Preach...preach?

Harry Vanderbilt was stunned.

"Scavenger, there is no feud between us, and I don't want to cause trouble."

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to Andrew Miller in the distance: "Did you see that person?"

Of course Harry Vanderbilt knew who it was.

Someone paid a fortune to let Andrew Miller die.

He felt a chill in his heart, knowing that things were getting into trouble.

He said harshly: "I don't understand what you mean."

Zhao Chuanxin jumped on a table: "Gentlemen, please listen to what I have to say. Hey, you don't give the Irish people over there any fucking face, do you?"

The Irish gang he pointed out actually moved a step back collectively.

Everyone was in an uproar.

The power of one finger can be as powerful as a servant.

Seeing that no one dared to make any more noise, Zhao Chuanxin continued: "Gentlemen, I am here to preach today and announce something at the same time.

The man over there is named Andrew Miller.

He is a priest, a priest of the Chamber Pot Cult.

Did you hear that Harry Vanderbilt took money from the Rockefeller family and wanted Father Andrew Miller's life?"

The crowd was in uproar again.

Not everyone knows the secret.

Zhao Chuanxin made it clear directly.

Don't do anything secretly, he just wants to ruin Rockefeller's reputation first.

But what the hell is the Chamber Pot Cult?

He continued: "Everyone knows about the Rockefeller family.

They suppress their opponents and make money through violence and brutality.

Even for charity, the poor are unwilling to accept their bloody dirty money.

These stupid capitalists!

Do you think capitalists are hateful or not?"

No one answered, it was a bit cold.

Zhao Chuanxin is the least afraid of this and is the best at solving it.

He first looked at the black man selling cigarettes, illustrated magazines and pimping.

The black man was shocked by what he saw and quickly raised his hands: "Damn! Capitalists are the most detestable."

Therefore, some people who have been persecuted by capitalists clamored in agreement.

Isn’t that how the atmosphere is ignited?

Zhao Chuanxian continued: "The Rockefeller family wanted to buy a piece of land in Kurdex to build an oil pipeline. However, the land was purchased by a group of cowboys for grazing. These kind-hearted cowboys naively thought that their labor could be rewarded. However, the Rockefeller family

But he raised the butcher knife..."

Zhao Chuanxin added fuel to the fire, tried his best to brag, and made up the story.

The main theme is the hard work, kindness and innocence of the cowboys, and the brutality, brutality and greed of the Rockefellers.

Most of those who can go to jail are at the bottom of society.

No matter whether it is against the law or not, it definitely feels more like a bond with those cowboys.

As Zhao Chuanxin narrated, some people spontaneously followed and started making noises.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at Andrew Miller again: "This priest of the Chamber Pot God wanted to expose the ugly face of the Rockefeller family, but he was framed by them, imprisoned, and wanted to kill someone to silence him. And Harry Vanderbilt,

The leader of the Italian Brotherhood received Rockefeller's dirty money and sent people to assassinate Father Andrew Miller. Fortunately, the God of Chamber Pots appeared and made the murderer commit suicide..."

No wonder the assassin committed suicide!

It turned out to be the God of Chamber Pots?

You have to say you don’t believe it, but the embarrassing incident happened just recently. Even some police detectives who specially came to investigate said it was not Andrew Miller’s fault.

There was no other person in that room, it must have been the work of ghosts and gods!

I have to believe it, I have never heard of the Chamber Pot Cult.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that they were doubtful, so he made another plan.

He pointed at Harry Vanderbilt and said: "This leader of the Italian Brotherhood is a very bad person. Now, we invite Father Andrew Miller of our Chamber Pot God to come over and pray for him and ask the Chamber Pot God to come down.

Punishment."

Andrew Miller was confused.

How is he a priest?

He has never been to church even though he has been growing up.

Otherwise, his life would not have turned out like this.

"Sir, I..."

Zhao Chuanxin jumped off the table and said angrily: "What are you? Since you have the ability to communicate with gods, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. Now, go up here and pray."

"But..."

"But what?" Zhao Chuanxin lowered his voice and said, "You just make it up randomly. You can't tell whether Harry Vanderbilt will be punished tomorrow."

After saying that, he took Andrew Miller's arm and pushed him onto the table with a strong force.

Andrew Miller looked at the dark crowd of prisoners around him, as helpless as a primary school student giving a speech.

In a flash of lightning, he sorted out the beliefs in his mind.

He found that he didn't believe anything.

No, I have believed in some things recently, all related to Zhao Chuanxin.

His idol is Zhao Chuanxin!

Thinking about what Zhao Chuanxin did, there is really no taboo.

Therefore, he drew a bit of strength from Zhao Chuanxin.

Combining some of the inscrutable conversations he had heard between master and apprentice Zhao Chuanxin, he quickly made up some stories.

"Hundreds of millions of years ago, the God of Chamber Pots created the universe and a group of planets, including the dry and lifeless Earth. Photons were placed along the way by the God of Chamber Pots and appropriately red-shifted. The God of Chamber Pots took great pains to decorate the earth...

…”

Originally, Zhao Chuanxin thought that he would pray nonsense like an orthodox sect, but he didn't expect that this guy would actually tell a story.

And he said it in a decent way.

What a fucking talent!

From the creation of the world hundreds of millions of years ago, to the later fabricated creatures, and the emergence of human beings... we will slowly talk about it until today.

In fact, it cannot be separated from the shadow of the Bible, but the scientific judgments in it are more convincing than the Bible.

This thing was stumbling at first, but it became smoother as it progressed.

Although it sounds more like a synopsis than the story itself.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the time and had to interrupt Andrew Miller who was in the middle of a conversation: "Okay, I'll talk about the rest of the Chamber Pot Scripture tomorrow. Today I'll pray first so that this bitch Harry Vanderbilt will be punished by the Chamber Pot."

God’s punishment.”

Andrew Miller said, "Well, gentlemen, as we all know, Harry Vanderbilt ran illegal casinos and smuggled alcohol, and squeezed the hard-earned money of the people at the bottom. His life was undoubtedly

It is sinful. The God of Chamber Pots has already given him a destiny, but he insists on provoking the gods and wants to persecute the servant of the God of Chamber Pots, that is, me. I ask the God of Chamber Pots to punish him tomorrow.

Before dawn, let Harry Vanderbilt die suddenly in his cell. Praise the God of Chamber Pots..."

Harry Vanderbilt wanted to laugh.

He believed that his men were murdered.

But the cell he was in was different. They were all his own men, so he didn't have to worry about being assassinated.

Forget it, that scavenger is a ruthless person, so don’t argue with him and let them have their fun.

After praying, Andrew Miller jumped off the table.

He smiled and said: "Sir, I didn't expect that being a priest would feel so wonderful."

Zhao Chuanxin blinked: "You performed better than I thought. After you go back, you should perfect the story of the Chamber Pot God Cult. Oh no, it's the Chamber Pot Sutra."

"But, sir, I heard from you and your apprentice that many of my things are almost used up."
To be continued...