Chapter 24 Warwick
"Hahaha!" As soon as Richard finished speaking, the boss Bob and the guests around him couldn't help but burst into laughter, "Oh! My God! A loom from five thousand years ago! Was it created by the pharaoh of ancient Egypt! Hahaha!"
"Richard! Do you want to listen to what you are saying!" Bob poured some water into Levi's cup and said sarcastically, "You are a teacher, don't you even know when the loom was invented?"
"Richard, we all know that your grandfather was once a historian affiliated with the church, but you can't take the things recorded in theology seriously!" A sturdy old man stood up and patted Richard on the shoulder, and left after a word of advice.
Richard has faced too many ridicules in his life, so he didn't even have the slightest fluctuation in his heart for the booing of the crowd, just quietly waiting for everyone to calm down.
"Boss, please give Mr. Richard a beer." Levi admired Richard's mentality very much.
"Thank you, Mr. Police Officer!" Richard didn't refuse, and took a sip of the wine glass.
"Mr. Richard, they just said that your grandfather was a historian?"
"Yes, although he was affiliated with the church and his records were mostly related to the church, he always remembered the ethics of a historian and would never make up stories." Richard nodded, and his words showed great admiration for his grandfather.
"So based on the few words your grandfather left in the book, you obstructed the construction of the textile factory in various ways, saying that it would disturb the souls in the graves. Have you ever thought about the thousands of workers who need to support their families?" Bob sneered, which was also the main reason why Richard had a bad relationship with the residents of the town.
"Can you tell me more about the grave on the top of the mountain?" Hearing Levi's request, Richard and Bob were not too surprised, just thinking that the young police officer was listening to these rumors as stories.
"As you wish!" Seeing that someone was willing to listen, Richard's face suddenly showed a trace of joy, "The messenger of the Weaving Church fled here more than a hundred years ago, but was eventually killed by the enemy. His body was collected by a missionary, and a stone tomb was built for him on the mountain!"
"According to the records of the missionary, the messenger is not an ordinary mortal. He has magical powers in his body. Although he is dead, his soul will not return to the netherworld. If he is disturbed by mortals, it may lead to serious consequences!" Richard was silent for a while, "The preacher is my grandfather!"
"The reason why those cleaners disappeared before must be because they disturbed the soul of the messenger!" Richard said, taking out a god tablet from his collar and placing it on his forehead.
Levi turned his head and saw that there was a symbol like "4" engraved on the god tablet. Levi immediately knew that Richard believed in Olympus, because his dead teammate James believed in this church.
Olympus is an ancient religion with a history of thousands of years. Its history is much longer than that of Christ, God, and God. It can even be said to be the oldest church in the world.
As religion developed, monotheism became the mainstream. This church that believed in Zeus and a group of Olympian gods seemed very different and was even regarded as a heresy by some extreme churches.
It directly changed from the largest church to a sect with very few believers!
After hearing Richard's guess, Levi was slightly relieved. He did not doubt the existence of the so-called dead. After all, just yesterday, he cleared a "ghost" through the faceless mask.
Levi even expected the trouble this time to be the so-called dead soul! Because the dead ghost is just a spiritual body after all. As long as he wears a mask, he will be fearless!
"Mr. Police Officer, my grandfather told me before he died that we must be in awe of things beyond our understanding!" Richard stood up, "Also, thank you for the beer!"
"Mr. Police Officer, you just listen to Richard's words. Where are the ghosts in this world! He is a weird person. I think he may be too old and has hypochondria!" Bob put away the wine glass on the table and shrugged at Levi.
Levi nodded, got up and walked back to the car, and drove directly up the mountain. Although he didn't get any useful information, Levi was curious about the grave.
The road leading to the textile factory is an upward slope around the mountain, and no one has maintained it for decades. The road condition is very bad, and the road is full of large and small potholes.
From a distance, I saw the very dilapidated textile factory on the top of the mountain. The textile factory is long and has a huge production area. The front looks like an old church. A circle of iron fences surrounds the textile factory. The fences are covered with vines, which adds a gloomy feeling.
Three cars have been parked on the platform in front of the textile factory. Levi parked the car in front of the textile factory. Someone in the dilapidated guardhouse heard the movement and stuck his head out to watch.
"Hello, officer! What can I do for you?" When seeing Levi getting off the car, two strong young men came out of the guardhouse with gun bags on their backs. Although they were polite to Levi, they did not mean to open the door of the textile factory.
"I'm entrusted by Mr. Peters to help Mr. Warwick solve some problems." Levi took out a document bag from the car and handed it to the other party. Inside was a letter of authorization with Buckman's seal.
After hearing Levi's words, several people came out of the gatehouse. The leader was a middle-aged man in a white shirt and a sturdy figure. After confirming the authenticity of the document, a look of joy appeared on his face, "I am Warwick."
When Levi saw Warwick, he was a little surprised. After all, the other party was a billionaire, and he would personally deal with the mess of the textile factory.
Even if the textile factory could not be put into use, it should be just a little trouble for Warwick, not a serious injury at all!
Warwick had no words to say. As a standard second-generation rich man, Warwick was proficient in eating, drinking, whoring and gambling. If it weren't for his father's training of many talents and Peters's secret help and support, the Gate Textile Factory would have been shut down by him long ago!
And just a week ago, Warwick went to Las Vegas for a big gamble. I don't know if it was bad luck or someone set up a game. He lost 300 million US dollars in chips in the middle of the night!
Of course, Warwick didn't have so much cash on him, but he was so angry that he was persuaded by his female companion to pledge the huge sum of money to the casino with the equity of Gate Textile Factory as the token, and he had to pay it back with interest within one month.
Afterwards, Warwick, who was sober, knew that he had caused a big trouble!
The reason why he could enjoy a life of debauchery was because of the equity in his hands. If he lost these equity, he would become a pauper!
Although the Gate Textile Factory was large in scale, Warwick's annual dividends were almost squandered by him, so he couldn't take out 300 million in cash in a short time. If he wanted to find a bank loan, he couldn't explain to other shareholders, because in the eyes of the shareholders, the Gate Textile Factory was operating well and there was no need to borrow money.
But Warwick was not a drunkard, and soon came up with a new idea, which was to falsely expand the scale of the Gate Textile Factory, and then obtain a large operating loan from the bank, and embezzle most of the loan to repay gambling debts!
So he carefully selected the surroundings and finally chose the Tomb Textile Factory. The price was so cheap that it was like picking it up for free. The scale was large enough, and there was no problem with the main body of the textile factory. It could be operated after cleaning!
He had already arranged everything in the bank, and was just waiting for the textile factory bought at a low price to start operating. At that time, the credit manager would just come to go through the formalities!
All the plans went smoothly, but the place where there should be no problems the most, had a big trouble!
Therefore, when I received Buckman's reply last night and learned that the other party had found him a warrior who was said to be very powerful, the stone in my heart finally fell, which was also the reason why Warwick was so concerned.