"Mr. Tony, you are so great that the townspeople will appreciate your generosity."

After flattering, he nodded to his companion and walked into the elevator.

When the elevator is two meters high from the platform, the hands holding the sacks fall down one after another.

The blue coins fall out of the sacks, and the sky is blue.

"Mr. Tony, thank you, Mr. Tony."

"Mr. Tony, you are my God, you are my light."

"Thank you, Mr. Tony, for your generosity."

Finally, when it came to this moment, the townspeople rushed in.

Free things are most attractive, especially when money is free.

Tony's eyes were full of disdain, as if looking at dogs.

"Pariah, a group of pariah, kneel down and lick me, ha ha."

Standing up from his chair, he walked to the edge of the high platform and looked down at the town people crazily picking up money.

"Mr. Tony, my subordinates don't quite understand."

Walking up to Tony's side, the man asked cautiously, "why treat them so well, not only providing free beer and food, but also giving them money now."

"Why is this town called glamour? Isn't it because it's near the crystal?"

Smoking a cigar and squinting his eyes, Tony scoffed: "there are a lot of people killed in mining, but why are they willing to continue mining?"

"Because of the money?" My subordinates don't understand very well.

"Because of hope, fool."

After scolding his subordinates, Tony's mouth curved: "as long as they finish their work, they can take care of their families, even if the salary is lower. At this time, I give them hope, and they have no reason to refuse."

"All men are servile, especially the poor."

"I am God in their eyes, because I give them hope and let them have enough to eat and drink," Tony said jokingly

"Mr. Tony, you are so great."

After understanding this explanation, his subordinates clapped their hands: "charming town, under your governance, will become more and more prosperous."

"With a little bit of money, you can get them to work. It's a good deal."

Sitting back in his chair, Tony waved: "go on to the next link, get into their ideas."

The man took the microphone, patted it, and then yelled, "tell me out loud, who is your God?"

"Mr. Tony, Mr. Tony is our God."

"Our God is Mr. Tony, our God is Mr. Tony."

Contented to find the money, the townspeople raised their hands and yelled.

"As Mr. Tony said, we're going to eat and have fun tonight, and the most important thing is to have fun."

After receiving the response, his staff earnestly induced: "everyone is happy, our God will be happy."

"It's very kind of Mr. Tony. It's really good to think about us like that."

"Mr. Tony is our God. God can do anything."

"To make Mr. Tony happy, we're going to have a good time tonight."

Tut, this kind of brainwashing is no different from MLM.

Lin fan, who observed behind the crowd, was able to see clearly Tony's means.

The most terrible thing is that there is no hope. As long as there is hope, even if it is remote, it will seize it.

"Charming town, I'm afraid it's not a cannibal town."

Curling his mouth, Lin Fan withdrew his eyes, but a familiar figure burst into his eyes.

Dawei?