Opening an office in Taila

Chapter 267 Factory

"Are you very popular in the Deep Sea Church?" Song Yufeng asked Lilina as they walked down the street.

"Why do you ask that? Isn't this normal? I'm their leader," Lilina asked, puzzled.

"Oh, no, I mean, in your personal life, do you have many suitors?"

"Ah, if that's the case, then yes, I have many suitors, including the two I just chased away," Lilina said with a smile.

Sure enough, no wonder their eyes were so hostile.

But if she knows this, wouldn't she be creating more enemies for no reason?

Or is she just too naive and didn't think of this aspect?

"Why did you suddenly bring this up? Ah! I know! I read about it in a book before! You're not pursuing me, are you?!" Lilina exclaimed in surprise, then began to mutter, "The book said that in this situation, you should... you should do what... oh right, you should first look at what the other person looks like..."

"What books are you reading?" Song Yufeng interrupted, "Don't worry, I didn't mean anything by it, I was just asking out of curiosity."

Maybe this guy really is just naive.

Let's try to probe more often when we have the chance.

"Sigh, why do I feel a little disappointed for some reason?" Lilina was a little confused; this was the first time she had ever felt rejected.

"What's there to be disappointed about? By the way, where are we going?"

"Hmm? Oh! We're going to... Let me see. There's a community in downtown Little Hill County that we've already investigated. It seems to be mostly elderly people. You know, when it comes to missionary work, the elderly generally have a higher success rate."

Hmm... This is such a familiar tactic, they start by targeting the elderly... If this were in my past life, Lilina would already be wearing rose gold handcuffs by now.

However, her goal is to resurrect the gods in the deep sea, so Song Yufeng definitely cannot let her succeed and must stop her progress to some extent.

Half an hour later...

"Be religious? Get lost! Be religious? Do you think I'd be religious with you?" an old man said angrily.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Get out of here, and don't let me see you again!" With that, the old man slammed the door shut.

Song Yufeng felt a little embarrassed. This was already the sixth company he had tried, but he had been rejected every time.

"Why is this happening? Older people should be able to convert easily, right? I was quite popular in those communities before, it was so easy, why is it like this in this community?" Lilina was also a bit discouraged, she sighed as she leaned against the wall.

"So, this is the first time?" Song Yufeng asked.

“Well, this is the first time I’ve encountered this situation, but even if you’re not religious, you can’t be this rude…” Lilina squatted down. Clearly, those harsh words had upset this girl who had previously had a smooth life.

"Hey, speaking of which, do you personally go on every missionary mission? Where are your men?"

“No, that’s not it. I only go out to preach occasionally, maybe a few dozen times. It’s just less than other church members. This time, they had other things to do and there weren’t enough people, so I had to step in myself again,” Lilina said.

From this perspective, it seems that I don't need to intervene.

Moreover, Lilina's identity also puzzled him. Although she was a leader, Song Yufeng felt a sense of unease. Could it be...?

Song Yufeng thought this, but outwardly he still said, "Perhaps these few households are just a coincidence? With such a large population base, there must be a few troublesome ones. Let's try again, maybe the next one will be easier."

Lilina nodded, then smiled again, and prepared to head to the next store.

Song Yufeng glanced at the factory not far from the community and saw the tired workers who had just finished their shifts. He seemed to have thought of something. He seemed to understand why the people here did not believe in religion, but he was in no hurry to say it. After all, if Song Yufeng said it, wouldn't he be helping the Deep Sea Church?

At the next place, Lilina knocked on the door. A middle-aged man who looked somewhat tired opened it. Lilina immediately smiled and said, "Hello, sir, are you busy this afternoon?"

Song Yufeng glanced inside the room and noticed a stool and a rope hanging high from the roof beam.

No way, is this guy trying to commit suicide?!

Lilina clearly noticed this as well, and she immediately put on an even more friendly and charming smile, then said in a sweet voice, "Would it be convenient for us to chat for a few minutes?"

The middle-aged man glanced at Song Yufeng, then at Lilina, and then smiled faintly.

"Alright, that's fine too. You guys can keep me company and have a chat."

"That's great, let's go, Song Yufeng."

"Hmm." Song Yufeng nodded, while keeping a close eye on the man, worried that he might do something irrational.

The interior was very simple... to put it bluntly, it was practically bare, with virtually no decorations, and it was lifeless. Just being in that room was quite uncomfortable.

"Hey, get out." The man pointed at Song Yufeng and said.

"what?"

“I just want to talk to this little girl… Please, this is my request…” The man looked at Song Yufeng with almost pleading eyes. Song Yufeng glanced at Lilina, who nodded to him. So Song Yufeng turned and left. Before leaving, Song Yufeng saw the photo hanging on the wall.

It was a photo of a man and a little girl.

Is it...

Song Yufeng seemed to have already guessed the person's tragic past.

So he watched from outside as the workers walked out of the factory, exhausted and sighing.

It's really tough.

Song Yufeng sighed. Just then, a phone call came in. Song Yufeng looked at it and saw that it was Tolia.

"Hello? Mr. Song! Shenchi is going to meet with some high-ranking officials soon, and I've spent over a million to host a banquet. Would you like to attend?"

Looking at the scene before him and listening to Toria's words, Song Yufeng couldn't help but feel a little irritated.

"casual."

"Whatever...whatever?! No, no, no! That esteemed person is coming too, you absolutely must come!"

"You can arrange it as you see fit," Song Yufeng said before hanging up the phone.

Looking at his phone's contacts and then at the scene before him, at the workers' dark skin, Song Yufeng felt only helplessness, anger, and sadness.

"That's fucking shady."