The last two metal cabinets of the car were pushed out.
100 million dollars
400 million yuan can rebuild a big temple.
"Imam, do you think it’s enough?" From beginning to end, Chen Yi always performed for the imam.
Without the religious sensitive flag, the Chen family would not be affected. Without the boat, worrying about things would solve most of them.
If Yu Qian doesn’t know enough, let them keep it for a while. If they know enough, it’s a loss.
Although used to the storm, the old imam’s heart trembled
He doesn’t want the money, he is afraid of it.
Money talks!
He doesn’t care about 10 thousand 10 thousand. He can’t lose his congregation because of it
35 thousand, he will strengthen his belief and safeguard the dignity of the big temple
But 100 million dollars can destroy the dignity of the big temple, and it will make believers abandon the temple and make it decline.
Religion is powerful, but money is more powerful.
Ten thousand dollars can kill a believer.
Ten thousand dollars can buy a believer.
Ten thousand dollars can sell Christians to the devil.
100 million dollars can destroy a temple.
100 million dollars can buy a temple.
100 million dollars can build a temple into hell.
100 million dollars can destroy a religion
A trillion dollars can buy a religion.
One trillion dollars can transform religion into a cult.
The United States is practicing the next steps of practitioners.
Chen Yi introduced the previous part to the imam.
"I still have three cars here."
A searchlight moved behind Chen Yi and three black leather cars of the same kind could be seen.
Chen Yi said slowly, "Imam, the three of them are Arabs. They have committed serious crimes. They kidnapped my sister just six hours ago. I don’t ask for punishment. I beg them to let my sister go. I promise to stay."
This is obviously a comfortable step.
But those three cars are actually cars.
Citibank’s vault doesn’t have that many 2-dollar bills.
After a long silence, the second imam suddenly said, "No, we can’t lose money."
He tried to make the old imam resist.
In this way, when things are over, he can get rid of the old imam and sit on the old imam’s throne.
Emil also stammered in Chinese, "I am a devout believer and I am …"
"Can you make the congregation come to worship, the temple can’t be closed, and the imams can’t get paid?" The old imam asked gently.
Two imam smile two silent.
The "Amir" old imam stopped wanting to go Arab Humanism. "Can you keep it if you buy your life for 100 million yuan?"
Emil’s Adam’s apple wriggled and said, "I have hostages."
Even he has no confidence.
"Look, what if they rush in?" The more you listen to the imam, the stronger it becomes.
There are policemen, soldiers, bodyguards in black suits and mercenaries in desert pants.
Emil struggled. "I know that China and others dare not enter the temple and I have hostages …"
"Children just don’t want to enter …" Imam pondered the words. "I’m going to let them come."