The Modern Age of the Mysterious

"Sir, have you learned about Ye Feng and a certain lady's belief?"

The old man had a cautious and reverent expression on his face.

Obviously, he is one of the missionaries trained by the four fire-bearers.

Just now, he quietly observed Sean with his eyes for a while, and carefully identified whether the young gentleman in front of him was a suitable mission target according to the method instructed by the fire-bearer.

They have a set of specific methods for observing potential targets. They can always find those gentlemen and ladies with good intentions. Even if the other party is not interested in what they preach, they will never turn around and report their preaching to the indoctrination officer—

And the old man had obviously sensed Mr. Dickinson's kindness just now, so although he was hesitant to come forward to preach because he sensed the soul that seemed to be too abundant, he had to come over because he was accidentally seen by Sean in advance.

After hearing the old man's question, Sean burst into laughter.

Mission, preached to the founder's head.

This situation made Sean a little amused, but more gratified and excited.

Hopman and the others, is the work going well?

Sean smiled at the kind and spirited old man: "No, sir, I have other things to do.

"However, I believe there will be people who are willing to listen. I wish you a smooth day." Nodding slightly, Sean and Olivia hurriedly left the old man.

The old man was attracted by Sean's bearing and stared at the backs of the two for a long time without looking away.

But Sean, who noticed that the old man was watching, had another sigh in his heart: If the devout missionary were to know that it was Mr. Shawshank Rogers and Mrs. Hershey who passed by in front of him, I wonder what he would be. What's the reaction?

Shaking his head, Sean "kindly" didn't think about it any further, pushed open the door of the newspaper office, and walked in.

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Time soon came to the day when Long Island Bill held a charity banquet for Ms. Tarrow.

It was a sunny day. After the rains in the early spring, the sky was like washed glass.

Everything on Long Island sprouts, and the clouds in the sky are soft and tactful.

It seems that God knows that there is something worth celebrating today, and has prepared a rare scene.

Although they have already had a bad relationship in private, Daisy and Sean, as partners of some of Bill's businesses, still received an invitation to a charity banquet - after all, the face is still to be maintained.

Of course, there is probably another layer to Bill's invitation - if such a major event is ignored by Sean, it may cause Dickinson to suspect that his newspaper office has been polluted. After doing that kind of thing, Bill naturally wanted to show more openness in his heart, as if it had nothing to do with the pollution of the newspaper at all.

Therefore, the invitation letter appeared in front of Sean generously.

Taking into account the complicated situation that may occur at Bill's house that day, Sean did not let Johnny serve as his driver and assistant. He personally drove to the Fog and Rose Hotel, then transferred to Daisy's majestic Benjamin, and drove to Long Island with Daisy, who had not seen each other for a long time.

Daisy is wearing a pearl white dress today and a rather stylish and simple white lady hat on her head.

She is still bright and charming. There will be no more sad shadows in the green pupils. Seeing Sean, there will always be a little more smile in those eyes.

She knew that Sean now had his own newspaper office, and was sincerely happy that he had his own business. On the car to Long Island, she had been enthusiastically asking Sean about the newspaper office.

Obviously, she was very concerned about the negative news a few days ago. She heard that Sean had been perfectly resolved and the negative impact had been minimized. Daisy was obviously relieved.

"I know you can solve it..." Daisy had a bright smile on her face.

Looking at her appearance, Sean suddenly remembered the first time he drove with her to Bill's house.

At that time, he had not yet been able to become an official explorer, and was a stranger who was at a loss in the face of mystery. Arya didn't know where she was yet, and doubts weighed heavily on his head.

At this time, he was completely different. Because of his self-confidence in his own strength, his demeanor is so calm, those unknown mists seem to shy away from him, afraid of being burned by the golden flame.

And Daisy is no longer the one who helped, and now Sean has in turn protected her.

The sound of the band playing came, Sean's attention turned from the inside to the outside, and he looked indifferently in the direction of Bill's mansion not far away, and he saw that the vehicles were already lined up, and the huge banners were hung on the iron with the letter B. Above the door is the words "Tarot Foundation Charity Auction is Banquet".

The car stopped at the end of the line, and the waiter with a small cap quickly ran to Benjamin's car, opened the door, and invited Sean and Daisy out. The old driver with a mustache was in charge of waiting in line for parking arrangements. .

Daisy took Sean's arm and walked towards the gate.

Usually, in such a banquet, Daisy, who was weak in the past, and Sean, who was unknown in the past, did not get much attention.

But the situation is different now. Although the Evening Lighthouse has not been able to squeeze into the 50,000 clubs, the news that it has fought several beautiful battles in succession has been circulated in all walks of life. Everyone wants to meet the young but tough Xiao Xiao. Ann Dickinson.

So, when Sean took Daisy and walked towards the crowd gathered at the door, some people who didn't know each other rushed to greet Sean: "Mr. Dickinson!

"Mr. Dickinson!"

Tie. cigar. White gloves. Pearl necklace. Frequent handshakes. Overly enthusiastic smiley face~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It seems that everyone knows that this young Leonian who is still climbing the hill will be one of the newspaper tycoons competing in New York City in the future.

In addition to the overzealous people, there are also the reporters waiting outside the door.

Obviously, Sean Dickinson, who has challenged the entire newspaper industry and successfully thwarted various challenges recently, is already the fuel for newspaper sales, as he knows from the frequency with which the one-time flashlights around him are lit.

Sean didn't quite enjoy the attention, with a mask-like smile on his face.

At first, Daisy was also a little surprised, but with her gorgeous makeup and calm expression, she still perfectly coped with everything in front of her.

While daring to deal with various conversations, friendships, introductions and greetings, Sean took Daisy and slowly moved towards the door.

In the chaos, a waiter saw them and quickly strode over: "Mr. Dickinson, Miss Daisy... You are special guests and can sign in in advance."

Sean, who seemed to be amnesty, took a breath and smiled apologetically to the guests who were also waiting around him. He followed the waiter through the crowd and came to the inside of the iron gate. Together with Daisy, they wrote their own words on the signature book. Name, became one of the first guests to enter the park.

After entering the garden, Sean saw from a distance that the courtyard in front of the mansion, which was used to lanterns, was much more orderly and elegant today—obviously, the owner of this place also knew that charity banquets should not be too extravagant.

Just as Sean was trying to find his partner among the guests who had already entered the park, he suddenly heard a commotion outside the door:

"She's here! Ms. Tarot is here!"