Fabio hurriedly walked on the street, and he felt that his luck was terrible recently. He was originally a child from a farm near Rome, Italy, but when he was young, he thought he had a fate with God, so he took him away from his parents.

During that time, Fabio was very lucky. He followed the priest to his diocese and grew up slowly. Then as the priest continued to be promoted, his status continued to increase. Until the priest was finally promoted to cardinal, Fabio also became a bishop to manage the assets of the Holy See.

This is actually a bad thing. As we all know, the financial income of the Vatican mainly relies on tourism, rental of real estate, bank interest on special property payments, Vatican bank profits, tributes given to the Pope, and donations from believers. The Vatican has tens of billions of dollars in North America and many European countries. Its capital penetrates many economic sectors in Italy, especially bank credit and real estate systems. The real estate alone reaches more than 460,000 hectares. Gold and foreign exchange reserves reach more than 10 billion US dollars. Therefore, the so-called management of the Vatican property is a job that each senior faculty rewards subordinates.

During this period, Fabio lived no different from those secular rich people. It was the best life he had in his life. However, the good times did not last long. Since the mid-1970s, with several economic crises in the West, the assets of the Holy See also faced serious difficulties. The Holy See borers like Fabio were also prominent and were cut off in large quantities. Fortunately, the big man Fabio relied on was powerful enough. At the same time, Fabio competently embezzled a lot for him when managing his assets. So Fabio was finally protected, but was transferred to the Vatican Museum to be a warehouse manager.

As the Australian economy continues to decline, the financial crisis finally affects everyone. Although the monthly salary of a supervisor like him can be paid in full, it is also mixed with a large amount of self-cast money in the Holy See. It would be good if the ordinary priests under him can pay half of the salary.

However, there is an old Chinese saying that it is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. Fabio, who was used to enjoying before, could not fully adapt to such a life. Therefore, from time to time, he would secretly go to the city of Rome to seek a night's happiness, but the women he looked for were from young girls to young girls to middle-aged women now. In this way, he had to use some of the Vatican's scrap coins from time to time to get through.

Today, I just added a little more waste coins when I paid, and the damn prostitute grabbed him and refused to give in. It was so rude. Just at the Vatican's feet, can't she maintain a trace of respect for the clergy?

He hurried into the Vatican, ignored the guard's salute and went straight to his own room. On the bookshelf of the room he took out a thick Bible, gritted his teeth and opened it, and took out a few euros from it.

Looking at the thin stack of banknotes in the Bible, Fabio sighed. The Holy See, which once ruled the entire Western world, has fallen to this point. Why don’t modern people know the importance of faith? Only by giving out all the property of the whole family can you show piety and have the opportunity to go to heaven after the end of the world. I hope that there will be a devil on earth. It is best to create a few more tragedies, so that your wallet will be more abundant.

While thinking about blasphemy, Fabio continued to hurriedly walk towards the brothel before. He had to redeem his documents. If he was discovered by the Holy See, he would most likely lose his job. This little income would be gone. He grew up in the church since he was a child and would not have anything. Fabio really didn't know if he would starve to death if he really lost this job.

Back in the narrow alley, Fabio whispered to the security guard at the door, "Call Sally out and say someone has sent money."

The tall and strong man glanced at him with contempt, turned around and walked in. These people were very realistic. As long as people who could not pay the prostitution in time would not get any good looks from them.

After a while, the big man walked out, but no one followed behind him. Fabio's puzzled expression, he made a look of seeing the precious animals and said to him, "She is very busy. Go up and find her by yourself. You should still remember the room."

He looked at the security guard in confusion. Fabio decided to go up. First, his ID must be redeemed, and second, this brothel is located in the city center, which is quite formal, so there should be no kidnapping cases.

Looking at his back, the man said to the security guard next to him, "It seems that this old guy is in time to operate."

"how?"

"Sally had a generous old man who asked me to call him up, and just tipped me to give me a 500 euro bill."

"Aren't you afraid of something happening?"

"Come on, that old man is only alone, his head is not as thick as your arms, what can happen? Besides, can a rich man kidnap a poor priest?"

"That's right, but you've got so much tips and invited me to a bar after work."

"no problem."

Fabio pushed open Sally's door and saw Pile sitting on the sofa at a glance. He looked around the small room with caution. There was no one else except the old man and Sally.

"Please come in, Mr. Fabio, or should I call you Bishop? There are no outsiders here, I just want to talk to you." As he said, Biley placed the Fabio certificate in his hand on the coffee table next to him.

Fabio looked at the ID on the table, and just now he revealed his identity. He knew that he could not have walked away casually. He walked in, swallowed his saliva and asked, "What's the matter with me, sir."

Sally walked out with tactfulness and took the door. Fabio saw a large handful of banknotes in her hand, all of which were 500 euros per denomination. It seemed that this was a rich man, and he didn't know what he had to do with him.

"It's like that, Mr. Fabio, you can see that you're a little tight on your hands lately."

"Oh, this is only temporary. I have spent a lot these days." Fabio wiped his sweat. It seemed that the other party had planned it for a long time when he knew his affairs so well. Unfortunately, he didn't know that Pile was just a temporary idea, but with a top hacker as his backing, Fabio's past had been searched for as soon as possible.

"Haha, nothing, by the way, Mr. Fabio, I have a very pious attitude towards the Catholic Church, like I want to donate a sum of money, and I don't know what procedures to go."

"Oh, there is a dedicated fundraising department in the Vatican, and I can take you there."

“What if I just want to donate to you?”

Fabio swallowed again, "You...what do you mean."

"To be honest, Mr. Fabio, you have also seen that I am a stubborn old man. Although I look very healthy, I can't say when I will go to God and him at this age. I heard that if I carry a real holy weapon with me with me, I have a great chance of ascension to heaven. I wonder if there is any such statement?"
Chapter completed!