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

Seeing the increased income in the accounts, Bishop Dickens was so excited that he almost rushed to tell the Holy Son.

But he knew his limits and refrained from disturbing the Holy Son's important seclusion.

This outcome was probably within the Holy Son's expectations.

Dickens couldn't go to see the Holy Son, but he generously gave Little Beard a special bonus and praised him highly in front of the High Priest.

Although the idea for this plan was inspired by the Holy Son, if it weren't for Little Mustache's enlightenment, he might have been worrying about it for a long time.

After being praised, the little mustache stood up straight, and his two little mustaches looked particularly proud.

He finally proved himself!

When the Holy Son emerges from his seclusion, he will surely be viewed with new respect!

The high priest had no objection to the distribution of bonuses, after all, Little Mustache had contributed to the money earned.

He flipped through the account books, his lips curling into a wider smile.

Before I could even finish counting the previous sum of money, a new one arrived.

This week's earnings are more than the donations collected in the previous two weeks when pilgrimage was open!

The high priest waved his hand and raised the temple's meal allowance once again, causing jubilation and high morale throughout the temple.

The generous high priest could now watch as the paladin commander ate ten bowls of rice in a row, and with a kind smile on his face, he would ask with concern, "Are you full? Would you like a few more bowls?"

The Paladin Commander said he was already nine-tenths full.

As for why he left one portion, he was worried that eating too much would affect his thinking.

The high priest nodded, not taking his "thinking" to heart, patted him on the shoulder, and walked away happily.

But the Paladin Commander was serious.

He's been thinking about something lately. Now that the Holy Son is in seclusion working on the design, and the other bishops are all busy with their own things, he, as the physicist in charge of the temple, can't just eat and do nothing!

He wants to make a contribution!

So the Paladin Commander wandered around, looking for anything he could do to help.

As they wandered around, the Paladin Commander ended up at the construction site of the prayer altar on the outskirts of the city.

Why are these people different from before?

The Paladin Commander stood at the edge of the work field, his gaze sweeping over the wealthy people who were working. He frowned and began to ponder.

The changes are too obvious.

Previously, when most wealthy people made pilgrimages, they all appeared to be pampered and weak.

But now?

Many of these people have developed definition in their arms, become more toned, and move with agility and power, a complete transformation compared to before.

After another month or so of training, this physique will definitely qualify as athletic!

Huh?

Bodybuilding?

Bodybuilding!

Inspiration strikes so unexpectedly that the Paladin immediately approached Bishop Dickens.

"Bishop Dickens, I have an idea. I've noticed that the people who participate in the labor have undergone significant changes in their physiques. I think we could hold a bodybuilding competition to let them showcase their achievements."

Bishop Dickens initially thought it was somewhat impractical.

A bodybuilding competition? Wouldn't it be a bit too dignified for a temple to host something like that?

But after thinking about it carefully, it seems like there's actually potential.

While the participation of the wealthy is increasing, the scope of influence is not actually very large.

After all, current award ceremonies and medal incentives are more aimed at people who are already participating or have some interest. However, if a competition were held, many people would definitely watch, which could attract more wealthy people to pay for their work and further increase revenue.

However, the Holy Son was in seclusion, and Dickens couldn't make such a big decision on his own, so he hurriedly went to consult with the High Priest.

After listening, the high priest first frowned, then slowly relaxed, and shook his head at Bishop Dickens.

"You're so confused."

Dickens was immediately filled with unease; it seemed the High Priest disagreed.

Indeed, organizing a competition is quite expensive, and the high priest might find it unprofitable given his virtues.

Then he heard the high priest continue:

"Such a great opportunity to make money, how could you be so short-sighted?"

Despite the high priest's daily indulgence in counting money, he never forgot every expense of the temple.

For example, the books copied by commoners don't actually make any money for the temple; in fact, providing the books, paper, and ink is a considerable expense.

Unexpectedly, a perfect opportunity presented itself. Fortunately, Dickens spoke up beforehand, preventing them from making less money by acting unilaterally.

Seeing that Dickens had not grasped the essence at all, the high priest spoke up to enlighten him:

"Should we set up ticket prices for this competition? The inner spectator area will definitely be much more expensive, because the target audience is nobles and wealthy businessmen."

"But the outdoor area can be set up very cheaply, let's set it up for one copper coin, which can't even buy an egg, but you can watch nobles and wealthy merchants perform on stage. Do you think the common people would want to watch?"

Dickens' eyes lit up; he definitely wanted to see it!

He thought about the ticket price and frowned slightly, saying:

"But the outer field tickets only cost one copper coin, so the revenue is very limited. Why not set the inner field tickets higher to increase revenue?"

The high priest nodded, then shook his head.

"Setting high prices is acceptable, but we don't rely on inside tickets for the majority of our profits."

"We will allocate a portion of the spectator area inside the stadium to invite people with status, wealth, and status, as well as a portion for the participants' families. Only the remaining portion will be sold."

"As for the actual source of income..."

The high priest smiled meaningfully.

"You spread the word about the bodybuilding competition, which will be held at our Qiguang Plaza. You subtly hint to the upper circles that you need to find partners for the stage design, contestants' costumes, styling, makeup, and so on."

"You don't need to worry about making money from now on."

Dickens suddenly realized.

Yes, that's real business acumen! Not only do they not have to spend the temple's money, they can also make a fortune!

He exclaimed sincerely, "Priest, you are truly shrewd and farsighted! Hmm... I have another question, what should the prize be?"

"Before the Holy Son went into seclusion, he specifically instructed me that I must not use material rewards, especially money. So what should the prizes for this competition be?"

The high priest waved his hand. "The Holy Son is right on that point. As for the prize, just give a regular trophy and a certificate. Nothing else is needed."

"You should know that the competitions held by our temple represent an honor in themselves. These people winning awards in public has already brought them and their families enough glory and fame."

Dickens nodded repeatedly, and squeezed out another compliment from his mind.

"High Priest, you are truly a master strategist."

The high priest leaned back in his chair, a hint of emotion on his face. "I'm old now, not as young as you are. Judging from what the Holy Son said to you, he probably already thought of this. He just wanted to train you, so he made you figure it out for yourself."

Dickens lowered his head in shame. "I was too slow-witted. Don't worry, with the Holy Son working so hard for the Temple, I will certainly not hold him back. I will definitely make this bodybuilding competition a success!"

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Inside the Holy Son's secluded chamber.

Wen Yubai sneezed.

Erebus, who was frowning and designing the plan, immediately looked up, his eyes filled with worry.

Are you sick?

According to his count, the Holy Son sneezed a total of seven times in the past four days, which is a bit too many, like a sign of illness.

It wasn't that he deliberately tried to remember it; he just has a good memory, there's nothing he can do about it.