Zombies: Cultivating Immortality at Maoshan, Becoming Stronger by Doing Nothing

Chapter 384

"The mayor has donated 500 silver dollars! May the glory of the Lord accompany him!"

At that moment, the bald missionary shouted excitedly!

"boom!!!!"

The entire square erupted in cheers.

The donation of a full five hundred dollars instantly shocked everyone present.

"I'm coming too!!"

"And I!!"

"I'll donate thirty silver dollars!!"

Instantly, the wealthy merchants and those with a little money rushed to take out their money and lined up to put it into the donation box.

Even those laborers who only earned a dozen or twenty silver dollars a year gritted their teeth and put three or four silver dollars into the donation box.

Father Wu couldn't help but smile when he saw that at least 30% of the people had started donating to the cause.

"Father, I don't have much money. This is the money I asked for for breakfast this morning!"

Just then, a beggar shakily approached the donation box and threw several large coins into it!

"You stinking beggar, you dare to take out just two coins? Get out of here."

Upon seeing this scene, a wealthy businessman standing nearby couldn't help but let out a cold snort!

He was about to kick the beggar when he said that.

"Hey, hey, don't do it! Don't do it!"

Father Wu quickly came out and stopped the other party.

"No matter how much or how little, as long as your heart is sincere, the Lord will surely bless you!"

This church member was able to use his own breakfast money; his kindness already surpasses that of many others!

Father Wu excitedly helped the beggar up, then looked at everyone present with a compassionate expression.

His words drew even more attention from those who were already fond of him because of the invisible aura emanating from him.

You should know that if they go to a temple and don't buy a single stick of incense, they will be ridiculed by the monks.

Here now, even if you only offer two or three large coins, you'll receive such treatment!

Instantly, even those who hadn't originally intended to donate, upon seeing this scene, took out a few coins or dollars and tossed them into the donation box.

Seeing so many people start donating like crazy just because of one sentence from me.

Father Wu and the group of missionaries smiled slightly.

These people don't understand that even a small mosquito is still meat.

These wealthy businessmen offered a lot of money, at least dozens or even hundreds of silver dollars per person.

But even if you add them all up, it's only a little over a thousand.

However, the money donated by these nearly one thousand ordinary people adds up to at least four or five thousand silver dollars!

Of course, the wealthy businessman's money will be returned in full after the transaction is completed.

As for the money of ordinary people, it was split 30/70.

Some might ask, how come it's only 70%? After all, Father Wu and his group did most of the work; these wealthy businessmen were just leading the charge!

However, in reality, 70% of it still belongs to wealthy businessmen!

Without their consent, it would be virtually impossible for any church to open.

After all, this is still the territory of the Celestial Empire.

Finally, as more and more people gathered around, the large donation box quickly filled up, but it was soon replaced with a new one.

As the number of people grew, by the time the event was almost over, all four donation boxes were already full!

The total amount of silver dollars harvested amounted to more than nine thousand.

Looking at these boxes, the wealthy businessmen who were leading the group all had a slight smile on their faces.

With so much money, each of them could get several hundred.

That's almost equivalent to half a year's income for them.

Father Wu and his colleagues at the church also received two or three thousand.

That much money is enough for the church to operate for more than a decade.

Moreover, during this period, the merits accumulated gradually will naturally amount to a great deal.

"Dad, look at my method! Aren't Western churches much more sophisticated at making money?"

In the corner, a young man named David, dressed in a suit and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, smiled broadly at his father, the town mayor.