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Will he teach us?
The aide was stunned for a moment, exchanged glances with his colleague, and then asked, "Does he have any negative impact?"
"I've already said it, look at yourselves."
"So, what can he give?"
"You'll know later." The sturdy man crossed his arms over his chest and glanced at everyone present. "Any other questions?"
The sturdy man's tone was not harsh, and his face was kind, but for some reason everyone felt as if a heavy burden had been placed on their shoulders, and they all closed their mouths and shook their heads.
"Then see you on the 17th." After saying that, the sturdy man disappeared on the spot.
The inexplicable pressure disappeared, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. After they relaxed, the staff suggested to the president: "This is an opportunity, Mr. President!"
"Ah? What?" He seemed to be a beat slow to come back to his senses, his expression still confused.
"The statue!" The staff member was excited, "According to what Neo said, the statue is not only owned by Russia, but also by China.
Our idol will appear first, and they are not sure for the time being, but even if it happens tomorrow, in the afternoon, or in the next second, it is an advantage for us!
I propose that we immediately mobilize a construction team to build a road leading to the top of the mountain so that worshippers can go up the mountain.
In addition, publicity work must also be carried out immediately! "
After a series of words, he took a breath and emphasized, “Hurry up!
We are already far behind in terms of contact with the extraordinary. The statue is our only chance to catch up, but it will be fleeting!"
The president seemed to understand the importance of the matter and immediately called his secretary to sign the document.
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Zhang Mu activated his transformation technique and turned into an ordinary middle-aged Russian man, walking slowly on the streets of Moscow.
After walking for a while, we came to a pedestrian street.
On a huge screen on the outer wall of a commercial building in the middle of the street, a host explained everything about the statue and the official plan to build a winding staircase to make it easier for people to visit.
Zhang Mu stood on the sidewalk, looking up at the screen: "It's pretty fast."
The pedestrians around him followed his movements, so that the noisy pedestrian street was silent. As the first round of the news finished and the second round of the loop began, the quiet pedestrian street finally became noisy again, or even worse.
People talk about it enthusiastically with friends and family.
They had no doubt that there was some conspiracy behind this news that violated modern common sense. Zhang Mu was very happy that he didn't have to work hard to dispel the public's suspicion.
As for why this is the case, it is obviously due to the extraordinary methods that Zhang Mu has demonstrated many times.
Even flying to outer space has happened, so a statue of a god is nothing.
They did think it was not unusual to have a statue that gave soldiers greater strength.
Through the discussions among the people around him, Zhang Mu came to the conclusion that these people did not associate the word "God" with anything at all. They thought that the "statue of God" was simply a name that granted power or something, probably some kind of extraordinary means, such as a potion that restored the queen's youth.
“It’s not good or bad.” Zhang Mu put his hands in his pockets and muttered, “I wonder if this mentality will lead to a decrease in the number of believers.
Hmm...it will become clear after the first group of people have paid their respects."
He walked into the alley next to him, activated the shadow technique, and flew towards Amei's factory.
He planned to design entrance number 17 and the way in to be more ornate.
It's not impossible to enter directly from the wine barrel, but the style is a bit simple.
Flying back to the factory, Zhang Mu used his magic power to blow away the dust accumulated on the ground and machinery and equipment, then sat on a wooden chair by the wall and lowered his head to think.
The number of light gates in the "world" has reached the limit of my control. If I open one more, the barrel door will have to be closed.
Let's put the new entrance... above Moscow.
Open the door a little wider and a whole flying train can pull people in.
There were some spare parts left over from building the Hogwarts train, which came in handy.
After sorting out the clues, Zhang Mu got up and started working.
Because a lot of "puppets" were needed, after all, the train had to be staffed with crew members, and the style of the train had to be significantly different from that of Hogwarts, Zhang Mu was busy for more than ten days before he finished his work.
After taking all the parts into the "world" and assembling them, Zhang Mu jumped off the train and raised his hand to wipe the non-existent sweat from his forehead.
"Done." After putting the wrench into the inventory, Zhang Mu opened the light gate and walked in.
"It's been almost half a month. I guess they are getting impatient."
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In the open space outside the temporary meeting room, five freshmen were sitting in a row, basking in the sunshine.
The winter sun was exceptionally warm, but it did not warm up the five people's moods at all.
The girl sat on the far left, her face wrinkled. "Strange, didn't the examiner say that the car to pick us up would come after we said goodbye to our relatives?"
After more than half a month of getting along, the five people have become familiar with each other. The young woman in the middle teased her without hesitation: "You must be crazy with anxiety. When did the examiner say that?
He said that we should gather here after seeing our relatives and wait for the bus on the 17th to pick us up."
"Is it different?" The girl was a little confused.
Farid looked helpless: "You should ask where it is."
The one on the far right is a middle-aged man with a beard, a simple and friendly personality.
Seeing that everyone was not interested, he started a new topic to try to ease the tension: "What will the car number 17 look like?"
"A car is just a car." The girl bent over, pressed her elbows against her knees, and rested her chin on her palms. "It's just the difference between a horse-drawn carriage and a car."
"That's extraordinary." The Russian man who had just passed the test opened his hands and said in an exaggerated tone, "It can't be simple no matter how you think about it."
"That's right." The girl replied politely, but she obviously didn't care about it and changed the subject, "Yesterday I saw a lot of videos of people going to the snow mountains to worship gods together."
"Oh right." She straightened up suddenly, staring at the Russian man and said, "The place where you and Disaster were chasing each other is around there, right?
Any findings?"
He shrugged. "At that time, my attention was focused on the disaster. How could I possibly notice a statue appearing on a mountaintop a few kilometers away?"
Farid was very interested in this and took the initiative to join the discussion: "I have seen the three-dimensional map of that mountain in the president's office, and the terrain is very steep.
Not to mention ordinary people, even a professional mountaineering team with sophisticated equipment cannot guarantee a safe climb to the summit, so how can people who go there to worship gods get there?"
The girl took out her phone, swiped her thumb across the screen a few times, and then turned to face the crowd: "Look, they are worshipping at the foot of the mountain."
The four of them turned their heads to look at their phones. After a while, Farid couldn't hold back and almost laughed out loud: "Will this work?"
The four of them did not answer this question, but he already had the answer in his mind - it would never work.
After hearing about the statue, Farid found the president and asked him about the details. Therefore, he knew very well what the necessary condition for receiving the gift was - piety.
Putting aside the question of whether overly delusional wishes will be fulfilled or whether the gods will punish the greedy, the act of kneeling at the foot of the mountain alone has nothing to do with piety.
The Russian man looked at the people kneeling on the screen and asked: "What are they praying for?"
"It seems like everyone wants to become extraordinary." The girl has watched many similar videos and is more familiar with the specific situation.
The young woman pouted: "If it's so easy to become extraordinary, why would we go through life-and-death crises?"
The middle-aged man asked curiously: "Among these people... there should be people with rich financial conditions. Wouldn't they consider flying a helicopter to the top of the mountain?"
The girl took back her phone and sighed, "I don't care about that. I just want to know number 17——"
"Woo——"
The huge noise echoed throughout the city, not only arousing the curiosity of the citizens, but also interrupting the girl's complaints.
"what sound?"
Farid quickly stood up and walked towards the president's temporary office. "It sounds like... a steam train whistle. Let me ask the president what happened."
“A whistle sound?
Is there a railway track nearby...?"
Halfway through their conversation, everyone was suddenly enveloped by a shadow cast by the sky.
The light in front of them dimmed and they instinctively looked up.
The girl was stunned for a while until she was awakened by the sound of the whistle again. She finally uttered the two words that had been suppressed in her heart: "I'm going..."
Chapter 373: Searching for the Mountain
The shadow cast by the train covered the buildings on the ground, and the sound of the whistle echoed throughout the city.
There was no official announcement of a total solar eclipse today. Shop owners on the street walked out of their doors in confusion, while those living in high-rise buildings stuck their heads out of the balcony windows and looked up at the sky together.
There was no obstruction in the sky, and they could clearly see the source of the whistle. They then wondered if they had gotten up too quickly in the morning and were hallucinating.
"So, I saw a train running in the sky?" the girl murmured.
Farid was the first to calm down: "This should be the car that picks up the new students on the 17th."
"Uh..." The middle-aged man didn't know what to say. He stammered for a long time before speaking, "I expected that the car number 17 would be extraordinary, but this one is still..."
It was obvious that several people felt the same way. They nodded silently and looked at the train coming towards them from the sky.
There is no doubt that Train No. 17 has been around for a very long time, but the train's design is not retro. Its overall appearance is similar to the latest models of Russian trains, and it does not look shabby at all. The paint on the body is smooth and clean, reflecting golden light in the sun.
What’s strange is that the entire train only has a locomotive and one carriage, which is confusing. What if there are too many students and not enough seats?
Do we have to pick you up in two batches?
Fortunately, the confusion will soon be solved, as it is about to reach the sky.
"Woo——"
As the train approached right above the crowd, the whistle blew and the speed was reduced, but the altitude did not decrease.
Seeing it stop moving steadily above their heads, the young woman asked in surprise, "Didn't it come to pick us up?
How can we go up if it doesn’t come down?”
"Don't worry." The president rushed over after hearing the news and said confidently, "The helicopter is ready, you..."
As he was speaking, a beam of light suddenly shot out from the bottom of the front of the car, covering the five people standing together.
The president seemed to be thinking about something, and was about to give them some instructions. However, before he could open his mouth, several people disappeared from the spot.