The plot of "Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic One Always Collapses" is incomplete.

Wen Yubai looked down and saw that Luo Weien had somehow gotten close to him, his fingers pinching a section of his sleeve.

Her icy blue pupils appeared both gentle and captivating, as if they could draw you in at any moment.

Wen Yubai heard him ask:

"Holy Son, shall we return to the Temple together?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Erebus also spoke.

"Holy Son, I have some thoughts I'd like to discuss with you, My Lord, you may return alone first."

Lovin ignored him, not even glancing at Erebus.

His eyes were fixed on Wen Yubai, reflecting Wen Yubai's face.

"What a coincidence, Yu Bai, I also have something I want to tell you."

Do I have to choose one of the two?

Wen Yubai really wanted to choose Erebus and continued discussing the money-burning plan.

But what if the protagonist really has something important to do?

"Erebus, write down your thoughts first, and I'll come back to talk to you later."

After saying that, he pulled down his sleeve, turned to Lloyd, and nodded slightly: "Let's go."

Erebus stood there, his expression unchanged, though his aura suddenly turned colder.

The bearded man watched the two figures disappear into the distance, then looked at Erebus, who remained calm despite being favored by the Holy Son and the God's Chosen.

This world really is all about looks!

-

Wen Yubai and Luo Weien walked side by side in the Temple's Prayer Square.

The sun was about to set, and a gentle breeze was blowing; it was supposed to be a pleasant evening.

If it weren't for the person next to me speaking up.

"They're all begging me to rescind the rule, but I know it's your rule, so I just sent them here to do the work. They can't even endure this little bit of hardship, and they dare to say they love me?"

After he finished speaking, he slightly raised his chin, and the expression on his already overly conspicuous face clearly said:

How was it? I did a good job, right? Praise me!

Wen Yubai: ...

It's better not to mention it, because it makes him angry.

And you're even praising me? Is this really helping me?

Wen Yubai uttered three words expressionlessly:

"Well done."

Upon hearing this, Lovin's smile became even more dazzling.

The face was even more breathtaking in the sunset, the golden light outlining every curve of its contours, like a masterpiece created by the gods.

Lovin closed the distance between them, leaned slightly forward, and his gaze slid from Wen Yubai's lips down to his eyebrows and eyes.

He searched intently for the emotion he wanted to find in those eyes.

Wen Yubai raised his hand and gently pushed him away a little.

"Don't help me next time."

He stated it bluntly, leaving absolutely no room for Lovin's imagination.

"If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

Wen Yubai thought it was something serious, but it turned out to be just this?

He was still trying to figure out how to squeeze more money out of the high priest, which would result in a huge loss, so he had no time to focus on Lovin.

Wen Yubai left without hesitation, leaving Lovin behind.

The wind blew through Lovin's long pink hair, the strands rising and falling gently, making her face appear even more exquisitely beautiful, almost unreal.

The smile that had vanished from those eyes returned after a moment of silence, carrying a deeper and more dangerous gleam.

He looked up and his gaze fell on the statue of the god that overlooked the entire square.

The statue holds a scepter in one hand and stretches the other forward. The setting sun shines on the statue, giving it a holy halo, making it compassionate, solemn, and sacred.

Lovin muttered to himself, as if he were speaking to a deity:

"O God of Light, your holy son, how can you be so interesting?"

-

The high priest was distressed; he even plucked out several hairs from his beard.

The temple already spends money like water, but now that the Holy Son is implementing new rules, the money is flowing out like a waterfall.

Anyone who has managed accounts knows that saving money relies on increasing revenue and reducing expenditure, but the Holy Son's approach, as it stands, is completely about reducing revenue and increasing expenditure, blocking both ends.

The high priest was itching to make money and was even considering renting out the Prayer Plaza.

The temple's prestige and the desire to make money were locked in a struggle.

Fortunately, this dilemma did not last long, and the first batch of luminous minerals in Stone Village was successfully mined.

The high priest immediately summoned the holy son to discuss a solution.

The high priest personally prefers to sell some of the stock, keep some to process into finished products, and then resell them, as this would result in higher profits.

When Wen Yubai heard that the profits would be even higher, he was in for a surprise.

We definitely can't let the high priest process it into a finished product.

He remained outwardly calm, but his mind was racing.

After the high priest finished speaking, Wen Yubai took over and strongly suggested that the first batch of raw stones be sold to Mayor Walter at a discount.

Since they took the lead in funding the construction of access roads and the Bright Temple, it is only reasonable and ethical for them to be given priority. Offering discounts on all items would also demonstrate the Temple's generosity.

Selling everything? And with a discount?

The high priest felt a pang of heartache again, and his hand unconsciously went to touch his beard.

But upon closer examination, the Holy Son's words do make some sense.

Mayor Walter was very sincere; if the temple started calculating profits first, it wouldn't look good on them.

Besides, this isn't the only batch of luminescent ore; there will be plenty of steady business to come in the future.

The high priest gritted his teeth and agreed.

Wen Yubai breathed a sigh of relief and left with peace of mind.

The temple almost made money.

In fact, if the high priest were to make the decision himself, he could earn as much money as he wanted, but he insisted on asking for my opinion.

Wen Yubai shook his head as he walked.

When will the high priest realize that all his suggestions were terrible?

He's almost too embarrassed to ask the high priest for funding.

Wen Yubai gave the High Priest a week to process the financial burden before submitting the new material purchase order.

Unexpectedly, the high priest approved the allocation that very day, much more readily than before.

Wen Yubai's heart skipped a beat; something was wrong.

Could it be that the high priest has been overstimulated and is acting recklessly?

With a touch of unease, Wen Yubai hurried over to check on the High Priest, only to find the High Priest beaming with a smile, holding an open ledger, radiant with joy.

Wen Yubai cautiously asked what had happened.

The high priest looked up, saw him, and his smile widened as he eagerly shared the news.

It turned out that after they sold all the first batch of rough stones at a discount to those towns, Mayor Walter was deeply moved and repeatedly praised the Temple for keeping its promises and genuinely supporting them.

So the towns discussed it and unanimously decided not to proceed with the original plan of a one-time buyout.

They proactively proposed a profit-sharing model, allocating 30% of the profits from processing and sales to the Temple of Light in exchange for long-term cooperation and technical support from the Temple.

Mayor Walter was also a business genius; he divided the raw ore of varying quality into three grades for processing.

The lowest quality batch of raw stones was processed into basic streetlights, which Walter installed in all the surrounding towns and villages that didn't yet have streetlights, especially Stone Village.

This has not only greatly improved the quality of life for residents, but also paved the way for the development of tourism in Beiling.

Products of average quality are also processed into everyday items, such as household lamps, glow-in-the-dark ornaments, and handheld flashlights.

In the land of light, where days are short and nights are long, lighting alone is a huge necessity.

As for the best quality rough stones, Mayor Walter decided to hold an auction.

Only nobles and outstanding local merchants could participate in the auction, but merchants from other places who were willing to invest or open shops in the area could be granted an invitation.

Needless to say, the merchants were very enthusiastic; luxury goods made from luminescent ore were extremely profitable.

Needless to say, the nobility were even more so. Who doesn't love sparkling things? Owning high-quality luminescent minerals was itself a symbol of both wealth and taste.

The high priest pushed the ledgers towards the Holy Son, beaming with delight, and said, "In this way, the first batch of raw stones has made a fortune under Walter's management. Our share alone is expected to be over five hundred gold coins!"

The high priest was immediately relieved of his financial crisis. This was only the first batch; more luminous ore would be mined in succession, and he couldn't even imagine how much money it would bring.

When people are happy, they loosen their grip.

He approved the purchase order with a stroke of his pen, and even considered raising the temple's meal allowance.

After listening, Wen Yubai remained silent for a long time.

Fortunately, Mayor Walter didn't have a magic conch shell, otherwise he would have really wanted to call and ask if his brain had been hit by glowing ore.

Why don't you just keep your wealth to yourself and make a fortune quietly? Wouldn't it be better to keep the money to yourself?

You insist on giving back to the Temple? Does the Temple even need your little bit of money?