"So, what you mean is that if the price is right, the thousands of people on the ship will stay on the island, right?"
Sika, the highest official of Comore Island, sat at the dining table and asked Anna carefully.
He was short and had dark skin. If you didn't look carefully, you would think he was a monkey in flowery clothes.
He was so small that even Anna was a head taller than him.
Anna, leaning sideways, smiled and raised the wine glass in her hand towards the skinny man in front of her.
"But it's not just this time. As long as we cooperate well, my global tour ship can make this place part of its route. When the time comes, you will have to rebuild the dock."
Hearing this, Xika could no longer suppress his excitement. If the deal was successful, this route would be a goose that would lay golden eggs! How much foreign exchange could it generate for the island in a year, and how many unemployed people could be reduced on the island
As for the authenticity, the giant cruise ship currently docked at sea has already proved her strength. He imagined that people with such a cruise ship would not have the leisure to play such a joke on him.
"Please rest assured that our island has been operating the tourism industry for many years. We will definitely provide you with the best service. Moreover, I can make a decision right now. All tour groups of Miss Anna will be tax-free!"
For a national leader to say such things for such a small profit is indeed a bit humble.
But only those who live in Comore know how important tourism is to them. It is their only support.
There are thousands of tropical islands suitable for travel, but people all over the world only remember the Maldives and Hawaii, and the number of visitors has continued to decrease recently.
If they don't seize this opportunity, they will probably have to return to primitive society like their ancestors, going out to sea to fish and bartering for goods.
To be honest, he felt bad having to spend all his time managing this bunch of poor people on the island. Compared with his own life, he really envied rich people like Anna.
"I feel Mr. Sika's sincerity, and I will consider it carefully." Anna raised the wine glass over, and after it touched the rim of his glass with a clinking sound, she tilted her head back and drank the blood-red liquid in the glass.
The two talked about this issue for a long time, during which Sika even expressed her desire to personally take Anna to visit all the attractions on the island.
Anna politely declined and said that she would definitely keep the appointment if she had time tomorrow.
Just as Sika left the hotel with satisfaction, the spy that Anna had sent out earlier came back.
"Master Priest, Roy did not do anything unusual. He was really concentrating on helping you check the radio stations, broadcast signal towers, and signal base stations on the island."
Listening to the believer in front of her say this, Anna snorted in her heart. The people sent out in front of her were the core members who had just received the first blessing.
His words were certainly true, but Anna still did not let down her guard against Roy. This was a critical moment and she could not be careless. Any detail could lead to a complete loss.
Facing that unknown organization, she is now very vulnerable. All she can do now is to be careful.
After thinking for a while, Anna raised her head and said to Wang Sheng beside her: "I order in my name that everyone on the ship must act collectively. It is a serious crime for anyone to go to the island alone. I don't want to see anyone using the island's communication facilities."
This kind of thing is only a temporary solution and not a fundamental solution. If there really is a traitor on the ship, it will definitely be impossible to prevent it, but Anna only needs to treat the symptoms for the time being.
No matter whether there are traitors among the people on the ship, these problems will naturally be solved after they are all blessed.
In order to retain the distinguished guests, Sika was very hospitable and sent people to deliver a lot of fresh sea fish. That night, the believers enjoyed a sumptuous dinner.
Everyone enjoys the food. Everyone has joy on their face and enjoys it to the fullest, including Roy.
But even as he was chewing the lobster meat with a look of enjoyment on his face, Roy felt anxious in his heart.
As a highly professional profession, Roy's anti-detection ability is also excellent. He knew immediately when the other party caught up with him, and escaped without taking any action.
But this is not worth being happy about, because it means that no matter how well I disguise myself, that woman still doesn't have a bit of trust in me. In this case, it would be harder than climbing to the sky for me to contact the IMF.
"What should I do? Time is running out. If that woman takes control of the entire island, the population on the island will quickly become fuel for her expansion, and the situation will be irreversible."
He was chewing vigorously while thinking, and suddenly a cigarette arrived in front of Roy. "Want to smoke?"
Roy was stunned. He looked up and found that the man was the old Captain Roger.
"Thank you." Roy swallowed the food in his mouth and reached out to take it.
"Kid, let me ask you something. Your ship has arrived at its destination, so it's time for us crew members to leave, right?"
As he spoke, Roger took out a cigarette with a filter, tore open the filter with his hands, pulled out the yellow tobacco inside, and stuffed it into his pipe.
Roy had no answer to the old crew member's question, he could only force an awkward smile.
"Huh~" White smoke came out of his mouth. "I should have thought of it earlier. Now that we are on the boat, it may be difficult to get off. We are all on the same boat. Don't think I don't know what you are doing on the deck so late at night."
When Roy heard this, he immediately responded according to his character: "Captain, why don't you join us? The great Futan can fulfill all your wishes."
Hearing this, Roger looked carefully at the man in front of him, then he pinched the pipe at his lips with his hand and turned away.
"Just do your job, but you want me to believe in your shitty cult, unless it's in a dream. Humph!"
Watching the captain's receding back, Roy sat down and continued his unfinished dinner. After taking a few bites, he suddenly froze. "Wait, in a dream?"
His eyes lit up as if he had thought of something.
But now Roy did not make any move. He ate silently like the other believers around him.
When everything was over, Roy returned to his residence. He picked up the palm-sized small wooden sculpture on the table and gently stroked it with his hand.
The next day, Anna woke up groggy. She felt something was wrong. She touched her forehead gently with the back of her hand and found that she had a fever.
(End of this chapter)