and waved it, saying, "Prepare the meal!"
The voice was very soft, but everyone felt a great sense of relief.
Servants immediately went to prepare.
But Mosidov's voice didn't stop; he continued, "Summon all the ministers here, prepare for a meeting!"
"The entire First Group of troops is under martial law. Flight squadrons are on standby at all times. No passage is permitted within any defense zone!!"
"All factory security teams are awaiting orders."
As Mosidov issued his orders and people left, the number of people waiting in front of the house dwindled.
Finally, Mosidov opened his eyes. His bloodshot eyeballs felt the scorching heat of the sunlight, and blurry shadows appeared in his vision.
Until everything became clearly visible.
Looking at the last few people beside him, Mosidov spoke again, "Order the guards to assemble!"
The group quickly composed themselves and left.
At that moment, everyone knew that a sandstorm was coming.
As for who the target is?
They don't need to know this, because they are merely the scimitars in Mosidov's hands.
The master's will is their will.
Of course, they didn't know that Mosidov, standing in the sunlight, also had no goals in mind.
But none of that matters anymore.
A short while later, a group of fully armed men appeared in the vicinity, each exuding a strong aura of killing intent.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were only on Mosidov.
After a quick meal, Mosidov led his men to the conference room.
In the spacious room, Mosidov shook off his fatigue and then glanced at the crowd below.
Each of the well-dressed subordinates had a concerned look on their faces, and some even wiped away tears from time to time, looking as if they were deeply empathetic.
"Hadef!"
Mosidov looked at the old man to his left, who quickly composed himself, suppressing his grief, and stepped forward. "Respected Asa..."
"Guards, drag him out!"
Mosidov didn't give him a chance to speak; with a wave of his hand, two guards immediately stepped forward.
"Wise Asa, why, why are you doing this to me..."
Hadef shouted loudly, but Mosidov scoffed, "Why?"
"Hadef, why have you been so slow to agree to issue the document regarding the abolition of agricultural taxes?"
Hadef was taken aback, not expecting this to be the case. He quickly struggled to explain, "Asha, agricultural taxes have existed since ancient times. Without agricultural taxes, who will create wealth for us and support national development?"
"Great Asha, please do not be blinded by some heretics. Only by following the guidance of the Great God can the stability of the country be maintained."
"Drag out!"
"Copy the house."
Mosidov really didn't want to hear this nonsense.
The reason this guy disagrees with abolishing the agricultural tax is not for the sake of the country or the people; it's purely because he doesn't want to lose this opportunity to make money.
As Hadef was led away by the guards, the rest of the people trembled with fear.
Mosidov called out again, "Fords, Kinullenv."
Mosidov called out seven or eight names in one breath, and those whose names were called walked out nervously but with respectful expressions.
After all, once their family property was confiscated, they could never go back to what they were like before, even if nothing happened.
At this moment, everyone suddenly realized that the people being called out seemed to be members of conservative religious sects, and they were all people who were trying to stop the abolition of agricultural taxes.
At that moment, a cool breeze swept through the conference room, sending chills down the spines of those in the audience.
"You should leave!"
Everyone felt a chill run down their spines, but no one dared to say it.
Then Mosidov continued, “Go back and tell your devout God that from now on, in my territory, every family that believes in you must pay a quarter of their property each year as a religious offering!”
"Furthermore, no one may organize an assembly without authorization; violators will be arrested and killed on the spot."
"Let's go, let's leave before I change anything."
Mosidov's voice was icy, and his entire body was filled with murderous intent.
The crowd below wanted to say something more, after all, they were representatives of the sect, and behind them were tens of thousands of devout believers.
This kind of operation, where a quarter of one's annual income is lost, makes even faith unattainable.
What will happen to them if this continues?
Is there any point in the existence of a religious sect without believers?
But when they met Mosidov's cold gaze, they dared not utter a word.
When the other party targets them for revenge, the relationship between the two sides is already beyond repair.
The group eventually got up and left quickly.
After these people left, Mosidov immediately said to Hamman, who was standing beside him with an excited expression, "Immediately organize a team to go to various towns to spread the word."
"From this day forward, agricultural taxes are abolished throughout Persia. Anyone who dares to collect agricultural taxes privately, no matter who they are, shall be hanged."
"Yes, sir."
Hamman stepped forward and bowed respectfully, then returned to the ranks, at which point the people around him erupted in anticipation.
It's finally going to be rolled out on a large scale!